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15 Responses to “The Stupid 365 Project, Day 25: The Razor’s Edge” -
fairyhedgehog Says:
October 26th, 2010 at 10:50 am
Who’d have thought disposable razors could be so interesting?
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Sylvia Says:
October 26th, 2010 at 11:00 am
One of the things I like about this part of Spain is that vegetables are still seasonal. Sure, I crave asparagus like a mad woman now but that does mean that next Spring I’m much more grateful for their appearance.
I have a vegetable garden here and there’s a gardener who likes to help me out with my annual plantings. But he kept putting pesticides on the plants and weird blue stuff and god knows what. I explained to him that I wanted it to be organic and that I didn’t want pesticides etc etc. He gave me a withering look and said “If I did that on my plot, my family would have starved a long time ago.”
It did give me pause to realise that my little organic vegetable garden works because I have plenty of food and can afford to supplement it or even lose a full crop. Another thing to be grateful for!
(I have to admit though that now I pretend not to notice when he sneaks stuff into my garden to get rid of specific pests.)
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Gary Says:
October 26th, 2010 at 3:19 pm
Organic/sustainable is good. And virtuous. Most of my sense of virtue arises from the financial pain involved – paying $6.95 for a small loaf of sprouted grain bread that tastes like paraffin, versus $1.79 for a large loaf of tasty multigrain bread produced commercially. On which one spreads – of course – expensive salt-free butter from yet another organic farm.
I one knew a hippie farmer who kept a cow in a small field, so small that any preexisting grass had been trampled into mud long ago. You could count every bone on that cow – it looked like a wooden frame with a hessian bag hanging from it – because the worm eggs were being recycled again and again within the confines of that tiny field. When I suggested he worm it before it died, he explained that it wouldn’t be organic to use nasty worm medicine. Cows out in the wild weren’t wormed, were they?
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Timothy Hallinan Says:
October 26th, 2010 at 5:57 pm
Hi, all –
Well, I warned you I’d be scraping bottom soon, but I hadn’t thought I’d go down as far as disposable razors.
I admire the resourcefulness of those who responded — FHH asking who would have thought disposable razors would be so interesting despite the evidence that no one does; and Sylvia and Gary going straight to organic farming, which at least has potential.
Both of those comments are, in fact, more interesting than the blog. And wait until tomorrow when you see what I have to say about buttonholes.
We have friends who buy organic venison. Did anyone know there was any venison that isn’t organic?
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Maureen Says:
October 26th, 2010 at 7:05 pm
Only four blades? Pity. Mine have six. We use the old four-blade ones to shave our organic moose. Makes it easier to see their buttonholes.
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Timothy Hallinan Says:
October 26th, 2010 at 7:28 pm
Six????? Six?????? (Nose in air, sniffing.)
Ahhhh, I know who this is. This is Maureen Sugden, unsplitter supreme of split infinitives, the only person in the world who can tell me that I got wrong in the fourth Poke Rafferty book the number on the badge Rose was described as wearing in book one. Six, my nalgas.
Six? Seriously?
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Maureen Says:
October 26th, 2010 at 8:09 pm
Fourth try at posting this. I hate that Captcha thing.
Seriously. Six. And it’s only the cheapy supermarket brand, too. I just fished the packaging out of the bathroom wastebasket to make sure I was right. (That’s how I do most of my research on your manuscripts, by the way. Never underestimate the scholarly value of loo trash.) I’d post pictures (or video! how cool would that be, my disembodied hand rooting around in soggy Kleenex and empty pill bottles looking for razor detritus?), but I’m much too lazy.
I’m a little surprised–I thought everything high-tech started in California and moved east. Who would’ve thought that Maine would be on the cutting edge of disposable-blade technology? (I made a razor joke–did you catch that?)
So is this what you do to avoid getting copyedited?
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EverettK Says:
October 26th, 2010 at 9:41 pm
Safety razors? SAFETY razors????
C’mon, Tim. You KNOW you should be using a straight-edge.
Do you REALLY expect to be able to slit your throat with a SAFETY razor when you fail to give birth to Spirit House???
May as well use your chopsticks to try to club yourself to death. But, to each their own. Me? When the time comes, I plan on swallowing my keyboard.
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Timothy Hallinan Says:
October 27th, 2010 at 8:50 am
Maureen, let’s just ignore Everett’s display of lack of faith for the moment and talk calmly among ourselves.
