30 January, 2013
29 January, 2013
Muhammad Hassan Abu Tir is a member of Hamas and a representative on the Palestinian Legislative Council for his East Jerusalem constituency. He was elected to the position in the Palestinian legislative elections that were held on 25 January 2006.
28 January, 2013
27 January, 2013
23 January, 2013
No Beardo should go around without being able to prove the legitimacy of his beard: get your Beard Token here.
In 1705, Emperor Peter the Great of Russia outlawed beards and instituted a beard tax in his attempt to emulate European styles and modernize
Those who paid the tax were required to carry a “beard token”. This was a
copper or silver token with a Russian Eagle on one side and on the other, the lower
part of a face with nose, mouth, whiskers, and beard. It was inscribed with two
phrases: “the beard tax has been taken” and “the beard is a useless burden”.
21 January, 2013
Nice piece from the Princeton Tiger:
Sometimes I’ll soak my mustache in scotch before going out to a social event. Then, during conversation, I’ll suck on it and then make some pronouncement like, “This ten-year single-malt has an excellent bouquet.” Since nobody else wants to suck on my mustache, nobody can tell me that scotch and Scotchgard aren’t the same thing like they normally would.
I stick fountain pens in there. I can get three or four pretty firmly in, no problem, even though they cut up my chin pretty bad. Look, I’m a writer!
It puts me in the company of other famous thinkers with beards, like Friedrich Nietzsche, Sigmund Freud, Eleanor Roosevelt, Yosemite Sam, and Denzel Washington some of the time.
When someone asks me if I shampoo my beard, I look them in the eye and tell them, “Not until we bring every last one of our boys home.” Then I put my head down and am silent until they go away.
I can weave different colored beads into it. People ask me what they mean, but I just smile and shake my head and tell them that they couldn’t possibly understand, since they have not passed the Trial of the Hawk.
People don’t question me when I tell them that I’m married to the sea.
People don’t question me when I tell them that the weather is soon to change.
People don’t question me when I tell them that I make my own jerky.
People don’t question me when I tell them that Darren Aronofsky’s absolutely made better films than this.
People don’t question me when I tell them that they wouldn’t last a minute on the slopes of Kilimanjaro.
People don’t question me when I tell them that to know a man you have to know by heart the taste of his blood.
Arabs and Mexicans trust me as one of their own.
People don’t question me when I tell them that I’m a gumshoe.
People don’t question me when I tell them that I’ve seen good land and I’ve seen bad land and this is a bad piece of land.
People don’t question me when I tell them that the problem’s in their brake pads.
People don’t question me when I tell them that this country needs health care, sure, but not Obamacare.
People don’t question me when I tell them that post-structuralism, as a movement, is nothing new.
Sometimes I don’t get carded in restaurants.