Tuesday, June 07, 2016

Brooklyn Shave

As i washed my face with a towel almost to hot to touch and spread shaving cream on my 8 year old face, prepared the razor by taking out the blade i knew that shaving was the controllable thing that separated men from boys. Then I saw the movie “My Name Is Nobody” where a trail weary gentle man cowboy (Henry Fonda) sits in a barber chair for a shave, holds his head back while the barber, who we just learned is an assassin, holds a straight razor blade to his stretch back neck, maximally vulnerable, then the click of the hammer of a gun being pulled back and that gun pointed at the barbers crotch, the barber changes his grip on the blade and moves from the neck to the upper cheek and proceeds to give Fonda a clean shave, the barber even seems nervous as he glides the razor up Fonda’s neck, more assassins out side the barbershop seemed confused, Cool and collected Fonda checks his face in the mirror, then gun fight, No, real men get straight razor shaves.


Looking for pizza in Park slope Brooklyn, there are lots of pizza places but no where spoke to me, one place advertised Guinness Blond beer on their marque, really? so much good beer and corporate beer thinks that the word Guinness means good blond beer, for suckers only pease, so no, if they don't know beer, how could they know pizza. The coal fired pizza place didn't seem to serve pie by the slice. 

Then a barber shop, a hair cut was just finished make by the smock getting undone form a patrons neck and carefully pulled free such that hair fell on the floor and not on person.  The barber makes eye contact with me and gestures for me to sit in the chair. I continue to just watch. The barber walks outside, i ask “do you do straight razor shaves?” he responds “of course, eighteen dollars, I do a good job” i think i can see a blade on the counter top. We chat for a bit, my furry face still looks good but its time to shave or clean up my face, and I love a shave so i walk in the door and sit down.

His name is Jack and he left Tajikistan with his family when he was 14, Israel then Brooklyn, where he has been since. We talk while he shaves my head with an electric clipper then electric razor, he asks if i want the straight blade, i say no because i assume it will cost more and I'm feeling only so not cheap. He does my eyebrows and ears too, including separating my monobrow.

Then he adjusts the chair back, i fiddle to a comfortable spot, 

electric razor to remove beard
lotion briskly applied to face
wait
hot towel wrapped up under chin and around entire face including the eyes, but my eyes have been closed since i reclined, sinking deeper and deeper into the barbers chair with each moment.
wait
shaving cream applied by hand
straight razor starting at the cheek, 

his hand drags behind the blade feeling my skin. This continues over my entire face, sometimes it feels like he is pulling the skin tight sometimes that he is just monitoring the blades work. 

The razor to my neck, up it glide, other hand still monitoring and soothing.
(i think i feel a nick as he razors over  my old chin scar that i got learning to rollerblade and superglued closed because there was so much blood and that is what superglue was originally for, right? its a spot that i always cut and most barbers open little but this time there’s no blood i think i imagined the nick, or maybe he healed it as he worked)

slow and deep face massage while applying more lotion, moving my face skin away and around the structure underneath, i wondered if they were even really connected.

second hot towel.
second time with a razor over my entire face
more lotion

he asks if i want aftershave i don't answer and he says, “of course you do” I'm not a fan of the old man smell of aftershave but i know that the is important to finish the job.

it stings good and wakens me from my stupor like relax, i do my best to not wince, think i pulled it off.

maybe the best shave I've ever gotten.



Still doesn't make me a man.

Friday, May 27, 2016

I've neglected to post for some time, a bit of travel has happened, a road trip around the west with a wedding, hotsprings, and an engine fire near Los Banōs. 4 star accommodations in China a new tall cargo bike for daily travel and now I'm in Brooklyn drinking cold brew.
Chi 

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Day 1 Puerto Escondido


An airplane brought me here, but I don't know the name of this town I'm in, I ran across the empty beach, well down a way there were men cast net fishing in the surf, dropping clothes I almost couldn't feel the water except that it pushed and pulled really hard, trying to keep me on the sand.

In town there are street venders selling fresh caught fish and shrimp, shops selling farm tools and cooking burners and pans. Tonight's dinner at a Clayudaia was perfect, a Casodia like thing cooked on an open charcoal and wood fire with a BBQed slab of meet on top.

It feels like the third world, primitive and simple, but I know it's just conservative home to many people, but the hotel pool closes at 10:00.


Sunday, August 17, 2014

Mexico City

Looking out my plane window as we climb out of LA I see vertical and horizontal white cement, tall things in grouped lines, low tangles of other bitty  specs, all white tones
Rich blue on the rightI and I think there was a pod of whales,I'm speculating of course, because there is no way for me to know what those white and grew blobs are. 

I know geography well enough to understand that the next time I look out the window, when the movie I'm watching on the seat mounted iPad like screen pauses and the Vegas like interior of the plane becomes apparent. I'm in modern space age Mexican space and time machine.  

Low flat w ring of mountains a vast city with specks of color everywhere, disorganized looking streets and buildings

Chinese, Korean and Spanish conversations going of all around are comforting, I have almost no expectation of being understood. The calmness and home that I last felt when hitch hiking,  

Manolos tacos, pastor ( beef and pork) stacked on a vertical spit like gyro lamb.  And a Leon cervesa.   

It's as as home as I know.



Saturday, July 12, 2014

Still 14?



I started forgetting my age when I was 28, thought I was 27, Beth did the math and convinced me I was in fact 28.  Today if asked I'll usually say 14, but really it's just confusing to me. 

A couple of weeks ago someone I quickly knew knew would be my friend invited me to go to Portland's gay pride parade, she was "dressing up" I didn't know what that meant, until she sent a picture.


I replied with this, the day was grand.















 

Thursday, December 19, 2013

My feet get cold every day, even when it is not that cold out, today i realized that water is leaking into my waterproof Sorel Caribous, there is a tiny hole in the burly rubber sole. I think i can find it if i fill the boot with hot water then look at the sole with a thermo imaging camera… i ruled out filling up the boot with compressed air and looking for bubbles, filling the boot with colored water and careful looking.
… rain and snow. i need to go skiing

ill just have an enlightened brownie at Enlighten Cafe provo utah

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

The trap

Sitting in a hammock after eating lunch at a long table under a tree after taking down a circus tent, after a night in a caravan, after a day of working on a small sail boat after my last night at Pius's place... Hamid asked if I want a beer, I don't think a day has gone by while I've been in Geneva that someone hasn't offered me a drink. Yesterday it was three beers by three different people, two offers of dinner and two offers of a place to stay, oh and I had to turn down a game of pitonque

Natacha and Adrian say I'm like a rainbow or a unicorn. Tony asked if I would travel with him to find a spot to set up an intentional community.  It feels like home, but knowingly temporary home... The sun just made its way out from around my nest of trees and Hamid just handed me a Calvinus blanche I think I'll adjust my perch.

 Jeremy gave me a bike, the Bike Switzerland guys ( if you want a nice bike tour these are the guys to see) helped me out with safety equipment... My path seems like to be full of only opportunities.

But which direction to ride, Italy, Germany, Switzerland?

Two weeks of work fell in my lap,

They say this place holds people