2008: The Year of the Beard

It's official. I have proclaimed 2008 to be the Year of the Beard. So shall it be written, so shall it be done.

I have had some prodigious beards in the past, including the bushy bastard that earned me the nickname Grizzly in my freshman year of college. (Grizzly Adams was a popular TV show at the time and he sported a big bushy bastard beard as well.) And I have also featured my share of goatees (long before they became required) as well as some sideburns that threatened to become mutton chops and more than one cheesy mustache. But it's been a lot of years since I last committed to any facial hair - so long I can't remember that last time. So I guess it's time.

Having a couple weeks off work I have, of course, avoided shaving as much as possible, so at this point I have a good week invested in Beard '08. Early indications are that the portions of earlier beards that came in so very red are now so very gray. Fitting for a man of my advanced age. I think this new facial accessory will lend me a certain gravitas.

Please to take note that I will not partake of any tortured, needs-to-be-trimmed-twice-a-day, geometric designs that look like they've been drawn on with an Sharpie. Either it's a real beard or out comes the razor.

With luck and just a little work, perhaps I can develop something special like these guys.





Comments

DodgerScott said…
Gravitas huh? Yeah, I think that old dude in the Dos Equis commercials has a beard too. Well, good luck with that.
January 2, 2008 at 12:53 PM
Anonymous said…
there was a period in our country's history (ca. 1870-1895)where we had a series of bewhiskered presidents...i call it "the big beard years."

i had a beard going over the holidays, but in checking my email i saw there was a meeting that i thought i needed to attend, so i shaved it off. showing up to work i discovered that the meeting was actually the day before; the date on the agenda was a typo.

oh well, i'm no james garfield, and there was a considerable amount of gray in it anyway.
January 5, 2008 at 6:16 PM
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