Brilliant, free spirited Kerouac. Tonight I see The Scroll.

On the Road was written in 21 days by Jack Kerouac in New York…he grew so frustrated during his typing binge with having to replace the paper that he taped sheets together so he could let the thoughts bleed without interruption. What resulted was a 120 foot scroll of the manuscript, currently on display at the Carlos Museum at Emory University. If you haven’t read the book, I encourage you to pick it up. His descriptions are brilliant, one that struck and stuck follows.

“So I stayed another day. It was a Sunday, A great heat wave descended; it was a beautiful day, the sun turned red at three. I started up the mountain and got to the top at four, and those lovely California cottonwoods and eucalypti brooded on all sides.

There was the Pacific, a few more foothills away, blue and vast and with a great wall of white advancing from the legendary potato patch where Frisco fogs are born. Another hour and it would come streaming through the Golden Gate to shroud the romantic city in white, and a young man would hold his girl by the hand and climb slowly up a long white sidewalk with a bottle of Tokay in his pocket.”

Man.

Onward ho to a different type of history - this was one of my favorite color jobs EVER. The picture was taken by Gaea during an afternoon frolicking at the park strip. I’m telling you, the things we did for fun…

Originally my hair was kinda yellow from an attempt at a bleach-out and then there was some red “temporary” mousse for a Rocky Horror outing and VOILA, red hair. It faded to a really pretty pinkish mauve but I don’t have any photos of that. If you do, ship them my way.