// μ = m // dayvan cowboy // music is math

One of the ancillary images of manhood seems to be shaving one’s chin and neck in front a mirror. I find that sort of weird, because I don’t need a mirror to shave. Or brush my teeth, for that matter. I can perfectly go by feel, and actually if I try to use visual input I’m more likely to cut myself. I kind of find the image of myself brushing my teeth slightly disgusting. When brushing my teeth after lunch in the rather large bathroom at work, I tend to walk around and only go to the sink when I really need to. Because I always wake up too late, I actually shave everyday at my cubicle, using a large paper towel (we have those) to contain the falling hair. I can do that while browsing the daily useless stuff or even sorting out the things I intend to accomplish during the day on my head.