Shaving a beard is a subtractive process. You never know what you'll find underneath a beard. So last week when the sun came out and we were teased into thinking warm weather is here to stay, I was inspired to begin anew with a fresh face for Le Primtemps in Portland. I've heard some say they don't trust a man with a beard. "He's hiding something" they'll say. Point in case, it's a well known fact that Chuck Norris hides a fist under his beard. I didn't think I'd find a fist under my beard, but I did find this variation of the well worn Van Dyke. I've been known to rock the Van Dyke in the past, except this time it came out with an isolated moustache and extra wide / long soul patch configuration. Since we're still approaching the apex of "The Age of Irony" in which we live, I decided to run with it, to embrace it, to rock it, to palp it. I thought, couple days max, then continue the disassembly of the beard. All went well until some smartass at work said I looked like Col. Sanders! Hmm. I'll let you be the judge, but let's just say Sanders was ahead of his time (note the glasses), and obviously quite a ladies man as well.
And so in true ironic fashion, I shall continue to rock the Sanders until it suits me otherwise.
