Some days you wait...

I'm often stopped on the street by people who say, "Pablo Gazpachot, where do you get all those magnificent ideas for your blog?" "Well," I tell them after signing the obligatory autograph and posing for a snap with the newborn, "it certainly is a challenge." Actually, nothing could be further from the truth. Like most people, I wake up with weird ideas in my head. I have simply committed to jotting one down per day as a joyful means of lubricating the brain and the finger mechanisms for the busy day ahead. Of course, there are days when you wake up and you can barely find one brain cell banging around your skull. You wring the gray matter like a dirty dish sponge hoping for a drop of, well, anything. You look into space spacily, and nothing arrives. Interestingly, these blanks tend to come the morning after vodka tastings at the Swedish-American Cultural Center. Someone ought to look into this astonishing correlation.