SIX????????? Which brand? I googled it and found two I can order online that are sold in Target (not that someone of my refinement ever goes into Target) but there were no customer reviews and, like all writers, I live or die by customer reviews. Oh please? Or are they those little-bitty women’s razors? Remember in North By Northwest when Cary Grant shaved his big face with …
(I’ll get around to you in a minute, Everett. Subside.) … with Eva Marie Saint’s little bitty razor? Great stuff. And that joke you made was really (wait for it) sharp. (razor? cutting edge? sharp?)
Everett, there’s no need to reveal yourself quite so nakedly. In fact, “Spirit House” has been finished for three days, and Parts One and Two are exemplary — well, they’re okay. I’ve even found pictures for them. Part Three is a mess, but I’ve got five days and Sunday morning to make it better. Actually, this response is tempting me to drop the next blog, More About Disposable Razors, Part Three, and do yet another about writing “Spirit House.”
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Kaye Barley Says:
October 27th, 2010 at 10:17 am
Tim. You are never ever going to run out of topics.
Trust me on this.
Just re-read this piece and you’ll know that you’re safe.
Forever, my friend!
(I loved this!)
and yes, I love disposable razors.
AND razor is a great Scrabble word .. .
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Maureen Says:
October 27th, 2010 at 11:21 am
Six.
One, two, three, four, five, six. VI. Seis. Roku. Sechs.
I already told you it’s the generic, unbranded supermarket kind. Have I ever lied to you before?
Speaking of Eva Marie Saint, remember in On the Waterfront when Marlon Brando puts her tiny white glove on his big boxer’s hand? Swoon. I wonder if this is a theme in Eva Marie Saint movies. That could be your next blog topic. I think this disposable-razor thing may have played itself out.
Although Everett seems to have very strong feelings on the subject.
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Timothy Hallinan Says:
October 27th, 2010 at 2:04 pm
Hi, Kaye, and welcome back. For mystery fans, Kay’s current Louise Penny piece is absolutely worth reading (and then some) and you can find it FREE, do you hear, FREE at http://meanderingsandmuses.blogspot.com/2010/10/lucky-penny-by-louise-penny.html
Well worth the time. I don’t know about not running out, Kaye — I have to tell you, the three-day respite due to “Spirit House” looks awfully good to me right now.
Maureen, let me see if I follow you here. It’s the generic, unbranded supermarket kind. So that means it carries the supermarket’s brand? Well, what supermarket? Or is it some off-brand, niche New England-obscure snowshoes-and-pemmican store we’ve never heard of out here in Big Sky country? That’s interesting about Eva Marie Saint, although I’d have been more likely to swoon over her glove than Brando’s hand. I met her several times in the 1980s and 90s and she was really delightful. Everett has strong feelings about everything. It’s the gaming mentality — everything is win/lose.
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EverettK Says:
October 27th, 2010 at 2:22 pm
Oh, by all means, give us more on the gestation of Spirit House. Can’t get enough. Heck, if you write enough ABOUT it, you won’t even have to post the story itself. 
And, no, I don’t have a gaming mentality. VERY logical. No luck involved, there is NO losing. It’s all win. As long as you’re perfect. Which I am. But most folks don’t like to hear that.
However, some folks HAVE found me to BE a bit gamey. Whatever that means.
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Maureen Says:
October 27th, 2010 at 3:20 pm
I gave up and took a photo of the package it came in. Check your e-mail. (Try not to be offended–the place mat is from Target.) And don’t think I’ll let you forget making me dig around in icky bathroom garbage not once but twice over this issue.
I’ve never seen pemmican at our local Hannaford’s, but the moose mousse is to die for.
Very impressed that you’ve actually met Eva Marie Saint. I just checked her IMDb page and am thrilled to see she’s still with us. I loved her as Cybill Shepherd’s mom in Moonlighting. (Apropos of nothing.) Could you find out if she happens to have that glove? I would pay big money for it.
Other than that, I really regret butting into this discussion. ;o)
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Timothy Hallinan Says:
October 27th, 2010 at 5:56 pm
Oh, Everett — this cynical tone just doesn’t fit you. We all know you’re just a big pussycat trying to come on all James Woods when in any real movie you’d be played by Robin williams in wet mode, meaning with the awful beard and the more awful sincerity. But we’ll all pretend we don’t know that and go, “Oooooohhh, look OUT!!! Everett’s here.” And of COURSE, you’re perfect. Isn’t he everyone? You can’t hear them because they’re nodding.
Got the photo, Maureen, and that is one tacky bathmat. I’d shower in my shoes, knowing I’d have to step on that. (Just kidding. It’s fine, although the moose prints are a but much.)
I haven’t seen old Eva Marie in about 20 years, but she really was tremendously nice. I’ll be sure to ring her up tomorrow about the glove. And you did not butt into this discussion. It had gone into pause mode, waiting for you.
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