Writer's block

I'm having a Porky Pig moment. You know, one of those times when you're trying to say something eloquently and just can't do it, so you just spurt out the crude equivalent.

I've been trying for the last few days to write a post about identity. Specifically, I wanted to write about how we can't define ourselves just by our name, but have to add a whole list of what we do and who we know and what political/social/religious group we affiliate ourselves with. I was trying (vainly) to come up with a well written thesis about how the only entity in creation that can simply say, "I am" and have that be enough, is God. As created beings, we're incomplete in and of ourselves, so we steal a little bit of our identity from a hundred different places, cobble it together, and say, "This is who I am."

But, sadly, I can't seem to come up with a decent way to say all that. (The paragraph above isn't really a decent way to say it at all. It's all... clumsy.)

So, in a Porky Pig moment, I'll just post two pictures of me and call that me and be done with the whole debacle.

This one is me in a cowboy hat. I don't actually own a cowboy hat. But someone once said I look like Kenny Chesney, and this is my way of trying to disprove her. You be the judge. Incidently, the person who took this picture said the hat made me look like Billy Bob Thorton.



This one is pretty much how I usually look.



And that, my friends, is my thesis on identity.