Almost cut my beard the other day... No, actually, I really did. Truth be told, I don't really like the way I look in a beard, and one can carry around only so much dill and sour cream on one's face (saving it for later, of course), before a summer face-warmer starts to seem impractical. But after I decided that I would definitely shave off the beard, I realized that I was in something of a bind... you see, one can't just flat-out shave off a beard with an ordinary razor. I've done it before, and it took a change of about seven blades, which I wasn't about to buy this time around. I would have to use clippers or a trimmer or some other such machine first, none of which happened to be at my immediate disposal. Fortunately, however, one day I noticed Alyosha (Natalya Mikhailovna's daughter's boyfriend) shaving with an electric razor and asked if I could possibly borrow it to finally shave my beard off. He told me that he'd willingly oblige, but that it would be better to use clippers, which he, fortunately, had along with him. So I clipped my beard as close as possible and then went back home and shaved the rest off with my razor, finally glad to be rid of my light, fluffy burden.
My students, some of whom didn't recognize me immediately, had mixed reviews of my new look: the girls were all overwhelmingly in favor of it, while most of the guys said I looked cooler with the beard. The tie was broken, however, when the old women on watch at the dorm raved about how much better I looked minus the beard (that last phrase would be a good name for an indie band, except that beards have been pretty popular in indie bands lately). Since I'm mostly trying to impress 15 year-old girls and 55 year-old women, I consider my disembeardment to have been a wise decision. Nevertheless, submitted for Your Readership's approval is a picture of me in profile at the height of my bearditude, letting my freak flag fly.
P.S. Also, I'm assuming that, this time, Gold didn't get a ladder to the face, although it would be an interesting twist of fate if he had.
My students, some of whom didn't recognize me immediately, had mixed reviews of my new look: the girls were all overwhelmingly in favor of it, while most of the guys said I looked cooler with the beard. The tie was broken, however, when the old women on watch at the dorm raved about how much better I looked minus the beard (that last phrase would be a good name for an indie band, except that beards have been pretty popular in indie bands lately). Since I'm mostly trying to impress 15 year-old girls and 55 year-old women, I consider my disembeardment to have been a wise decision. Nevertheless, submitted for Your Readership's approval is a picture of me in profile at the height of my bearditude, letting my freak flag fly.
P.S. Also, I'm assuming that, this time, Gold didn't get a ladder to the face, although it would be an interesting twist of fate if he had.
I shaved my beard off the other day to my wife's dismay. She said that she liked the beard--it hid my face.
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