- The White Noise Companion
- Calcium Fortified
- Thematic Distraction
- Triumphant Beards
- Wooden Legs
- Fantastic Tales
- Paul is Dead
I had something of a doppelganger in college. He was a few inches shorter, couldn't quite grow a beard like I could, but damn we looked alike. And not only did we look alike, but in a lot of ways, we simply were alike.
As a teacher, depending on position I suppose, you start to see recurring faces. And these faces come attached to patterns of behavior, predetermined identities governed by a crook in the nose. Phrenology and Physiognomy aren't exactly the scientific fields I expect anyone to depend on, let alone myself, but it's almost discouraging when these archetypes seem to be less a product of their environment and more a biological construct representative of human evolution.
So when you're watching old movies and you see these classical beauties (name a whoever, it doesn't matter) you realize they don't exist anymore. And it's not just that standards have adjusted, it's that those specific physical qualities have faded away, leaving the present to cope with a glut of strange men like myself.
