In Oregon for work. When I got the call I knew the stay would be short which meant I wouldn't need to pack much--this, in turn, meant a carry-on bag, which is great, except the whole can't pack blades thing . . . and sometimes the razor, too. Yeah, I got the third degree once when I hadn't taken apart a razor before packing it. Mind you, it had no blade installed, but they took issue with an unloaded razor.
So I am annoyed to have had to put a Harry's cartridge razor in my travel kit. I have some Pre de Provence No. 63 brushless cream to use up, so at least I have some decent product in that regard. Shaving this morning was, how shall I express this . . . joyless. Perhaps 'bland satisfaction' would be more appropriate because I can say I did get a shave by definition.
As for my gratitude -- having a reductive experience (regressive?) such as this isn't all bad because it helps to highlight the contrast between how I used to shave (so many years lost, lost I tell you!) and how I shave now. I suppose I'm something of a shave snob in that regard. The contrast between the two has instilled a daily expectation of personal indulgence which I--and many others--enjoy.
Today's shave was SAS; nothing overtly satisfying short of having reduced stubble. Tomorrow's will be the same. But now i look forward to Saturday morning with a renewed appreciation for the quality of shaves my humble DE provides. But i still retain my solemn right to kavetch about draconian TSA measuress that affect my shaves . . . I know, I know, there's a safety reason for it, but that makes it no less annoying.
So I am annoyed to have had to put a Harry's cartridge razor in my travel kit. I have some Pre de Provence No. 63 brushless cream to use up, so at least I have some decent product in that regard. Shaving this morning was, how shall I express this . . . joyless. Perhaps 'bland satisfaction' would be more appropriate because I can say I did get a shave by definition.
As for my gratitude -- having a reductive experience (regressive?) such as this isn't all bad because it helps to highlight the contrast between how I used to shave (so many years lost, lost I tell you!) and how I shave now. I suppose I'm something of a shave snob in that regard. The contrast between the two has instilled a daily expectation of personal indulgence which I--and many others--enjoy.
Today's shave was SAS; nothing overtly satisfying short of having reduced stubble. Tomorrow's will be the same. But now i look forward to Saturday morning with a renewed appreciation for the quality of shaves my humble DE provides. But i still retain my solemn right to kavetch about draconian TSA measuress that affect my shaves . . . I know, I know, there's a safety reason for it, but that makes it no less annoying.
