beard

  • 11 Mar

    What Friends Are For

    Don’t say I never did anything for you.

    I posted a few weeks ago about my aversion to shaving, but also my bigger dislike of the effects of not shaving. Of course, your comments here, on Facebook and Twitter were all in favor of me growing a beard anyway.

    Thanks.

    So in the spirit of peer pressure I skipped shaving for 10 solid days, and ended up with this:

    Excuse that it looks like I have been up all night, because, well, I had been. I took this picture as soon as I got home from work, and promptly got to removing what felt like a small woodland creature slowly taking residence on my face. I think if I had waited another day I would have been required to give it a name.

    The experience was just as I had remembered the last time I decided to let the beard grow. At the end I thought, “Why did I do this?”

    And that’s exactly what I will think next time.

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  • 23 Feb

    To Beard or Not to Beard

    I don’t hate many things in this world, but shaving is one of them.

    Unfortunately, so is the result of not shaving.

    I can go about three days without shaving and be perfectly comfortable, and most weeks that’s what I do. On the third day, I even start to think crazy things like, “You know, this isn’t so bad. I could rock this.”

    The Day 3 look usually gets mixed reviews. Judge for yourself:

    The problem comes on the fourth day. A miniscule amount of growth happens, but it’s just enough to become uncomfortable and make people question if I have bathed recently.

    So on Day 4, I go through the routine of returning to normal society, knowing in a few days I’ll just have to go through the same process all over again.

    If anyone happens to travel into the future anytime soon and sees some sort of auto-shaving robot, please pick one up and bring it back for me. Thanks.

    And if you’re not sure about the beard yet, I’ll share this picture from a few years ago. I believe it was taken during a period when I would let the facial hair go a few extra days longer than normal, but put some effort into cleaning up the look a little:

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  • 11 Sep

    King of Beards

    Runners and cyclists along the W&OD Trail are either really into guys with beards, or somehow mesmerized by that amount of scruff flying by on a Saturday morning.

    In a normal week, I would have shaved Wednesday before going in for my final shift of the week. But since I was sick and didn’t go to work, there was little reason to get out the razor. Add in a few off days since then, and I went out for a six mile run this morning having not shaved in a week.

    It was a glorious September morning with cool temperatures and abundant sunshine, meaning everyone and their brother were out exercising. It may have just been in my head, but it seemed like more people than usual were breaking their straight ahead running looks to peek in my direction. I wasn’t wearing a funny hat or singing along to the songs in my head, so the only natural explanation is the beard.

    Entering the last mile I had decided I would probably write this entry, and made a mental note to take a picture of the scruff. But somewhere between finishing the run and eating some yogurt I forgot. So as an example, here’s a picture from a few years ago:

    If I had to guess, I would say that’s roughly three to four days of growth (for me, not the dog). It also appears that I may have been purposely rocking that look since the neck region is not taking part in the scruff party. Add a few days to that, with roughly 15 percent more of the lumberjack look, and you start to get an idea of what I had going on.

    Not that there’s anything wrong with that of course.

    When I was working in Jacksonville, shaving was quite low on my list of priorities for the overnight weekend shifts and I looked like that all the time. But then again, for a good chunk of those work days I was the only person in the building.

    It’s not like the televisions, empty chairs or the police scanner cared that I was channeling my inner Paul Bunyan, and much of my interaction with the small group of coworkers was done either in a dark room or by talking to them through a headset.

    People may be drawn to the facial hair, but I’m pretty sure they can’t hear it in my voice.

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