Sigh…it’s time to face facts. I’m a failure as an American historian. All that time spent reading big, high-falutin’ books, and I could only muster 3 out of 7 Presidential Haircuts the first time around? Oof, the ignominy. (By way of my sis.)
Tag: Facial hair
Paging Harvey Dent.
Doh! I’d been planning for a couple of weeks to take part in The May Day Project, but when the day finally came around, I’d completely forgotten. As it turned out, though, I took some pictures that evening in the midst of my summer debearding (a la Richie Tenenbaum), and I suppose they’ll have to do.
Whisker in the Jar.
Enjoyed a new experience today – my first beard trim at the barber’s. At this point, the whole beard experiment is at a strange stage. I’m not sure if I really like the look (Despite the grad student thing, I just don’t feel like a beard guy), but, like a long relationship gone to seed, I’ve got so much invested at this point that I might as well keep it going. Besides, I do in fact look closer to my age now, which was part of the point, and I have gotten some very enthusiastic compliments from some corners – it’s like I now appeal to a completely different female demographic (although some cats now hate me.) At any rate I suppose I’ll keep it up at least until the warm weather sets in – and given that it’s currently snowing outside, that could be longer than it seems.