Some days you're the shark. Flying high, eating well, exercise, fresh air, a sense of accomplishment, cool adaptations like cartilage. The Discovery Channel wants to profile you for an entire week and Planet Earth turns you into veritable nature porn*. Somewhere in Oregon a bunch of zoo nerds dress up like you and throw a (really great) party.
Some days you're the sea lion.**
It sucks to be the sea lion.
Which are you today?***
*I talk about porn kind of a lot on this blog. What's that about?
**These are sea lions, right? I can't see the flippers well enough and I can't remember... forgive me if I get it wrong.
***I think today I'm the ocean... I was ebbing and flowing until all of a sudden everything exploded. Soon I'll ebb and flow again.
I was really hoping you'd discover this on your own, but it's been a month, and nothing's happened yet, so...I sent you a package about a month ago. I'm assuming you have an apartment management office or maybe a neighbor who signed for it, but somebody signed for it who wasn't you, and you should go find it and it will make you smile. The end.
ReplyDeleteHey there. What is your new address there? We would love to send you two a Christmas card :)
ReplyDeleteI am not sure about this parable...
ReplyDeletebecause I can see how it "sucks" to be the sea lion, but I don't want to be a shark either. Sharks are, for the most part, mindless eating machines (that occasionally attack surfers).
I do respect them -- but I don't want to be one. I don't want to be a sea lion either (they eat penguins).
Anyway, this reminds me of an excellent book -- The Devil's Teeth. Good read. It's about an eery island off the coast of San Fransisco and great white sharks... biting surf boards. I kid not.