Nathan requested update photos of my growing hair. So here we go.
For reference, this is me on the day of the shaving, while sitting in Geology entertaining myself:
This is me yesterday, about a week after shaving:
This is me moments ago, eight days of growth:
Friday, April 24, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
I'm Low on Shaving Cream
Well... I did it.
Yesterday, before going to class, I took a shower as I always do. When I got out of the shower, I looked at my head in the mirror. My bright orange hair was frizzy from being towel-dried, giving my head the appearance of being on fire. I looked at myself. I mean, really looked at myself. And then, with the kind of sincerity one can only muster when talking to oneself, I narrowed my eyes and said out loud, "You look ridiculous." The face in the mirror seemed to agree.
So I grabbed my clippers. I regarded them for a moment, then set to work. After trimming the hair down to being only a couple of millimeters, I took a second to appreciate that my hair was an even brighter orange as I neared the scalp. Rather than dwell on this for too long, I grabbed my cream and shaving brush and set to work lathering up. The mixture of shaving cream, water, and badger hair was warm against my recently liberated scalp, and as I applied it to the area at the base of my neck it tickled a little bit. The razor was new, and sharp, and it did not bother my skin. It cut cleanly through the fine hair that was left, and for a few hours after I was done, the scalp was very smooth. Forty-five minutes after the begining of this paragraph, I looked like this:
Reaction so far is mixed.
I'm not going to shave it again; this was a one-time thing, I'm not interested in maintaining it as keeping the cue ball clean requires a whole lot of work. I would like to have my old, non chemically-damaged blonde hair back, and according to Wikipedia that will happen at a rate of about .46mm per day. That's about one centimeter per 20-21 days, or one inch every 45-48 days. I may keep a log just for fun. Probably not, but maybe.
Yesterday, before going to class, I took a shower as I always do. When I got out of the shower, I looked at my head in the mirror. My bright orange hair was frizzy from being towel-dried, giving my head the appearance of being on fire. I looked at myself. I mean, really looked at myself. And then, with the kind of sincerity one can only muster when talking to oneself, I narrowed my eyes and said out loud, "You look ridiculous." The face in the mirror seemed to agree.
So I grabbed my clippers. I regarded them for a moment, then set to work. After trimming the hair down to being only a couple of millimeters, I took a second to appreciate that my hair was an even brighter orange as I neared the scalp. Rather than dwell on this for too long, I grabbed my cream and shaving brush and set to work lathering up. The mixture of shaving cream, water, and badger hair was warm against my recently liberated scalp, and as I applied it to the area at the base of my neck it tickled a little bit. The razor was new, and sharp, and it did not bother my skin. It cut cleanly through the fine hair that was left, and for a few hours after I was done, the scalp was very smooth. Forty-five minutes after the begining of this paragraph, I looked like this:
Reaction so far is mixed.
I'm not going to shave it again; this was a one-time thing, I'm not interested in maintaining it as keeping the cue ball clean requires a whole lot of work. I would like to have my old, non chemically-damaged blonde hair back, and according to Wikipedia that will happen at a rate of about .46mm per day. That's about one centimeter per 20-21 days, or one inch every 45-48 days. I may keep a log just for fun. Probably not, but maybe.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Rhapsody in Blonde, Brown, & Orange
A week ago, I looked like this:
On an impulse, I was convinced to see what I would look like as a brunette. It came out very dark. Too dark. I had to shave my goatee because it was a pretty obvious mismatch. After that, I looked like this:
Fact of the matter is this: it doesn't look right. It's not necessarily bad, it just doesn't look right. So I bought some product to strip the hair of color, after which I looked like this:
Yes. My hair is orange.
I then attempted to use the dye I'm holding in the previous picture to re-tint my color to some shade of blonde. The result? Slightly darker orange.
This is what I look like now. I'm leaving it for probably a week, after which I will likely shave it. I'm allowing the week so that I can grow my goatee back and can safely shave my head without looking like a chemo patient.
I felt this was significant enough to merit a blog post.
On an impulse, I was convinced to see what I would look like as a brunette. It came out very dark. Too dark. I had to shave my goatee because it was a pretty obvious mismatch. After that, I looked like this:
Fact of the matter is this: it doesn't look right. It's not necessarily bad, it just doesn't look right. So I bought some product to strip the hair of color, after which I looked like this:
Yes. My hair is orange.
I then attempted to use the dye I'm holding in the previous picture to re-tint my color to some shade of blonde. The result? Slightly darker orange.
This is what I look like now. I'm leaving it for probably a week, after which I will likely shave it. I'm allowing the week so that I can grow my goatee back and can safely shave my head without looking like a chemo patient.
I felt this was significant enough to merit a blog post.
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