Whoa! Air!

For the last eleven months I’ve been cultivating a beard. I told everyone at work I’d shave it when we reached a certain milestone at work. Well, the work thing finally happened today. True to my word, the beard is gone, as of about 20 minutes ago.

I’m not excited about shaving (nearly) every day again, but I do look forward to eating without

  • straining my food like a baleen whale
  • giving food particles hundreds of jumping-off points as they try to land on my shirt
  • hogging the napkins

My beard’s gone; bring on the Spring

I’m over this winter stuff!

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A couple weeks ago, I departed for a business trip to Romania. Upon my return, I headed to a local barbershop for a shave and a haircut1. This was the longest and thickest and most luxurious my beard has ever become, and knowing we were about to leave Germany for a week of warmer climes, I thought a professional beard trimmer might be a good way to kick off a sunny vacation. Plus, thinking of all the border control measures, I look a lot more like the picture in my passport now.

This was my first-ever paid shave. A tiny Southeast Asian barber lady at the mall took good care of my face during the whole process.

  • multiple confirmations before we got started: yes, really, please shave it all off
  • lots of creams, oils, and salves before, during, and after
  • warm towels, hot towels, cool towels
  • gentle stretching of my face during the scrapey-scrape-scraping away of four and a half months of beard growth

I hold the record for the number of straight razor blades dulled during one shave job: 3 She never encountered a beard which dulled three razors before. I am oddly proud of that, somehow.

After the shave was completed, my skin was a little irritated, but she was very careful not to cut me, and after a few hours the redness disappeared.

On the way home, I noticed how cold the wind was for the first time this winter. I’m ready for Spring now.

  1. “Two bits!” []