The mucous membranes are saturated

Survival can be an ironic thing in life. "Hey do you think you are gonna make it?", is a common question that is darted at you when you are sick. After being asked that 36 times last weekend as I was powered juggernaut mode through wedding activities I have decided that moving forward that I will begin to answer that question sarcastically as possible. Example, "Ya I am gonna make it but I don't know if i can say the same sentiment about you if you ask me again.."

In all actuality it always feels good that people care about your well-being and I really never mind when someone asks how I am feeling.. What if everyone had the same knee jerk reaction and asked people how they were doing spiritually though? "Hey I heard your spirit is feeling like dung... Think you're gonna make it???" "Have you taken a dose of solitude and reflection to fight off those pesky demons that are running a muck?" That would be a wild turn of events in everyday social interaction.

Regurgitating is a part of my mental lexicon

Human change is evident for every man and my most recent metamorphosis have my journey into pod world. When the mustang took some busted glass and the pioneer was looted i had to turn to the white earbuds for moral support. I have been stockpiling podcasts like pixydust in a hope that i one day i can reach audio flight. WWE podcasts, espn soccernet (where you can understand every other word), and anything else that falls under the burnt orange sun.

On Simmons most recent podcast they talked about great new sports ideas to change the scope of the scene. Drop the rim in the WNBA to 8 foot for some sue bird slam action and start an all MJ channel (excluding the wizard wonder years). I figured i would share the a few shades of my kaleidoscope with all -1.25 readers of the blog...

1. You know about the UEFA champions league of soccer... You take the best teams from the best leagues and your throw them all in a steaming pot of the best matchups on the face of the earth. Why isnt the MLS eligible for a champions league bid? (that was a joke right?)

Well what if you took the worst of the worst and put them in a massive tournament would the fair-minded people of this country watch? Take the filth of the relegation and put them on a global stage so that the stars of the scum have a chance to shine. Maybe the tournament could have special rules to really showcase how bad some of these teams are.
Rule 1: the goalkeepers should have to dress up in the mascot outfits. It would allow more overall girth and square-inches to potentially block floppy dog blasts that are coming from the opposing forwards.
Rule 2: the tournament sponsors can only be urinal cake vendors. A classy sponsor like Gatorade or Nike would really detract from the whole overall soul of the tournament.
Rule 3: the tournament bracket must be made of an odd amount of teams. The sheer confusion about who should be playing who would take the tournament to epic depths...

More to come...

Astonishing your external acoustic meatus

The ebb and flow of personal interests has always been something that snags my attention. Why does this one activity resonate so deeply with some and falls on deaf ears and blind eyes to another? It is commonplace and correct to say that we were created in our diversity to enjoy different qualities and to have an affinity for different activities.

The new interest in my life has been creation. As someone who is not seen as an artist or a large scale creator of any means the tension has been building. Everyone needs a creative outlet to flesh out a piece or part of their spiritual gifts (it helps loosen up the weight on the soul). I know that my spiritual gift has most recently been my fire tongue and the ability to ramble, rant, and regenerate in a New York minute. A true blessing and a curse. The power to harness that spiritual gift is sometimes harder than identifying your gift.

What does it look like to harness the gift for the Kingdom of God? What does it look like to harness your gift for amusement or entertainment? That is the struggle that I waging war with. I have been in the driver's seat blasting out some early days podcasts back like me and my boy Cliff used to when we were buckwheats. Looking for a creative outlet that maybe just someday might pay me to do. Finding the balance to splash about sports, history, politics, and life can be difficult for a 20's something that has taken more attraction in turbos, retro Jordans, and Video Games rather than posting up and reading the Declaration of Independence, brushing up on how bills really make it to the president's desk, and finding a deeper level of meaning to dig my claws in a social injustice.

Stay true, find a way to channel your energy and gifts for God's work, and let the extra-curricular blessings flow.

The Pitch is parading in my mind

Seeing a group of 100 hooligans that hopped the pond for a friendly at JerryWorld was quite the sight. As astonishing as their crooked teeth, buckwheat underarm hair, and barmy stench was, their passion for Chelsea was uncanny. You hear about the tailgating caravans of the SEC but the rowdy brits stood the entire time flippin the bird at everyone who didn't have Chelsea blue on their backs. The Club America fans brought the funk as well with smoke bombs and a melee of aribas from the get go. We wanted to see the shining stars like Drogba, Terry, and Lampard but Chelsea's 2nd tier was just as exciting as U.S. soil. Franco Di Santo was the vision as he involved in all of the scoring action for Chelsea. End of story was the hypnosis of the 60 yard HD screens at JerryWorld netted 2 for Chelsea and nil for club America.. Quality Time.

