Barber @ MindSay

If you or someone you know STILL INSISTS ON DOING ONLINE DATING or just MEETING NEW PEOPLE ONLINE -- be SURE they get this message... WILLIAM MICHAEL BARBER (known as the 'Don Juan of Con') - convicted con man and bigamist IS BACK ON THE DATING SITES!!

They never change. They NEVER "learn their lesson." Conning people is a WAY OF LIFE and these predators go back to it ASAP!

Barber is currently using the email: M.barber52@yahoo.com

Barber is telling women he's 52 (shaving five - 5 - years off his age!)

Barber says he was "born in California" (LIE!)

from our friends at FightBigamy:

This is the generic letter he has been sending to unsuspecting victims, chocked full of run-on sentences, grammatical, and punctuation errors. You would think a guy who 'professed to be a doctor' would know better.

Barber1 Hi Angel How you doing today how is your health and how is your day going. i use to think that all me angels are found in heaven but now i can say i was wrong cos looking at your pictures on your profile you are such an angel. These descriptive little essays are hard to do. But hopefully it gives you a glimpse of who I am as a person. Cause I'm new to this online dating. So here it goes. My name is Micheal...was born in California. i'm 52 years old I'm the kind of man that treats woman so nice with kindness and respect them i care so much i like to take my woman on dates surprise her i am here to meet someone to trust and be there for her through anything. Someone to do things with and enjoy life with I want to share my life with that special woman who would be called my Queen i've a good sense of humor Loyal Genuine I love anything to do with the ocean and beautiful sunsets i love the rain i'm a very serious person Hoping to hear from you Well you can IM me on yahoo im at M_barber at yahoo dot com.

He professes to be new at online dating, yet he knows that online dating sites will not publish a bona fide email address when communicating via their systems, so he spells it out -- as he is well aware that the dating site's software will not catch the email address if is written that way!

In the past, Barber has had a penchant for women named Joyce or Donna. THIS MAY have changed since his conviction & incarceration.

Barber will change his information, get false identity papers and/or change his nicknames & email AS SOON AS HE KNOWS HE'S BEEN CAUGHT ON THIS ONE. BEWARE!! His last victim is lucky to be alive!

Like Ed Hicks -- these predators/ con men DO NOT CHANGE. THEY ARE INCURABLE!

Write immediately if you have any contact with this Cyberpath so we can pass the information along! (cyberpaths@gmail.com)
For more information on Barber, including pictures of this serial predator:

Surviving a Bad Choice -- by one of Barber's many Victims

FightBigamy on Barber

Very Bad Men on Barber - click on "THE DON JUAN OF CON"

...so, while strolling in NY, I saw a haircutting place with a strange name.  The name of the place is "Caireless"...now, when I first saw it, my mind pronounced it 'careless'.  Who in their right mind would go to a place with a name like that...in fact who in their right mind would name their haircutting place that?  Then I looked more closely and saw the actual spelling.  Caireless.  How does one pronounce that?  Care-re-less? Kai-e-less?  No matter how you pronounce it, it still just doesn't sound like a place you'd want to get your hair cut cause it sounds like you'd be one less ear or two when you leave.  Hope they have cheap rates!

Everybody is typing clack-click-clack around me. It is raining outside, and the air is a grey color that is only emphasised by the white-dirty walls in the building I've been spending hours in. Yes, I love rain. But the color of my eyes and the color of the rain is the color of my mood, right now . . . I prolly shouldn't be blogging. I may just delete this post. This blog is cheerful enough to kill a rhinocerous! There, a silly comment. Maybe I'll work my way into a better mood:)

I can feel the muscles in my back aching because of the tension I've been feeling from the people I've been working with. What is it with me, anyway? I seem to be one of the people whose state of mind directly affects their physical states. If I get nervous enough I faint. If I get angry enough, I can't hear . . . usually just in the forms of aches in various places or my hands shaking. It is utterly inconvenient. *whine*

Ok, let's think for a minute. There will be a few more hours of this, and then we go home for the afternoon. If it is raining at home, how about I open my shutters in my bedroom so I can see the rain. Make myself some caffe' or tea. Take off my shoes, wash my face, put on slippers. Curl up in the Ugly Red Armchair and breathe for a few minutes. Then turn on "Adagio for Strings" by Samuel Barber. Focus on small, sensory things. And then pick up my journal and write a sigh to end all whines. Yes! Cringe! It sounds awful. I certainly haven't written myself into a good mood, now, but *shrug*

I'm out of time for lunch break. Yop, this entry is going to be deleted when I get home. Read it now, exclusive entry!

*retreats into green hood of sweatshirt and runs up to catch a bite of lunch*

P.S. several hours later; I'm not going to delete it, I changed my mind . . . *sigh*

take them for granted when you do, miss them a lot once you lose them. whether it be a favorite blanket. a relationship. a friend, a feeling. A Person. Last, last Friday i went to the barbershop to get a haircut (a once in a blue moon experience nowadays) and sat in my barber's chair. As he was cutting my hair, I noticed that the guy that would always cut hair next to him wasnt there, and I presumed that he was off or sick. But there was something eerie about the whole vibe i got from staring at it: his chair. So, i asked.

Hemeran died 3 months ago. he was 61.

I say Hemeran, But i'm really not sure. I've been going to same barbershop for 10+ years, and I never learned his name. sad isnt it? He would always talk to me too, even back when i was extremely introverted and would make me crack up telling me his random stories about life. I would have considered him a minor character in the story that is my life, but his death has left me somewhat distraught.  Dude, you will be missed.

This is a barbershop pole for those of you who haven't seen one.  They aren't so popular these days, but they used to be everywhere to notify you that you could 'get your haircut here'. 



I had often wondered why such a unique piece of marketing was limited to just barbers.  This morning, after decades of wondering, I finally broke down and searched the net for my answer. 

It turns out that, back in the days of yore, on top of cutting people's hair, the barbers also offered the service of leaching their clients.  That's right.  Leaching.  On the pole outside their shop, they would keep the brass kettle or cup turned upside down on the pole.  That's where they kept the thirsty little critters.  They would also hang the bandages from the pole, some white(unused) and some red (after cleanup), and the wind would blow them around the pole in the spiral pattern we see in the modern cousin.  After a while, these greasy bandages became so indicative of a barber, that they started to paint alternating ribbons of white and red snaking around the pole, and it eventually evolved to what we see today.  I find that so interesting I had to blog about it.