What a start to the day...

Have you ever woken up, gone to get your coffee, and had it be terrible?!? In the back of my mind I hear that song,

"Everyone makes mistakes so why can't you..."

But all I want to say is..."No! Don't make a mistake on my coffee." It's the first thing that I have in the morning, and without wanting to, the way that my coffee experience goes in the morning really does affect the rest of my day. And this morning, I tried this coffee place in Sellwood, OR...and I must say...not good. Its lukewarm, watery, no flavor, and has chunks of ginger root in it...literal chunks. They kinda made good foam, but other than that, bad experience. Hopefully, I can overcome it, and have a good day. But first things first, I better go and get a good cup of coffee.

If you have to, If you have to, If you have to let it linger...

I hope that you have all realized by now that the Subway $5 for any footlong sub is amazing! Let's go ahead and just state that without discussion. Yes, places like Quiznos and privately owned delis are far better, but nonetheless, you can't beat the price. I myself really enjoy the Subway Club. But since the upswing in frequenting Subway, I have realized a stench. You know how you might go to a place like Mongolian BBQ and come out smelling like it? Well, Subway has its very own unique smell. It wasn't until Marc, Stephanie, and I went to Blockbuster the other day, and all three of us realized how much it smelled like Subway in there. There was a distinct smell that we all recalled and attributed to Subway. Have you ever been walking around and smelled something that reminded you of your childhood? Isn't weird how a smell can rekindle so many memories?

The Feeding

I understand...sometimes a kids gotta eat when a kids gotta eat. However, who decided that floppin' one out and breast feeding in public is aight? I mean, doesn't it seem a little strange to you? I understand that there's purpose and reason, but at the same time, I really don't care to see it. We obsess over our strong dislikes of pda all the time. Using deduction, this can only be concluded that we don't mind seeing the act of certain things, but its the REASON or lack thereof. Evidentally we're okay with a little kid feeding on his/her mother's bosom, but not with two legitimate people showing affection through physicality. Perhaps this is much like how it's permittable to take your child, of the opposite sex, into a public bathroom as long as they're not "too" old. However old "too" old is. Let's just be happy that little kids aren't like Family Guy's Stewie.

Wrastlin'...

I proudly plead ignorance on this topic...but why is it that girls want to wrestle? Being a basketball player, I never have given much thought to the subject. But then the other night, a bunch of us were hanging out and the topic surfaced. Eeyore gave an invigorating argument for the discussion of basketball vs. wrestling (or wrastlin'). One point that he made was girl wrestlers. As far as I can tell, girl wrestler's are messed. I mean, they are one of two things...either they want to go roll around with nearly exposed dudes (if so, that seems like they're a little too excited about the chance...and really, if this is their chance to do so, they MUST be messed) or they don't see any sort of arousal in it...and are just in for the sport (which means their names are probably Helga or Charlie...aka men). All in all, girl wrestlers are messed. However, wrestling stat girls...they're a completely different breed. Guys that go out to meet their opponent would much rather see the cute girl taking his stats down, then march up to the girl that exposed her weight the same as your own. Sorry girls...but if you want to get the guy...wrestling as a sport isn't the way to do it. Take Chyna for instance, she is a ridiculous example of steroidial overdose thus concluding her to be frigid. Sad I know. If we really dig deep, I know this exposes some prejudices and sexism, but in all actuality, I just don't get it.

The Meaning

I realized after talking with various friends that I had not written about why I chose the title that I did..."The Story is in the Soil". Really, this name came about because of my love for the ever-awesome musician Connor Oberst also known as Bright Eyes. I love the rhythmetic guitar driven melodies and lyrical genius reminiscent of Bob Dylan. Truly Connor Oberst is amazing! But since listening to Bright Eyes and loving most all of his albums, "Lifted or the Story is in the Soil, Keep Your Ear to the Ground" is my first love.

As I have meditated on the meaning of this album, I have discovered much application to my own life. For instance, I have found spiritual meaning that possesses me to be more motivated to evangelize effectively. Everyone has their own story and we see the fruit of the seed that was planted within them...sometimes years later. I've also discovered that there is much truth in the concept of reason. Really, the reason in which things are the way they are is not always a mystery. In fact, we uncover many clues that help us see what makes the world spin. So, I decided upon this name for my blog because I find it fascinating to think about the things that are generally looked over...and ponder over reason, despite a definitive. Basically, I see the plant/tree/fruit, but wonder about the seed...why not blog about the wonder? About the growth?