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Tuesday, August 29 2017
Every time I'm with the rest of The Organization, I find myself noting the differences between the look of Millennials and that of Generation Xers such as myself. Millennial men don't seem to like to shave, and ideally they grow themselves beards or cultivate faces thick with stubble. Men of my age, by contrast, are usually cleanshaven. There are also differences in haircuts, with Millennial men preferring to shave the sides of their heads, sometimes up above their ears, leaving the longer part of their hair looking like something of a wide mohawk. The observations of all the facial stubble had me wondering what I would look like with some. So last night when I bathed, I did not shave. It's coming in all salt & pepper and looks surprisingly good. The last time I ran this experiment was in the late summer of 2008, and I don't remember it looking so distinguished.
Bedecked in my distinguished facial hair, I accomplished several important milestones in the remote workplace. I confirmed that a dubious SSL certificate was working, I successfully set up a VPN on that router that I'd worked with in the West Hollywood office, and I made a little more progress on a template plugin that adds templated content to a what you see is what you get (WYSIWYG) editor
Meanwhile, Gretchen was mostly bedridden today from whatever illness she has. She's hoping it's not malaria. We both stopped taking our prophylactic antibiotics way too early after returning to the United States, and now we're kicking ourselves. But Gretchen's illness is a weird one; in addition to gut problems and a fever that comes and goes, she has intense pains in one or both of her thighs that move around.
Gretchen had randomly set me up with a teeth cleaning the other day and it was scheduled for tomorrow, so I thought maybe I'd do a little homework beforehand and clean between my teeth with a dental pick (a habit I had fallen out of, though that dental pick is at my desk with all the other little hygiene tools I've amassed). Man, there is nothing quite as gross as the shit that accumulates between your teeth when you haven't sent anything through there in awhile. It was good to get all that out of there and (hopefully) not be yelled at by the dental hygienist.


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