People keep asking me about
the beard thing... Here's
my take on what happened and why.
Just before I left for
LCA 2009, my
wife offered to send along one of the
limited edition prints
of her
award-winning waterfall photograph. She knew from prior years that the LCA
organizers often host an auction or raffle to raise money for some worthy
charity at the conference banquet. Since the photo was taken at
Milford Sound on the way
to last year's
LCA in Melbourne,
there was a connection between the photo and LCA. We had no idea what
this year's charity might be, nor did we anticipate that her photo
would become the centerpiece of the evening's fund-raising activities.
The charity selected this year was an organization that is trying to
save the Tasmanian Devil from
extinction. Professor Hamish McCallum, the chief scientist with the
program, gave a talk after dinner and before the auction began.
The native population is suffering from a fatal facial tumor disease that
results in horrible lesions, and is likely to kill off all the Devils within
a decade or three. My family and I all have a strong love of nature, and
Karen and I had the pleasure of touring Tasmania after
LCA 2003 in Perth, so this seemed like
a great charity to raise money for with her photo.
As often happens at LCA, the auction and related fund-raising activities
got complicated. This year, the photo alone was bid up to $2500 (which was
very cool!), before people started offering things for higher bids. For years,
going maybe as far back as Perth, I've been cajoled about shaving my beard
if the bidding hit some level, and have always said no. This year, someone
offered $5000 if I would shave my beard, and again I said no. Much later,
after more cajoling and many counter offers, when the bids and various
matching offers had us approaching $20,000 in total donation to the charity,
I relented and announced that if we hit a total of $25,000 going to the
charity I would consent to a shave. The resulting frenzy, including
the suggestion that if it went high enough
Linus should do the
shaving, and the formation of a
bidding consortium that kept raising more
money and bidding against itself, was completely unexpected! Others have
tried to capture
details of the insanity,
but the bottom line is that by the end of the evening, the total had blown
way past anything we could have imagined, and by the end of the conference
the total going to the charity was on the order of $40,000!
Why did I agree to let Linus shave my beard? To be honest, I'm not entirely
certain. I only had one beer that evening, so I can't blame intoxication. The
fact that it would yield a worthy charity something over 10 times what my
wife's photo alone had drawn as a maximum bid seemed significant to me. In
hindsight, I also think I was at least a little bit curious to see what
my face looked like after having a beard since sometime around September
of 1982! In any case, I made the offer, insane amounts of money were raised,
and on the last day of the conference, over the lunch hour, Linus took
trimmers in hand and removed my beard in front of an audience.
The reactions have been completely overwhelming. A local TV station
and a local newspaper in Hobart were both there and ran stories. The ripple
of mentions in the blogosphere was and is just astounding. There's even a
silly
Shaving Bdale
game created overnight by the "Mad Scientists" at
Secret Lab! And from all over the globe, people
I do and don't know have been sending emails and finding me on IRC to plead
with me to grow my beard again! Right after the shave, my good friend
Keith Packard said "Bdale, grow it back!". Before
I left Hobart, my wife emailed saying she and the kids hoped I wasn't
waiting until I got home to start. Joey Hess blogged
a hairy tale about
how I'd scarred the minds of young Debian developers. The leader of
Debian-RS sent word by email that the group
all hoped I would re-grow my beard. And on and on and on... I'm really not
used to being the center of so much attention!
Being suddenly without beard felt weird in lots of silly little ways. I
was hyper-sensitive to drafts. The feel of cold beverages hitting my upper
lip was downright strange. And I kept wanting to scratch what wasn't there!
After making faces at myself in the mirror for a while, I decided I really
wasn't happy, and do prefer being bearded. So I haven't shaved since Saturday
morning in Hobart, and am pretty scruffy looking. My wife said today that
I'm "already starting to look like Bdale again".
At the current growth rate, I have high hopes of having at least some facial
dignity back by the time I
speak at FOSDEM. And no,
I won't be shaving my beard off again any time soon...