Revolucion

Several weeks ago I was confronted by the cold, hard reality that I am in the very, very small minority of my close friends that is still single. When I am with them it's easy to ignore and just enjoy being with them, living in the absurd construct of our community. The five or six hours of driving home is when the realization sets in. Usually I respond with a sense of woe-is-me, but this time it was different. I realized that being one of the three remaining members of the EHBS [Evangelical Homiletic Bachelor's Society] gave me the opportunity to move above and beyond wallowing, but to respond in protest. Therefore, I give you the enemy of romantic relationships: the neck beard.





This photo doesn't really do it justice, but it really is fairly wonderful in person, if I do say so myself. And I certainly would have shown a picture of the neck beard further along in its glory, but I have to shave it before tomorrow afternoon because I have another job interview. Nothing exciting, just something different. Though the neck beard will be by the wayside, know that it lives on in my heart, as does the revolution. Viva! you have my love.