I’d like to be my own brand.
Not unlike Paris Hilton or David Beckham. Who are we kidding… I’d go straight for Oprah and have my own Disney-like multinational conglomorate if I could.
I don’t really want the money (although I wouldn’t complain about it). I’d just like fact that morning shows were talking about me and that my name was coming up in everyday conversations and that there’d be parodies of me and my work everywhere I turned… and then the morning shows would ponder my reaction to the scathing satire and the whole cycle would start over again. Unending.
It’d be fun. And satisfying.
Yesterday afternoon, instead of teaching I was given the afternoon to make a DVD for a school initiative–that even our Trustee will see (oooooh). I locked myself in a room for 5 hours (literally) and finished it. [It felt like an inclass exam]. If you watched it you’d know I did it. It’s “typical-Travis®.”
“Typical-Travis®” could describe my clothes… my [basically non-existant] gym routine… even my smile… my blog… my decor… everything. All I’m missing is a publicist and a cause slightly more respected than Public Education and I’m in.
Since the missing links are so few and so within reach…. keep checking Sears and the Bay for my cologne which is bound to come out soon. The buzz is that it will be super hyper ultra cool!
P.S.–Yesterday at Chapters TWO people thought I worked there and asked me questions… that doesn’t mean I’m too mainstream to have the je-ne-sais-quoi a brand requires, does it?