Winter of the Beard

It's about more than just facial hair.

So I get bored sometimes. And that boredom becomes not keeping the hair growing.
I just needed a change, you know? So I shaved my head a little over a month ago.
However, I’ve kept the beard growing. My other two compatriots who were participating in the Winter of the Beard with me have both dropped out. They’ve both stayed hirsute, but both have trimmed considerably.
Not me.
But I’m to the point where I almost can’t stand it. The neck beard is so long. I’m just tired of it. The beard is clocking in at over an inch. And it’s just gross.
It’s surprising. I know that it’s no big deal for people to let their hair grow for six months. People do that crap all the time. I’ve done that crap before.
But the beard is a different creature. I’m just sick of it.
I think I’m going to shorten it up. The other day, I played with my hair. I had a week’s worth of growth on my head and only shaved half of it, and left half of it long. It was fun. I liked having the change. I think I’m going to try again this weekend after a week’s growth; maybe a mohawk, because mohawks are cool.
But I think I want to trim my beard up, too. Maybe some handlebar mustache action or something; not shaving the rest bald, but shortening it up severely.
I just don’t know what to do. I want something new. I want a change.

Beard and hair: day 34.

Sorry for the break in posts - I’ll try to be better about posting my progress at least once a week.

There is nothing more to say. I have a paper to write.

Exhibits A and B: The current state of my (14 day old) beard and hair. It’s amazing to feel the difference in my hair just after two weeks. It’s so long now. And the beard is filling out nicely - we’re in the annoying phase where it’s clearly not stubble but it’s not quite beard yet.

Exhibit C: What my beard will look like after six months. Yes, it will have bear heads in it. No doubt.

PS: I know I’m looking all Julius Caesar in those pictures. It’s the Snuggie’s fault. It’s cold in our house, what can I say?

You see that glorious beard? One can only hope that my beard (whose current state is at the right) can some day be that awesome.

Yeah, that’s what it’s like having facial hair. And no, it’s not the same if it’s not real. It’s a brotherhood thing.

That’s me for today.

You see that beard? It’s coming along nicely. Someday, it’ll grow up to be a real beard.

People at church reacted strangely to the news of the project. Color me unsurprised.

So today is one of those days you just long for.
We’ve put off homework, we’ve just been hanging about doing nothing. I mean, we went shopping, and we made a few books, but it’s been really, really nice.
That, and we make funny faces.
PS I look the weirdest with no hair and glasses.
Here’s a picture of me with my beautiful wife Cassi. Yeah, her hair is pretty short too. But it wasn’t until last night …
For years she’d been wanting to cut her hair short - buzz it. But she’d never had the courage. But last night, after talking to a friend of hers who also is a fan of short home hair cuts, she decided it was time.
So we went into the bathroom, plugged in the trimmers, put on the no. 8 comb (so 1”, for those of you unfamiliar with clippers settings) and I went to town.
She looks so good! And she feels so good about it.
As for me? I think she looks absolutely beautiful.
PS Today, my beard reached past the “so prickly I’m not sure I want you to kiss me” phase to the “still a bit prickly, but don’t you dare stop kissing me” phase. Thank goodness for small blessings - I missed kissing Cassi.

Here’s a picture of me with my beautiful wife Cassi. Yeah, her hair is pretty short too. But it wasn’t until last night …

For years she’d been wanting to cut her hair short - buzz it. But she’d never had the courage. But last night, after talking to a friend of hers who also is a fan of short home hair cuts, she decided it was time.

So we went into the bathroom, plugged in the trimmers, put on the no. 8 comb (so 1”, for those of you unfamiliar with clippers settings) and I went to town.

She looks so good! And she feels so good about it.

As for me? I think she looks absolutely beautiful.

PS Today, my beard reached past the “so prickly I’m not sure I want you to kiss me” phase to the “still a bit prickly, but don’t you dare stop kissing me” phase. Thank goodness for small blessings - I missed kissing Cassi.

You see that chin up there? That’s a chin that’s slowly but surely becoming beardy again. That sandpapery stubble will soon enough be glorious facial hair and I will have a built-in scarf once again!

I’m just playing around with the webcam at work. Yes, I wore that Flash shirt to work. To teach childrens. The Spanish.

PS: I have a cohort in this six-month beard growing challenge - my dear friend Jared, who also went clean on November 1st to let it all gloriously return. (Neither of us has gone anywhere near to six months without a trimming, so we’re curious to see how this all turns out.) He’s also started a blog to celebrate this joyous contest, and wrote an impressive piece about what it means to grow a beard you really should be reading. It’s far better than this boring post.

Avast ye, mateys! This is the hat that I knit for myself Halloween night, whilst watching the IT Crowd in bed. Once I knew I was going to be losing all the hair, I needed to have some way to keep the noggin warm, and what better way than a knit cap?

As for the pipe, I just felt seaworthy. And so I thought I pipe made me moreso.