Mighty Long
Note the shots in which he's trying to keep it consistent, but he can't quite hold the smile back.
Think he named the pics as he took them or added the captions later?
(in case the other blogs need a friend)
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Buying Low
The conversation began...
E: I cut your hair in a bathtub that night. You remember?
N: I was drunk.
Something yanked my attention elsewhere, but I wrestled and escaped and caught the end...
N: Buy low, sell high. That's what they called it. It was 2001, maybe, and they decided it was a good time to get in. So they grew mustaches. They figured it'd blow up. It didn't. Which is too bad.
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Sing The Song; Don't Be Long
Thought about posting Suite: Judy Blue Eyes.
Turns out I already have. It spurred a little discussion about mustaches. Which is often the goal on this blog.
This song works way better anyway.
Gamble Everything For Love is track 2 on Awake Is the New Sleep.
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Skype Evolution
Did a little vid chatting today with Danny, my arch burrito eating rival.
The primary purpose of the call was to compare mustaches.
But things didn't get really exciting until Danny showed me his new toy.
Moments like these remind me that it truly is the '90s, and anything truly is possible.
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The Geomustache
I wrote about Dickensian villain Don Blankenship yesterday on A More Perfect Market, and, as usual, I watched 15-20 minutes of my day disappear as I struggled to title the post.
I went with Gotta Love the Man's Mustache, Though.And it was kind of a stretch of a title, because, honestly, at first, I wasn't really all that impressed with his mustache. I mean it was definitely exciting to see that he had one, exciting to know that he was not afraid to rock sculpted facial hair. But, at a glance, the mustache really didn't look like anything special. At a glance.Look closer, however, and notice the attention to detail. Dude clearly does some serious maintenance. Perfect straight lines from the corners of the mouth to the nostrils. Extraordinary symmetry. A classic trapezoid. And it is totally weird that I'm writing this and thinking this and look at blurry far away pictures of coal executives and assume. But I'm convinced that these observations are not only truths but extremely important truths to acknowledge and spread.
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Beards for Barefoot Banking
I found out about the Build a Beard Workshop on Friday, and I've had my eye out for something beardlike ever since.
Just found it.
What do you think? Notice the mesh in mouth that creates a little mustache effect and completes the package.
Yeah. Creativity. Fake beard creativity. Fake beard creativity in support of microfinance. My specialty.
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Peripheral Propaganda
Just had a great little Skype chat with an old friend and colleague. Iago. A name born of sniffles, traffic, translation, and an ill fated slide show. I'll likely never call the man Justin again.
He's a great dude, definitely my favorite goateed Canadian. We talked work and family and romance, and it was excellent to catch up after a few months without contact. Especially excellent given the ridiculousness of the propaganda poster behind his head the whole time we talked.
一定要解放台湾
(FREE TAIWAN!)
Gotta love the ambiguity in that statement.
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Conversation with a Red Sox Fan
me: he said they might send him to the brig if he tries anything tricky like that
and by the brig i assume he means guantanamo
Martha: what other brig is there really
me: that's the big one
kinda like people call ny "the city"
same deal
Martha: or philly "the town with the worst sports teams"
me: exactly
not as catchy, your example
Martha: but hits home
me: see you in the world seriesMartha: now that would be fun
me: yeah it would
although i don't like rooting against papelbon
i love that guy
Martha: who doesn't
the sox have a bunch of great guys
whenever youkilis is at bat everyone in the stadium yells youuuuuu
surely that means he's super sweet
me: my friend tom hates youk more than i've ever seen any reasonable person hate an athlete not named christian laettner
and it's totally weird
because i don't really have much opinion of youk either way
because i don't really have much opinion of youk either way
Martha: that is weird
i mean he has a beard-type situation
what is there to hate
me: he has a beard combined with a shaved head
which is totally backward and hilarious
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Buenas Tardes Amigo
If I could play any position in any professional sport, I'd be a closer in baseball.
I'd wear Ricky Vaughn style black-rimmed glasses. I'd consider a mustache. I'd rock the high socks sometimes but not always. And, when they called me in, I'd come out of the bullpen, slowly, with this song blasting over the stadium speakers.
Intimidation.
The MLB Playoffs start in a few hours. Go Phillies!
I'd wear Ricky Vaughn style black-rimmed glasses. I'd consider a mustache. I'd rock the high socks sometimes but not always. And, when they called me in, I'd come out of the bullpen, slowly, with this song blasting over the stadium speakers.
Intimidation.
The MLB Playoffs start in a few hours. Go Phillies!
Buenas Tardes Amigo by Ween
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Crazy as a Billygoat
A couple of plans changed this afternoon, and I found myself at the Phillies' game with my grandfather. First time I've done that in a while.
Great little nostalgic moment as we had our traditional pregame conversation.
Hal: You got your raingear?
Jake: I'm pretty sure it's not going to rain.
Hal: It might rain.
Jake: Yeah it might.
Hal: And if it does, you'll be sorry you didn't bring raingear.
Jake: Nah. I'll be alright. I don't mind getting wet.
Hal: Suit yourself, but, if you ask me, you're crazy as a billygoat.
And equally great text message from one of my cousins during the game.
My grandfather's seats are about 10 rows back between first base and home plate, and when left handed hitters come up to the plate, and the TV people put that little banner across the bottom of the screen that says Jimmy Rollins, 2-3, 2B, SB, 2R, people watching TV can see whoever's sitting in the seats.
Beginning of the second inning, Parker texts:
Guy in the maroon next to you is a goon.
A goon he was. A goon with a totally sweet mustache.
Great little nostalgic moment as we had our traditional pregame conversation.
Hal: You got your raingear?
Jake: I'm pretty sure it's not going to rain.
Hal: It might rain.
Jake: Yeah it might.
Hal: And if it does, you'll be sorry you didn't bring raingear.
Jake: Nah. I'll be alright. I don't mind getting wet.
Hal: Suit yourself, but, if you ask me, you're crazy as a billygoat.
And equally great text message from one of my cousins during the game.
My grandfather's seats are about 10 rows back between first base and home plate, and when left handed hitters come up to the plate, and the TV people put that little banner across the bottom of the screen that says Jimmy Rollins, 2-3, 2B, SB, 2R, people watching TV can see whoever's sitting in the seats.
Beginning of the second inning, Parker texts:
Guy in the maroon next to you is a goon.
A goon he was. A goon with a totally sweet mustache.
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