I’ve been sitting here trying to think about what to write, but I couldn’t think of anything I wanted to commit to and bring to a possibly gnarly conclusion. I wrote a blog earlier about something very personal, but I decided not to publish it. It’s sitting in my drafts. There are plenty of drafts I’ve never published. Someday (not now, but at the end of the year), I might publish them.
So instead of continuing to push myself creatively, I changed my blog header picture (see above). Pretty rad, huh? This picture was taken by Tom while we were walking around Long Island City last month. Those tigers are really cool. I think they are going to Las Vegas to see if Siegfried and Roy are still up for recreational tiger fun. They’re just waiting for their driver, Juan, who is inside the bar/restaurant getting stacks of cash from their pimp. He gets to keep any unused per diem, so he will probably end up mistreating the tigers and making them stay three to a room, even though he knows that two of them won’t want to share a bed – they’ll have to get a cot.
Anyway, Juan is taking his time, probably sipping some Maker’s on the rocks even though he has to drive. But Juan has never been one to say no to a free drink. Well, he’ll get plenty of those in Las Vegas with his washboard moustache and curly abs. I’m just going to take this picture with the tigers and hope that Juan doesn’t catch me. Once these tigers make it to Vegas, we’ll never hear from ‘em again. They’ll be livin’ it up. La vida loca. Yeah. What happens there will stay there. Bro.
So to summarize: because I couldn’t think of anything of substance to share with the world, I changed my image (see above), and that inspired me to write that story about the tigers. What started out as a creative quest turned into a shallow PR move, which turned into the resolution of my creative quest. Done, done, and done.
Take good care of my boys (and possibly one girl), Juan. They deserve the very best.
And you know what, Juan? I almost lost that blog post because I highlighted the text prior to inserting that picture from “File”, but thankfully I had greedily pasted the entire thing into the “Excerpt” section because I don’t like to choose between my word children. But the point is that I almost lost that text, and that goes to show that nothing’s too precious. Nothing’s too sacred. And there’s probably no one is watching out for anyone else. Except you. So just give those tigers each their own beds, huh? Won’t you?
