February 2010 Archives
Just once, before I die, I dream of reaching that quasi-Nirvana state of having a
great shave without scouring off the entire top layer of skin. It may
well be a myth, a story passed down from father to son, a pater familis
version of the Big Rock Candy Mountain; but, by god, I yearn for it.
5:14 Wake up; thanks jet lag. 5:27 shower. 6:01 dressed and ready to go into work for a few hours. 6:08 car is stuck in ice, now parked sideways. 6:14 battery died. 6:38 Car jumped and then pushed out of parking space thanks to Ben. 6:43 Car is parked again. 6:49 Screwdrivers are made and the drinking has commenced in our household.
If the pope would name a patron saint of good shaves, I would return to the fold. I don't know Hinduism well, but there may well be a god dedicated too such a noble cause; and if so, I will baptize myself in the Ganges immediately.