Man, get that corn outta my face

So today I met up with a Cal Poly friend at the Starbucks nearest my house. Naturally, I rode my bike. On the way back, I heard a familiar honking. It was none other than the wandering Mexican corn/snow cone cart.

Naturally, picked me up a couple of these beauties--->

The picture is courtesy some other blog (hint, google images mexican corn mayonnaise chili), but it's authentic!

The nice cart man had a hard time understanding my English, but I eventually got him to whip me up 2 sticks of corn. I got one with chili and one without (for my niece, who I saw like 20 minutes later).

"¿Como se cuentan?" I asked in a very convincing accent.

He did a double take, eyeing me suspiciously as if to say, "ow come joo deed not speak to meet that way earlier?"

But all he did say was, "Three dolors."

So I started riding back home with 2 plates of corn in my left hand. Saw my neighbor, Frank, across the street standing in front of his house, inspecting the people fixing his roof.

Yelled out, "Hey Frank!"

He didn't hear me.

Tried to ring my bell with my right hand (it's on the left side of my handlebars). My palm was muting it. Turned around and tried again.

Was going too fast... lost control... took a spill... but the corn was safe. My knee, skinned... my ankle... it's gonna be sore tomorrow.

He still didn't hear me.

I limped my bike back to my house, cleaned up & patched my knee, and enjoyed my corn. It was worth it.

And now, a piece of quality film:

A cardinal moment

Perhaps its this phase of transition that has me up late at night, sulking in in the nostalgia of memories.

I don't really know what to say--it's almost as if every one of my blogs are exactly the same... just a whole lot of not knowing.

I suppose one thing I can reflect upon is what I've actually striven pretty hard for--to Love people, or "love your neighbor as yourself." I know a big part of love is understanding, so I have tried to step outside of myself so much. But I have done that so much that I don't feel the same nor remember, at times, who I am. I might even go as far to say that I have tried so hard to Love others that I lost site of the commandment that goes just before that: To Love God above all things.

I forget how important that commandment is. You may even say it's almost impossible to "Love neighbor" if you don't know how to Love God. Of course, this is a difficult thing to do... I'm going to leave it at that for now. I'm tired...