Colored Coffee Cups

I'm sitting in my youth room right now thinking about what to blog about. A girl next to me told me to write about some colorful coffee cups up by the bar. So I sat down at the nice new Mac and logged on...The cups are hanging upside down from a rack hung up from the ceiling by chains. They almost appear to be floating in thin air, still and motionless. The colors blend in very well with the beigeish-white colored wall behind it. The cups are of a lime green, navy blue and grayish whitish color. Overall the cups add a very relaxed sort of touch to the room. The light coming from the center of the room casts their shadows on the wall. Someone opens the door to the room and a slight gust comes in from the outdoors. The mugs jingle quietly for a minute and then are silent again.

Unique Experiences

Some people have unique experiences everyday. Others only have them once a year. I had a very special unique experience the other day. It was one of those types of experiences that you've seen somewhere before and think that it'll never happen to you. Mine happened on Saturday during our soccer game in Byron. I had a "run in" with one of the goal posts as I almost scored a goal on a cross in. I had seen the same play before on YouTube somewhere about a year earlier. At that point I had laughed hysterically at the person to whom it occurred. However, after experiencing the exact same type of accident and feeling the same type of pain, I feel very guilty for laughing at him. Last night I watched the clip on YouTube again with some friends, but with a different perspective this time. When it came to the "pole split," all my friends laughed like crazy. I was reminded of my pain and felt a lot of empathy for that soccer player. I am glad now that I had that experience, however uncomfortable it may have been at the time. Not many people can honestly say that they have had such an experience (as a complete accident nonetheless), so I guess I now have some sort of bragging right.  (If you want to see the video just go to YouTube and search for "soccer pole crotch hit")

The Power of Music

The power of music is absolutely amazing. Have you ever thought about how much of an impact songs can have on people? So many different emotions are stirred up inside you when you hear music. Sometimes when you hear a beautiful Mozart piece you feel relaxed and smart. Or you might hear a BackStreet Boys song and you just wish you could sing like them and you could get any girl you want to. Maybe heavy metal gets you psyched up and you feel like you could take on the whole world. Rap could make you feel all cool and give you the impression that you really are a gansta at heart. How about soul/gospel music? When I hear gospel songs I am sometimes convinced that I am truly black on the inside. While we're still down in the southern styles, why don't we take a look at the jazz. Jazz is such an easy going genre, you feel like all your worries have just gone all away. Or you could take it the opposite way with some blues and you feel like you can actually relate to others' problems. Of course then there is still country, all twangy and western sounding. With their funny voices you just wonder why anyone would sing like that. Yet somehow we always find ourselves trying to sing like when we hear country rhythms or western sounding music. There are so many great things about music where would we be without it?

American Dream

What ever happened to "American Dream?" What is it exactly? For some people it seems to have been over for a long time and for others it happening right now. When I think of the American Dream, I think back to the 50's and 60's. I picture a perfect little family with a couple boys and girls in the family. The father is a successful small business man or a teacher or some other respected occupation. The mother is a stay-at-home-mom, always working hard around the house to make the rest of the family feel safe and comfortable. She always has pancakes, eggs, and bacon ready for the kids and her husband in the morning before they head off to school and work and then a nice hot dinner ready by the time the husband comes home from work that evening. The kids are polite, but get into trouble just as any normal kids do (except for those few kids who ARE perfect). The oldest son is a senior in high school. He's a part of the football, basketball, and track teams, proudly wearing his letterman's jacket around town. He's got his fancy new car in which he takes all the ladies proudly all around town in. The second son is a freshmen in high school and is more into music. He's in a garage band with some of his best buds and they have their first gig at a local diner on friday night after the football game. That is just a little bit of the mental picture I have when I think of the "American Dream."

Hide-and-go-seek!

Have you ever thought that hide-and-go-seek should be a sport? How is hide-and-go-seek not good enough to be considered a sport? Take basketball for instance. Why do people neccessarily thing that putting a ball through a net is more fun than hide-and-go-seek. Both are games that require a certain amount of skill, training, enthusiasm, and luck and they are both games that you can play with your friends. So why is basketball a sport and hide-and-go-seek is not? Boxing is considered a sport, but all they do is violently punch and hit each other until one is simply to weak to stand any longer. Why is that a sport? Or even chess! I'm not sure that a lot of people would consider chess a sport, but they have international chess tournaments with the winner be rewarded with money, trophies, and glory. How on earth can you consider chess and sport and not hide-and-go-seek!? I have never heard of an international hide-and-go-seek match. If there were though, I'm almost positive that more people would tune in to watch that than to watch a 3 hour long chess match. You just don't hear people on the street saying, "I'll betcha 5 buckaroos that Sean "The Sneak" McSeekster will win the National HAGS (standing for hide-and-go-seek) Tournament on Friday night by finding everybody in under 2 minutes!" You just don't hear that...but wouldn't it be interesting if you did?

What to blog about...

What to blog about...you would think that with so many interesting things in this world, the topic of one simple blog would be very easy to choose. However, I am (and I'm sure I'm not alone in this) having a hard time thinking of a subject to write about. Perhaps I am just thinking too hard and missing some of the easier options. Just like that saying about concentrating so hard on the trees that you miss the forest, or vice virsa. As the minutes tick by and my train of thought picks up as little speed as a snail would going uphill against the wind, I become no more enlightened in my search for the right blog topic. Oho! I just looked at the bottom of my screen where it has some examples for post names. The three examples are "scooters", "vacation", and "fall." Seeing how I know nothing about scooters, nor do I own one, I will not write about those. Vacation is already over so I don't feel like writing about that either. That leaves me with the topic of fall. But after all this writing aboout what to write about, why should I bother to write about something new? I think that I shall conclude this blog shortly, seeing how it has not gone anywhere productive. How do I decide how to conclude an indecisive blog though? Perhaps with a question?