15 May 2008

Galileo Galilei
8.9


Galileo Galilei, oft considered the “father of modern beardology”, was a Tuscan physicist, mathematician, astronomer, and philosopher who played a major role in the scientific beard revolution — you know, the one where all great scientists henceforth wore wicked awesome beards.

This generous serving of beardage hints at a cleaving beyond the chin but remains intact. With its rich texture — notably the rolling soft curls of ecru and mother of pearl — Galilei is an obvious model for grooming technique. But the secret here is simply the regular massaging of the chin (likely when waxing astronomical and supporting heliocetrism) aptly applied throughout a lifetime.

Unfortunately, during his lifetime, Galilei garnered little respect from the Catholic Church and was sentenced to house arrest. Fortunately, however, Galilei kept his out-of-this-world beard.

Today’s lesson: The sun never sets on a good beard.

14 May 2008

5 months, 100 posts


In the five months since its inception, Beard Revue has covered the beards of presidents and political figures, scientists, artists, literary heroes, techies, religious folk, athletes, Santa Claus-ers, half the Beatles and BMFs.

Over the last 100 posts, Beard Revue has been a plethora of beard news, challenges (Lincoln, Beardy Man) and a shout out from New Hampshire Public Radio.

The next five months and 100 posts promises to bring a new layout for beardrevue.com (the design is in the works, I promise!), a possible posse of regular contributers, potential collaborations, posters (above) and maybe stickers and shirts.

So three cheers and happy birthday.

12 May 2008

Kurt Russell (The Thing, 1982)
8.9


In the 1982 sci-fi/horror classic The Thing, Kurt Russell plays R.J. MacReady, a helicopter pilot at an American research base in Antarctica. MacReady inhabits the base with a group of eleven other men. The entire base has a beardy:naked-face ratio of 8:4, or 2:1 for you math types. This is an extremely encouraging figure and gives the bearded viewer a strong sense of kinship to the men in the movie, which naturally makes the horror of the movie’s events seem all too real.

From the beginning of the film it is clear that Russell’s character, MacReady, is in possession of a fiercely independent and resourceful beard. Much like its owner, the beard exhibits a dark, brooding melancholy and a complete disregard of personal safety. It nearly covers Russell’s entire face, refusing to stop at the neck or at the mustache as a contemporary urban beard might. The beard is at times seen covered in snow and frost, giving MacReady the appearance of a dangerously intelligent abominable snowman. Complemented with ruggedly unkempt longish hair and at times a leather cowboy hat, it is a beard that fears no Thing.



Thanks to Ian Mierau, author of this review. If you’d like to write a beard review for Beard Revue, email eleplane {at} gmail {dot} com.

11 May 2008

Rumplo tees featuring beards.

I recently discovered Rumplo, an online T-shirt store. Basically, it collects all a bunch of fun and funny shirts found all over the internets and sells them all from one site. This is not an atmept to advertise on their behalf. I just found it very inspiring to see how many beard shirts there are out there. Allow me to share them:

Beware of Beard

Lumberjack

Bearded Guy

Bad Ass

AJW Beard

Facial Hair

Buro Destruct

The Bearded Lady

Alter Ego

Mr. Toast

09 May 2008

Kenny Rogers
6.9
{Daytrotter essay}


I sent the following to Daytrotter for their Feist/Constantines Essay Contest:

Two ladies on the bus said I looked familiar. Like that “Imagine” guy. “John Lennon,” I offered; they both nodded. The lady more akin to the ghettotastic stereotypes continued, “Because you got that beard and those glasses.” “Don’t forget my big nose.” We laughed.

It was a familiar moment.

I have played John Lennon and, more often, Jesus or a Muppet. I suppose I like knowing that I don’t look like a douche bag — everyone likes Lennon, Jesus and Muppets.

Living in Spain was different. Unless I was hanging out with the bohemian musical bums for the night, I was the only guy with a beard. Add the language barrier to the unfamiliarity and you get some strange comparisons. When the Luke-Wilson-from-The-Royal-Tenenbaums comparison was drawn, I laughed. When Colonel Sanders was suggested, I was bewildered.

My favorite was the night the Arab doorman at the gypsy flamenco cave explained how he recognized people. “Everyone is a celebrity,” he’d say. We had been drinking shots of bourbon because I guessed his and two other guys’ home countries correctly. The Italian said “You look like Jesus.” He was speaking in italiaƱol all night, but I caught the comparison. The bartender concurred.

“You could be Jim Morrison,” said the doorman, “or Kenny Rogers.” I was caught off-guard. The Kenny Rogers bit blew my mind. How did he know who Kenny … fucking … Rogers was? I assumed he meant Kenny Loggins, which inexplicably offered me solace for the remainder of the night.



Ghetto supastar that is what you are
Comin from afar reachin for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other uh huh
From one corner to another uh huh