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Wednesday, July 21, 2004

Once upon a time I had a goatee, and despite what people thought of it I wore it without shame. You might even say I took no small measure of pride in sporting what I thought to be a handsome facial accessory, though the sagacity of adulthood has mollified somewhat that youthful vanity. Still, some modicum of hirsute braggadocio must linger, for when I spied Jay Farrar's luxuriant chin-strap my ego nearly immolated. The span of it, the insouciant bushiness! What density!

Posted by morland @ 12:20 PM

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