#11
I was at a house party in the now vanished Irishtown of San Francisco. I'm sitting next to a fella named liam playing pipes and sharing Players Navycut cigarettes and Jamesons. All these lace curtain matrons were subtly inspecting me, dropping loaded questions like ' ah you're in the Coast Guard' so you go to mass with father Brannigan. I have a blank look and Liam with a devilish eye informs them 'Chris isn't catholic' and they recoil half crossing themselves. Liam laughed and told them ' but his family are good republicans' and they began breathing again. This white haired, pink skinned man in Donegal tweed smelling of tobacco sat down and asked about my background. I start reciting the heroic lineage like Kunte Kinte in ROOTS and he puts a hand on mine. " Ah I knew your people. I served with your great grand da. I real scrapper he was got himself excommunicated for membership in our proscribed organization .' Liam later told me he fled Ireland during the civil war when a comrade betrayed his column to the free staters and became a big longshoreman union rep.
Back in the fifties the traitor showed up in SF and didn't recognize his old adversary. This fey looking man playing with children across the room made a visit over union affairs, gave him a minute to pray and shot him dead, left an old card SPYS AND TRAITERS BEWARE IRA in his hand and walked home for tea. there were two famous pubs in SF and Oakland; IRELAND 32 and The STARRY PLOW, One was stickie ( Marxist) and the other provisional. Somebody sent a dummy practice grenade from one to the other and that thing was exchanged for decades in empty threat and foolish hostility. I walked home from all this shaking my head and recalling an irish poet of my name who wrote about the same scenes unchanged by time or distance.
#12

Member
Detroit
I thought this thread was about the urge to kill soaps that are almost used up? Huh

I have a tub of Barrister and Mann Adagio that has about a 2" donut hole in the bottom. If it wasn't for my recent desire to use all of my samples, I would be targeting this one for its demise. Maybe I'll get on that instead. Adagio is a great soap for this time of year.
- Jeff
#13
Jeff, you're right! I'm at least in part to blame for derailing my own thread.

I'm like you right now -- alternating between samples and killing those two tubs. I think it's both the feeling of accomplishment and it makes me feel ok about adding new soaps to the den.

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#14
NUKE THE SOAP! NUKE THE SOAP!

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#15
So that's what the bottom of a tin looks like!
Dave
"Always walk where you like your steps"
#16
" Do not stare into the abyss, less the abyss stare back into you." I think that is the proper quotation. I remember finishing my first MWF puck with only two refills in reserves and having a panic attack.
#17
I see two things here. First and foremost. Leg of lamb, and lanolin...
Second...doughnuts. (or is that 3?)

lamb goes in the freezer, lanolin in the soap, and the doughnuts go into a sealed tupperware bowl. I have a yearly ritual where I grate them all with a Parmesan shredder....to be my years supply of head shaving soap.
#18

Vintage Razor Fan
Southwestern NY
I have yet to finish any full sized soap or cream. And, I keep buying more. More power to ya!

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-Rob
#19
Ok, progress has been made.  The XXX is done!  And the CRSW is almost there...

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#20

Member
Las Vegas, NV, USA
A rare sight, indeed. Smile

Being the nit-pick I am, in situations like this, instead of trying to cram the brush against the edges of the container to pick up soap, I usually force the soap away from the edges and to the middle of the container. Works quite well with most soaps, but with triple-milled or other hard soaps, not so much…
Whenever I go to shave, I assume there’s someone else on the planet shaving, so I say “I’m gonna go shave, too.”
– Mitch Hedberg


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