I have accepted the call to mount up and to choose a EPL team for the upcoming season and even though i have tried to deny the bandwagon a la 95'-97' chi-town bulls i am about to crack. It looks like I ready to join Russ at Stamford Bridge to paint the town blue... Time to cram for the upcoming EPL season...

I am beginning to take pride in being a slow and methodical reader because it allows all my buddies to do the scope and recon work on some of the popular reads out there... Currently tearing thru the Lone Survivor but i have some good potential on the radar as well. Lance and Ninja nation have definitely been some scholarly inspiration.

GiRodeo Out

Life of an Islander...

Most people are showcasing their new baby or new pet but I will present to you neverlanders a glimpse at my gleaming beacon of humanity. Open Seasame...
Ok well maybe that doesn't encompass my state of living or happiness but i will throw up a few pictures that encapsulate my new Nashville livin...

Little stickball eh...
Livin @ the Dell Fortress...

Local shukin and jivin...


Actually I have been loving it up for the most part. Playing basketball after work up at Dell and tearing through the facilities at Lipscomb have kept me busy. Lipscomb is pretty legit and definitely has a ACU feel to it expect it is on a honey i shrunk the kids level in comparison. Vandy football season is rolling in and I already have 2 season tickets so it will be cool to rock some SEC action.


Holla back... hopefully not 3 months later this time.

Packin up the rifle, coonhat, and becoming a volunteer

Santa is already hibernating with momma clause til next year, Dick Clark is one year closer to looking like skeletor, and I am getting shipped out to a foreign planet with tall trees, SEC devotion, and a strong absence of Texas Toast. Yes readers, this alien planet is called Middle Tennessee. After being surrounded by Native Texan narcissists the last 15 years it will be an interesting transition at first. My deduction would lead me to believe that people wont have the state of Tennessee tattooed on their forearms (guaranteeing unemployment), it won't be considered treason to have a beverage other than Lonestar Light, and my local and state political options probably won't be named Kinky. I say bring bring it on...

My hiatus on life is nearing one month now and I have to daily seek motivtion to overcome my sloth like behavior. I keep telling myself that I have 3 weeks until an eternity of labor and i will look back fondly on my xbox 360 skills maturation, wandering travels, and a complete excess of collegiate and minor league sports. We are talking overload on the Austin Icebats (the minor league hockey team for the real minor league hockey team which is a minor league hockey for the Minnesota Wild), the Austin Toros (cross your fingers and maybe Keith Langford will make the Spurs by 2012), Vanderbilt snuck by Tenn-Martin, Nashville Preds got body rocked by the San Jose Sharks, and i feel like the longhorn games i have been to lately have been the only games that they haven't lost (get your game tight rick barnes).

Cade and I went absolutely primal at the IceBats game because it was absolutely bonkers. The goal keepers were both ejected for fighting at center ice, we sat on the glass for 8 buckas a pop, and we taunted the mascot until we received a delightful middle batwing finger. Electricity was in the air, drunk idiots were in the stands, and mucus was slew across the ice. Excellence...

dont blink more to come...

The Sterling Silver Plated Compass

After much deliberation I have decided that I am going to see the Golden Compass over the break with some familia. I plan on watching the Passion of Christ before my viewing of the Golden Compass and then I plan on reading the entire New Testament directly afterwards in a locked closet that will protect from any sinful transgressions that may be pursuing me. Pressing upward and onward...

I was challenged a couple of weeks ago to analyze where I am at in life and to really think about what has happened to others in the same spot that I am at. I guess you could look at it this way... If you are in a classroom at some prestigious academic institution like Abilene Christian University rewind the clock about 50 years and think about how different the class would have been. It is the same classroom, same building, same grounds but almost an entire different world. Imagine analyzing racial and social issues in the 50s or 60s in that very classroom in the administration building. I bet that racial tolerance and understanding was not something that was widely appreciated in little old Abilene, TX.

Think about how different you would be if you grew up in a different era. We take so much pride in who we think we are and what we stand for but what does that say about us if it was all stripped from us by growing up in another age. Would one alliganace to something like a sports team or a game transfer to something like woodwork or ironwork if you grew up in the 1600s instead. Gobble Gobble Gobble who knows.

So my boy st. nick is rolling through and we already have the Santa Tracker 5000 up and operational as he does his final boarding and loading on the newly sponsored Boeing Santa Sleigh that will dashing through the clouds before we know it. Pay the man some respect and toss someone a Merry Christmas and not a happy holidays. Celebrate baby Jesus and St. Nick keeping the Christmas cheer alive.