Every technological marvel of the past few years I own. I have among other things an iPad, Android, Blu-ray, Electronic Cigarette and even a rice cooker. (which I can’t figure out how to use) So, it is especially baffling to me why I bought a vintage straight razor. Maybe I was thinking about the romance of lathering up a brush with hot water, forgetting about the fast pace that life moves, while I circle my face applying the shaving cream and then deliberately glide the hand crafted blade around the natural curves of my face, but whatever the reason, I splurged on the most non technological thing I could possible think of. You know it makes sense in a weird way. I used to romanticize smoking in the same way. The pageantry of striking up a match and bringing to the tip of the cigarette, slowly inhaling as I catch it on fire, smelling that sweet smell of sulfur and tobacco coming up my nostrils. Smoking has been found to be bad for you and so many people were making the switch to ...

