A friend of mine,
Alison Tharp, will be exhibiting some of her art work this weekend at the
Compound Studios & Gallery (located at 6602 San Pablo Ave in Oakland, Ca) as part of a series put on by
Obi Kaufmann and the local art magazine,
Oakland Swee(t)art.

The show, entitled "The Bright Darkness" will be going down Saturday, September 11th, from 6pm-9pm.

I met Alison through Jesse, who I worked with while at the
Missing Link. It's telling that I still consider those days I spent working & slacking with Jesse (et. al.) at the Link some of the bestest thus far. Jesse, who was obviously meant for more than tagging & receiving bike parts, flew the coop & settled, quite comfortably and successfully, at
Peter Thomas Hair.
Jesse is high on the list of people in the Gay Area that I miss the most, which is kind of surprising as when we were slacking at the Link, we didn't really hang out in a non-shop environment, and even after he moved on to cutting hair & dispensing the worst dating advice I've ever heard, we weren't all up in each other's bidness. Nevertheless, Jesse is a friend of the highest order (probably because his sense of humor achingly reminds me of a friend I lost, years ago, to suicide).
Anywho, back to Alison: I met Alison because, like Jesse, she is also a senior stylist at
Peter Thomas Hair. Furthermore, Jesse & Alison are a bit of a thing and as such, I've been lucky enough to add yet another undercover overachiever to my list of friends*.
And they have a wee little dog. Named
General Zod. Which is awesome.

Finally, if you live in or find yourself in the Gay Area & are in the need of a haircut, I'd highly recommend the people at
Peter Thomas Hair. Especially of course Jesse and/or Alison; they give good hair.
And, I'm not the only one who thinks that is
Peter Thomas Hair the ne plus ultra of Bay Area hair- the 126 reviews of Peter Thomas Hair over at
Yelp carry an average mark of 4 outa fivers.
I especially like
this review because of the conflicting emotions it inspires in me- do I want to bear this reviewer's children or kick their PBR-drinking, psuedo-complicated, elitist hipster ass?
*As a plain, old, traditional underachiever, I sometimes find it a little embarrassing that all of my friends are so talented while remaining so irritatingly nonchalant about their talents. Fucking christ, if I can't be a winner, can you all at least own up to your über alles status so I can bask in your glory?
Thank you.