Friday, June 13, 2014

I Have Shingles

Roof shingles.  My family traveled to Scotland this spring to direct a soccer camp and thoughtfully brought them back for me.  My little brother says they were washed up on a beach amongst the rocks.  New slate tiles were nailed on the houses on an opposite shore, and the old shingles swept away into the sea.
  
That's one theory. 

They could be castle ruins for all I know.  Possibly they aren't even roof shingles.  As I tried to research them, I came upon multiple articles describing a gigantic, blue eyeball discovered on a southern beach.  The mysterious forsaken eyeball was beautiful, but the articles either disturbing or uninteresting so I decided against posting a link.  I will merely inform you it belonged to a large swordfish.  I found no helpful information on these flat objects I'm now holding.  Indeed I discovered no interesting facts whatsoever regarding roof shingles.  This was strange to me; these may be flat and grey but they are anything but dull.  Now to find something splendid to do with them...

2 weeks later...

I re-visited the topic of "shingles." As you probably already know, it is a disease accompanied by a miserable rash.  You may also know, as I did not, it is the name of a haircut that was the center of great debate during the 1920's.



Shingle Haircut - a very short, perfectly even and symmetrical haircut that ends in a v-shape at the nape of the neck.

Here are step-by-step directions I found online, although it's considered impossible to do to oneself:

1. Comb the entire head of hair. Part the hair right down the middle of the head, from the crown to the neck, as the shingles bob is perfectly even and symmetrical. 2. Cut the hair 

Lastly, you likely haven't heard of this architect!  He designed house shingles that become almost furry, like a "hide" to the home... I don't know how to explain it, just look!

And with that, I conclude my research.  If I were to tell you I don't normally spend extensive time and effort researching such trite topics... I'd have a guilty conscience.