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January 07, 2007



As with that other, more functional male appendage, it's all in the genes. As always, work with what you've got, but sad are they with the capacity for grandios whiskers who remain clean shaven. Especially the Barbarossa. Red beards rule. Beard Envy. It's a guy thing.

I have worn a thick full beard in Africa, a Spanish Spade on my return (see photo in chainsaw gear, above), but usually it is a trimmed beard in winter and Imperials and Van Dykes in the warmer months. Rarely do I just grow the mustache and never am I without one. I believe I wore the shaved chin Burnsides whiskers once for 12 hours or so, as a half step between the full beard and a John Lennon style mustache. What my round face certainly does not need are accentuated jowls.

Martin Langeland

Ah, Tim ...
Ye warm me heart
What a celebration of the natural effluvia of chins!

In high school I delighted in the expectation to shave.
Preparations were made according to marketing.


Les genes thought else.

Whispiness was my lot.

Still is my lot.

In the USN shaving was insisted upon.

Saa-a-a-a. I complied as one must.

But on Leaving the USN I vowed that: NO more would razor touch my chin!

Age is a terrible thing if it brings you to look in the mirror and realize that one of those modified Van Dykes would really look better.

So I comply.

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