Friday, January 8, 2010

Straight edged and rough...

I have had this inkling recently to cast my self preservation of technology to the side and say, " Hey damn it! I want to be old school and do things the way they used to be done. Nothing too crazy, just wanted to start using a straight razor to shave.
All I have heard from people ever since this epiphany is the equivilant of the mom from The Christmas Story, "Your going to poke your eye out". Except it is replaced with, "Your going to slit your throat." like for some reason all of a sudden I am going to lose my ability to grasp the concept of the razor. So I have been researching these razors and there are some pretty sweet ones out there. (The real reason I want one is because freaking Mach-a-millions cost so much for refills that a nice couple hundred dollar straight edge will earn it's money back in a year's time AND THEY LAST FOREVER.
Now, what I got instead was the equivilant of a highly economic one. NOTE: When choosing items such as food and instruments of death used to manicure one's face I tend to go with the pricier stuff, as cost is usually equated to quality 9 times out of 10. This razor I was using, although brand new was like shaving with a dull butter knife. It was more of a hassle than it was worth. I would have had better luck picking up a steak knife and hacking away. So I stopped.
Then I realized I had left my glorious Mach 18 in NYC a couple of weeks ago on a trip. Need it to say that it has been awhile since I shaved. I had NOTHING! And tomorrow I am to teach children art. I looked like I had mange.
Luckily, my mom was getting home when she said she had some razors. It was a close call... So I thought, until she preceded to pull out some kind of disposable plastic razor that were caked with rust and what appeared to be gummy bears. So there in lie my choses... A butter knife or a rusty shovel. I chose the rusty shovel.
Thank god I have the hands of an artist and could probably shave with a machete if I had to. It wasn't the closest shave. And it definitely wasn't the best shave, but I didn't cut myself, nor did I need a tetanus shot afterward. Although, at age 30, it was by far the worst shaving experience I have ever had.
Tomorrow I am going to pick up a mach 200 for emergencies like this just in case. And I think I am going to wait until I can afford to get the straight razor I want. I have now added another thing to which the cost equates the value... Here are my one's so far... Electronics, fruit, meat, paint, boots, and FACIAL RAZORS (whether they be straight edge or not).
I am sure there are other items, but this is all I have experienced for now and every once in awhile there is an exception to the rule which opnly makes the rule that much more true.
Here is a list of things that I never pay a high price... NEVER!(but are necessities, at least to me)
1. SUNGLASSES
2. bathing suits
3. pens
4. lighters
5. wife beaters (white or colored tank tops)
6. powerade/gatorade
7. water (only tap for me) unless in another country, but I never am.
8. t-shirts (a designer t-shirt is an oxymoron)
9. tennis shoes (except on rare occasion, Pumas are the only way to go)
10. a hat of any type be it winter or summer wear

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