Two Months of Stubs
Two months of no blogging. Lots of ideas, but no blogging. I’ve written many of what I call ‘stubs’, ideas in loose sentence fragments hoping to be fleshed out into complete thoughts at a later date, but I haven’t the had time or motivation to complete any of these stubs.
Typically an idea will occur to me, either as a result of something I’ve read or a conversation I’ve had, and I’ll think, ‘hmmm…that could be interesting’ and I jot it down for when I’ll have the requisite time for research, writing and editing. In a lot of cases I’ll do some light research during my regular daily web surfing, but it mostly serves to stoke a creative fire.
So now, with the day off, I have some time to complete some of these stubs and maybe offer an original thought to the world. Instead, I’d rather take the easy way out and share some of these stubs. Research involves reading and filtering information. Writing involves taking a position on a subject and sticking your neck out. I feel like doing neither of these things today. I’m not sure whether this should be classified as ‘creatively lazy’ or ‘lazily creative’, but here’s a few of my more interesting stubs from the past two months:
Athletes who could’ve played other sports professionally. Bo Jackson and Michael Jordan did it. Hell, even Jose Canseco took a chance on MMA. They say Gretzky could’ve been a pro pitcher and Bure an Olympic diver.
Commonalities in Canadian and American consumer products and the subtle differences between them. Forget political and sociological differences, I’m a product of products and therefore I’m interested in products. An observation of the subtle differences in packaging, branding and marketing in common products between the two countries.
John Fahey being used to sell Vaseline. There’s a new Vaseline commercial that features ‘In Christ There is No East or West’ by fingerpicking wizard John Fahey, how in the Hell did this happen?
The Toronto hardcore scene is effin’ burgeoning. Bands like Fucked Up, Career Suicide and Terminal State are taking hardcore back from the the melodramatic metal heads that turned it into emo-mosh music and taking it back to its angry, sweaty punk rock roots. Awesome.
So there you have it, the choice nuggets from a man unwilling to stick his neck out any further. There are four or five other stubs that I could share, but honestly they’ll likely never become fully realized, so they’re destined for a stub life sentence.
