Radical Transparency

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?

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.

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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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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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.

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. 

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.

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Gotta love the ambiguity in that statement.