Time grows all hair (unless it falls out)

Recently, the campus ministry Christian Challenge — the group that showed me that an actual social life has its benefits — redesigned its website. The redesign features new content, including a gallery of photos going back to 2003 … some of which include me.

This discovery is notable because one particular photo from 2004 reminded me that I used to be a lot less hairy. This was me in 2004 (complete with a hat at a jaunty angle!):

And this was me just a few months ago (complete with glasses designed to look wildly intellectual!):

That sort of contrast is always a bit startling to me; I see my face every day, so I’m prone to forgetting just how much my chin has grown.

Just for fun, I fed those pictures into a sophisticated computer program designed to produce a remarkably accurate picture of what I will look like in the future. Based on those two pictures, the sophisticated program produced this image of me in 2010:

It seems that at some point, my chin will reach critical mass, thereby causing the hair on top of my head to explode. Apparently, that will also cause me to smile. (And it will make me an extremely talented musician.)