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What the Shel?


I'm experimenting with facial hair. So far, my best identifiable target is famous poet ( and composer of 'A Boy Named Sue' ) Shel Silverstein
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Strangely enough, Jenn likes it. And Amanda likes to feel it absently while I'm holding her. It seems to help her think.

I've begun to hear 'As-Salamu Alaykum' on a regular basis from one of my work colleagues. Another thinks I must be Jewish. I'm getting the orthodox rabbi thing a lot at church...

My business partner Greg refers to it as 'THE BEARD OF POWER'.

Last but not least, a buddy of mine recommends I decorate it for the holidays, so that the family can gather around and sing 'O Christmas beard, O Christmas beard' while it twinkles away.

I find it fascinating, the reaction it's provoking from the folks around me...I've never been called 'hirsute' before...google it.

Well, beard does rhyme with weird...

Comments

Jenn Pete said…
I like your beard of power!!!
Will De Hart said…
Wait till you hit four inches. Then you will be a visual menace to women and children! You can come ride your motorcycle with me then. Arrghh.
Dan Russell said…
You have the look of a northwesterner...say...just north of Portland...
Heather said…
Frightening! Pretty cool though.

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