A wise man (Buzzfeed post) once told me, “It is not the journey or the destination, but where you are now.” Truth be told, I have been slacking. With all the festivities of our Colorado coming to a screeching halt, I have had nothing to write about. I figured, why not write about having nothing to write about? The blog well has run dry. The townspeople in my literary mind have been clamoring and clawing at the sides of my hippocampus. They are parched, famished, and itching for a muse. I feel a mutiny is afoot unless I can shape up and give the masses what they deserve, and that is what I will try to do.
In lighter news – the podcast is up, running, and can be found on Apple Music, Spotify, and anywhere else you get your podcasts from. My trusty collaborator and fellow Shaved Bear, Cangro, is still out in Colorado putting the team on his back. His photography is the hardworking single mother of this brand, while I – the five young, unruly pieces of shit children – am only wreaking consistent havoc across the East Coast. So, while we are away from one another it begs the question: what is next for The Shaved Bear?
Sum of the Parts
Now that I am in the great state of Maine and he is in the second great state of Colorado, consistency is tougher than a Denny’s steak. We currently lack structure, but not purpose. We will keep on keeping on because what other mindless hobbies do we have the interest in filling our time with. Distance makes The Shaved Bear grow fonder.
Cangrotography
This is the one cookie jar my hand does not have to be in. It is nice to be able to leave the National Geographic-esque picture taking to someone trustworthy. Ever work in a group project and desperately want to tell the teacher on the one partner that is hardly good for holding their own jock? Did you tell? Did you not? Because if not, thank you. Cangro is the group partner that is first on the Google Doc in the morning and the last one off it at night. Once locked, he demands a quick unlock. He found a better photo to use than the Getty Images one currently in there. How? Because he took it.
Blog
This IS the cookie jar my hands, feet, and every other appendage have been in since 2022. From urbex, to bull riding, to moving towards just about any topic I find interesting enough to blog about, this is moi. As long as there is still air in my lungs and the world continues to spin at a frightening rate that I feel like I should feel in some sense, I will keep blogging.
Podcast
The blog has been my easy-going, ring when needed, complacent first child of The Shaved Bear. The podcast, however, has been a goddamn stubbed toe wrapped in a root canal smothered by a migraine of a second child. Any other person ever with a podcast makes it look super relaxed with their legs crossed in front of glossy backgrounds. Their sound is crisper than a breeze coming off the North Sea.
In contrast, my video is nonexistent because no one wants to see all of this. My audio is a cacophony of old cats being shaved by a dull razor. We don’t have a set place and have yet to figure out how to Zoom in an episode. And no one told me how long it could take to edit an episode! This isn’t to say I don’t love all of it and that I am not grateful for the opportunity to be doing this. But golly… I am certainly no expert.
Et Fin
It is far too easy to look at a blank screen or an unedited podcast and think, I’ll get to that later. Trust me. I’ve done it a thousand times. There are a million other things to do these days, and too many options will create a tyrant of us all. But I always circle back to a quick quote from Shawshank Redemption. “Get busy living, or get busy dying.” This will always make zero progress if I let my ideas sit in an old drawer collecting dust in the corner of my mind. So, like I said, while I still have air in my lungs, I will always keep coming back.
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