March 6th, 2007 at 6:21 pm
on new year’s day this year, i decided to shave. not sure why. i’d had facial hair (goatee or full beard) off and on (mostly on — i think the longest i’d been without it was about 3 weeks) for almost 10 years, since i graduated from high school.
so i shaved. and i decided to make a photo essay out of it, inspired by the similar essay that my pal j3 posted a year or so ago (can’t find the link right now — his descriptions were funnier than mine, but i took more pictures so we’re even).
1. so here i am as it began, with a full beard.
2. not sure what this is called as i don’t know if i’ve ever seen anybody with facial hair quite like this. except maybe vinnie paul.
3. this one is a tribute to my late uncle bob. he always had his facial hair like this. if i were more of a man, i’d try to pull this off semi-permanently, but i don’t think i could cut it. uncle bob actually didn’t have the soul patch, but i needed it for the next steps.
4. hey, who’s that? why, it’s White Trash Steev! who invited that guy? he always drinks all the beer.
5. mustache + soul patch. liz thinks this one is creepy. i’m inclined to agree.
6. even creepier. something about standalone mustaches just screams child molestor or ’70s porn star, so it had to go. of course, the look on my face doesn’t help it any.
7. and here’s where i ended up, where i’ve been all year (two months, whee) so far (well, i sometimes have a bit of shadow because i’m lazy, but this is basically it). not sure how long it’ll last; i still think i look weird without a beard of some sort, so before too much longer (ie. before the end of the year), i wouldn’t be too surprised if the beard returns.
someday, i’ll have to do this again so i can have the beard-without-a-mustache picture.
And there you have it. My Facial Hair. i expect the pulitzer committee’s phone call any day now; i’m more than ready to accept my award for photojournalism.
