three things, and a beard
Nov. 4th, 2005 01:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chelidonthree gratitudes:
1. Lovely Housemates going to see the Tiger Lillies in a local show, and bringing home an autographed copy of Ad Nauseum. Sick, twisted, depraved and delightful.
2. Lovely Housemates bringing me home a box of Harry Potter Cockroach Cluster candies. Despite the fact that they shamelessly stole the name from a Monty Python sketch, and the fact that they were probably stale the moment they were made, they are sick, twisted and delightful.
3. Weekend visit from coven sister Tracy (yes, K and C, I'll pass along your fond greetings :>), full of many delightful things. Mayhaps we shall shortly steal said sister from the wilds of West Virginia up to the wilds of New Hampshire, as the flocking continues...
...and a beard. I came back from two weeks away with a good start on a moustache and beard. For some reason, waiting to shave until sometime after Samhain seemed the thing to do (besides, it gained me a few minutes of much-needed sleep each day). My partner doesn't like beards, my housemates do, working from home, I usually compromise with a lazy stubble.
But I haven't made any major changes to my appearance since college, about 15 years. Hair's been long, no beard, same clothes size, etc. In college, coming from a place with a drinking age of 18 and going to school in a state with drinking age of 21, I was morally offended at suddenly being underage, so I decided to grow a beard and pass as a grad student. Unfortunately, at that tender age, I had two bald patches on either side of my chin, and with thick bushy hair on the side of my face, I ended up looking like a depraved Amish person. Which worked as far as passing for over-21 (bouncers figured no undergrad's parents would let them look so disreputable, not knowing I was 5000+ miles from home). But I do look at pictures from back then and cringe.
Anyhow, apparently my follicles have matured over the intervening years, so a full beard it is. I'm told it looks something like a cross between a backcountry woodsman and an English professor. And at Monday's (Oct 31st) rehearsal for the Winter Revels production, which is Russian-themed, the Artistic Director (after leading us in a movement/meditation exercise involving blessing the moon and the earth and taking in their bounty, and spending 15 min talking about "this sacred day" ;>), asked all of the men to grow their hair long and get beards by opening night. Absolutely no crewcuts. There was some laughter, and he said, "No, I'm not kidding." Now I have a good excuse to let it grow out for at least another 5 weeks or so. So I get to play a bit.
1. Lovely Housemates going to see the Tiger Lillies in a local show, and bringing home an autographed copy of Ad Nauseum. Sick, twisted, depraved and delightful.
2. Lovely Housemates bringing me home a box of Harry Potter Cockroach Cluster candies. Despite the fact that they shamelessly stole the name from a Monty Python sketch, and the fact that they were probably stale the moment they were made, they are sick, twisted and delightful.
3. Weekend visit from coven sister Tracy (yes, K and C, I'll pass along your fond greetings :>), full of many delightful things. Mayhaps we shall shortly steal said sister from the wilds of West Virginia up to the wilds of New Hampshire, as the flocking continues...
...and a beard. I came back from two weeks away with a good start on a moustache and beard. For some reason, waiting to shave until sometime after Samhain seemed the thing to do (besides, it gained me a few minutes of much-needed sleep each day). My partner doesn't like beards, my housemates do, working from home, I usually compromise with a lazy stubble.
But I haven't made any major changes to my appearance since college, about 15 years. Hair's been long, no beard, same clothes size, etc. In college, coming from a place with a drinking age of 18 and going to school in a state with drinking age of 21, I was morally offended at suddenly being underage, so I decided to grow a beard and pass as a grad student. Unfortunately, at that tender age, I had two bald patches on either side of my chin, and with thick bushy hair on the side of my face, I ended up looking like a depraved Amish person. Which worked as far as passing for over-21 (bouncers figured no undergrad's parents would let them look so disreputable, not knowing I was 5000+ miles from home). But I do look at pictures from back then and cringe.
Anyhow, apparently my follicles have matured over the intervening years, so a full beard it is. I'm told it looks something like a cross between a backcountry woodsman and an English professor. And at Monday's (Oct 31st) rehearsal for the Winter Revels production, which is Russian-themed, the Artistic Director (after leading us in a movement/meditation exercise involving blessing the moon and the earth and taking in their bounty, and spending 15 min talking about "this sacred day" ;>), asked all of the men to grow their hair long and get beards by opening night. Absolutely no crewcuts. There was some laughter, and he said, "No, I'm not kidding." Now I have a good excuse to let it grow out for at least another 5 weeks or so. So I get to play a bit.
