Scrambler

​An Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life in America. Live from New York.

An Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life New York City.

An insiders look into my thinking.

I’m hungover, and as I rode my bike to work this morning, I was distinctly aware of my own inner monologue. And MAN - that thing is all over the shop. Here’s what I thought about (I think):

  • DESIGN: Why doesn’t Mercedes Benz go back to designing cars for dudes? Old Benz’ were GANGSTA - all hard angles and width. They looked menacing and bad ass. The currently ones look distinctly ladylike - BIG GERMAN TAMPONS.
  • CHILDISH GAMBINO: one lyric in particular: ‘You get sloppy drunk/I stay whiskey neat’. That is a cool lyric, yet it made me regret whiskey for a moment.
  • LONELINESS: I started to concentrate on what would be worse: being lonely yet not alone, or the more traditional being alone AND lonely. I think the former, but then I stopped thinking about it because I was getting bummed out.
  • WEATHER: the temperature has changed. It’s no longer horrifically hot - a marked improvement, but I bet I miss this when it’s freeeeeezing (You cant’…always get…what you waaaaaant)
  • MY LEG: I think about my leg a lot. I don’t want it amputated.
  • BIKE RIDING FOR THE DISABLED: If it was amputated, could I still ride a bike? I think maybe with momentum, but no way you could get started
  • PORNO: how does Beijing have a sex shop on every corner, selling all sorts of fucked up paraphernalia, yet NO PORNO? What a weird culture.
  • COFFEE

This final thought really dominated proceedings from there on in. Regards, my brain.