i finally had to cheat on my hair dresser over here. and being on another continent didn't make it any easier...it has been too long, and it was too long... his name: carmine (also 3 syllables) and he did ok...he didn't 'nip' like i am use to, and he cut it a bit shorter than i would have liked, but overall...a decent job done without a photo for a guide. and, since she (my real hairdresser) is surely not reading this, i may as well admit it here: i have always been secretly in love with my hairdresser...like george in 'shampoo', only she was george...craving more frequent appointments, i would drink protein powder by the carton, and sleep hanging by my ankles, hoping my hair would grow too long, faster...i would make 'touch up' appointments, anything to get in and see my beloved...and now? have i been spoiled by carmine? better than 'christian' perhaps, but never my beloved...