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At the end of the day, it’s all about humility.\u00a0 Or maybe just humiliation.<\/p>\n

I was asked to write a post for another website, one with much larger circulation than humble harmonicminer usually gets. The proprietors of that site asked me for a headshot photo.<\/p>\n

Well… I didn’t really have one. I mean, I did, a couple of them, actually, but they are both from 30 lbs ago (thanks, weightwatchers), and I look fairly different now.<\/p>\n

Not to put too fine a point on it, my face is now noticably less…. porcine.<\/p>\n

On the other hand, what formerly looked like a pelican’s pouch now looks a bit more like a turkey wattle.\u00a0 You can take away some fat, but the skin is still there. Sigh.<\/p>\n

Still, it’s an improvement, and my wife thought I should really take a new photo instead of using one of the old ones. \u00a0 That doesn’t sound so hard, does it?<\/p>\n

So off we went with my Blackberry cell-phone camera to take a headshot.<\/p>\n

First we tried the living room. I stood up against a white wall in a black sport coat and smiled.\u00a0 It would seem that the white wall confused the white balance of the rest of the picture, and so I kept coming out looking just slightly ghastly…. I’m sure it couldn’t have been the actual smile that created the, uh, vampiric effect.\u00a0 When I wasn’t looking ghastly, it looked like I had a slightly crazed look in my eyes… due only to some unfortunate flash reflections in my glasses, of course.\u00a0 Maybe it’s the trifocal in the lense for the eye that works (I’m almost totally blind in one eye).<\/p>\n

We had to go to Target anyway, so after about 10 failed photos at home, we took ourselves off to the concentric circles in hopes of finding a usable background in the store.\u00a0 As it happened, there was a nice beige wall nestled charmingly between the non-wrinkle-free sheets and the trashcans (where we later discovered the sheets really belonged).\u00a0 But the fluorescent lights all over the ceiling kept glinting off the top of my head, in a way that didn’t look like mystical enlightenment spontaneously breaking out due to the renewing of my mind.\u00a0 Once, we thought we’d found a spot to shoot in that would work, with less ceiling light reflection… but the tile background, upon review at home, made it look like we’d shot it in a shower stall. \u00a0 Really not the thing.<\/p>\n

I think it was in Target, after 10 more attempted photos or so, that my wife (Mrs. Miner of these premises) began laughing.\u00a0 Rudely.\u00a0 Disrespectfully.\u00a0 Sure, she was laughing with<\/em> me. \u00a0 Ri-i-ight. \u00a0 And this after I rescued her from a life of penury and whisked her off to the lifestyle of the …well…\u00a0 moderately middle class.<\/p>\n

But I digress.<\/p>\n

We came back home and tried to shoot photos in front of the kitchen cabinets, which are stained fairly dark.\u00a0 Still getting reflections off my head.\u00a0 Mrs. Miner, never one to shy away from her duty, disappeared momentarily, and returned with her makeup kit.\u00a0 She began putting powder everywhere the light was glinting off me….\u00a0 which, apparently, was essentially all of my face and the the top of my head.\u00a0 I consoled myself with the thought that Ronald Reagan had worn makeup for speeches from the Oval Office.<\/p>\n

Someplace in this photo series, it was decided that I should button the top button of my shirt.\u00a0 I had been going for the casual look, but that also highlighted the, uh, extra flesh below my chin, which there is less of these days (did I mention that?), but still more than one might wish.\u00a0 So after a couple of shots this way, Mrs. Miner began trying to tuck the extra flesh under my collar.\u00a0 She tried the one finger tuck.\u00a0 The two finger tuck.\u00a0 The three finger tuck with simultaneous collar tug.<\/p>\n

Then she began laughing again.\u00a0 Do you think Nancy made fun of the Gipper?\u00a0 Did Bacall break-up at Bogart?\u00a0 (Bogart wore a toupee, didn’t he?)<\/p>\n

In any case, after she calmed down from her convulsive cackling (ran out of extra oxygen, that is), we picked one of the photos.\u00a0 Well, she picked it.\u00a0 She said that in the photo I looked… subtly sardonic.\u00a0 Hmmm.<\/p>\n

So I emailed it to my daughter for her opinion.\u00a0 My son-in-law emailed back and said it looked like a mug shot.\u00a0 Apparently my daughter was too craven to deliver their considered judgment herself.<\/p>\n

And this on Father’s Day.<\/p>\n

So I sent the pic.\u00a0 If it doesn’t result in the web master rejecting the entire article I submitted, I’ll link to the post here when it comes up in the rotation.<\/p>\n

I wonder how much a facelift costs?<\/p>\n

Or maybe next time I’ll just use one of those wee people avatars<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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