I hate shaving.

[c9]

I hate shaving. Due to my lackadaisical stubble growth, I've always shaved every second day or so. Thirds if I was feeling lazy. Probably because of this, my skin is very sensitive and gets all irritated at the slightest provocation. I often think about "beard suppressors," a Star Trek invention that sounds a lot easier than actually shaving. If I could remove the need to shave entirely, I just might. Except that spending thousands (or whatever) on laser fooforah would be way more money spent on me than should ever take place. :)

Anyway, I haven't shaved since Thursday. I'm a scruffy mess. I'm toying with the idea of growing my goatee back. I expect leapfish will try to veto this idea. For the curious, I photographed some old photographs containing me and a goatee. This was in the dark days before digital photography, you see. Well, before *I* had digital photography, which is just as bad.

In possibly reverse no chronological order:


This is me sometime in the summer of 1998 or 1999, not sure which. I'm sitting on simplisticton and purplemartini's couch, holding (I'm pretty sure) Mike's cat Sasha. Zoe wouldn't be born yet, IIRC. Those are purplemartini's feet, I think.


This is the very first picture of c9 and leapfish together. It was taken June 29th, 1999, sitting on the ground at the OC Transpo bus stop at the Ottawa airport. Vinny's first trip to Ottawa and he was being elegantly chauffeured by the 97 Kanata. Wooo!


I'm not sure what the look on my face is all about, but this is sometime between January and April, 1999. I was a proctor for the second time, at Joy Kidd House at UNB. A tour of what's visible, clockwise from top left:

• rainbow windsock
• Sarah McLachlan poster (fan club perk)
• the award our wing (3rd River) received for being "Most Likely To Start Their Own Band"
• a purple hand with CAM written on it, as a nametag-type device
• a Safe Spaces sticker, for the campus program I founded
• a tiny penguin drawn by Paul, the musician on our floor who drew them *everywhere*, still not really sure why
• a whiteboard with "TC" written at the top. A couple guys in Joy Kidd had a common Atlantic Canadian speech pattern, which consisted of plaving "The" in front of things. "You're watching the hockey, eh?" and the like. I commented on it once, and forevermore I was TC: The Cam.
• my class schedule, so that people could find me when they needed me
• a poster featuring over 30 different condoms
• my Neill House scrubs. Neill was my first house on campus, and later the first house I was a proctor in.
• a Tux poster I printed on somebody's colour printer. I think I've been dealing with Linux since 1996 when Ben first exposed me to it.

Comments

[simplisticton.livejournal.com]

I can confirm that in the first picture: a) that's Sasha, b) that's Jackie (aka PurpleMartini), c) it was the summer of '98, 'cos that's our old apartment on Charlotte St., and our old couch.

By the way, your facial hair that summer convinced me to try growing facial hair (that and the fact that I didn't want to look younger than the students I was teaching that summer), and since then, I haven't been without facial hair for more than three days (which is how long it takes for me to grow my habitual goatee/van dyke).

Funny you should be having your crisis of facial hair now, as I'm also toying with the idea of changing things, but of course one of you will have to actually see me to see what I'm toying with :-)

PS: as you can see, Zoe doesn't look anything like Sasha :-)

[c9.livejournal.com]

Such teasing half-information!

And Sasha and Zoe look fairly similar, to the untrained (i.e. in Ontario) eye.