Cat Poop Coffee

Deep in the jungles of Bali there is a cat. A cat that likes to eat coffee beans. Also in those jungles are people who follow after this cat and pick up the coffee beans after they have passed through the cat’s digestive track and are pooped out. These people take these pooped out beans and sell them to coffee makers who in turn bring them to the United States, advertise them as the most wonderful coffee ever and then are able to sell these pooped out coffee beans all ground up and packaged for $600 a pound.

I’m happy to say I didn’t have to pay any money to taste the most expensive coffee in the world. I brewed a small French press of the cat poop coffee, it had a nutty, earthy smell which seemed like the smell it should have. Normally I drink my coffee with cream and sugar (unlike a real man) but I decided to taste this coffee plain, to enjoy it in the raw.

I have to say, it was very smooth, very flavorful, very good coffee, but not as good as Peet’s (which is much cheaper). I ended up adding a little bit of cream to finish off the cup. So all in all, my review of cat poop coffee is this: good, but not worth $600, no coffee is. But it is better than Folgers!


The Museum of Death

Last weekend my cousin and his girlfriend were in town so I took them down to Hollywood and Beverly Hills. They had looked up some things to do and mentioned the Museum of Death. It was near where we were so we decided to drop by and let me say, this was one of the creepiest places I’ve ever been in my life. I saw death during my time in Africa, it was an everyday, prevalent thing, but this place was different, this place glorified death.

The first room was the serial killer room where there were pictures, letters, and momento’s from their killings. All this stuff is real and has been collected over the years by the museum’s owners. There are some real sicko’s in this world.

The next room was actually kind of interesting. It was set up like a funeral parlor and showed the process of embalming someone and also how autopsy’s are performed. But it smelled strongly of chemicals and we had to pass through quickly.

After that was the hallway of cult killings. They had items from the San Diego suicides, Waco, and Jonestown. There were also rooms dedicated to Charles Manson and the Black Dahlia.

The most disturbing part came at the very end in the last room, which was set up like a theater. There was a video playing that showed people dying. The lady who owned the museum came in while I was standing there and she said, “this is my favorite clip, if I don’t see this clip at least once a day, it’s not a good day.” The clip was of a person jumping from the 16th floor of a burning building and hitting the ground.

It left me thinking, are these people glorifying death because deep down they are actually scared of dying. Scared of the unknown. Or do they look forward to death as a release of this life. I’m not sure which, if either, but I left that place creeped out and a little sad.


I was at the bank yesterday and something interesting happened that I thought I would share. The bank has 3 ATM machines and I walked up to the one on the far right and started to make my transaction. After I entered my pin code the machine said “this ATM cannot dispense cash at the moment” so I cancelled my transaction and went to the middle ATM.

As I was deposting my cash a man started walking up to the ATM on the right and I told him that it wasn’t able to dispense cash. He said “thanks” and went to the ATM on the far left. Another man walked up as I was finishing and went to the ATM on the right and I told him it wasn’t working but that I was almost finished. He said “thanks” and got in line behind me. I walked back in my car and decided to watch to see what he would do if someone walked up to the ATM on the right.

A lady did walk up while he was processing his stuff and I saw him point to the ATM and talk to her so she went and got in line behind him. She then did the same thing to the person that went to that ATM while she was at the middle one. I wondered if this would go on all day as long as someone was at the middle ATM. This got me thinking about trust.

That ATM machine could have been working perfectly fine, yet these people believed what I said and acted accordingly. They trusted me and the people after them trusted them. I wonder how often I simply trust people based on what they say as opposed to checking it out for myself. I think it’s a good thing because it shows that there is good in people in that they still simply trust each other not to lie.

You never know when life will teach you a little lesson, even at the bank.

When Bears Attack

A few years ago I was in Colorado with the African Children’s Choir. We were at a camp just north of Colorado Springs for a few days of rest, but when we first arrived we were warned that there were bears in the area so we had to be cautious, make sure we never left food lying around outside, and were told not to be outside at night.

Our second evening there, we had a talent show competition down in the main assembly area of the camp. It was a big pavilion that was open on one end and had a stage and fire pit inside. We had a nice fire, roasted hot dogs and the kids sang, dance and acted. We laughed and we cried and had a wonderful time, but eventually it was time to go back to our cabins to call it a night, it was starting to get dark.

I had decided to give the kids a scare, so I ran out of the pavilion ahead of the kids and went up the path and hid behind a big bush. As the kids came up the path I growled, then jumped out and shouted, “I’M A BEAR!!!!” They all screamed and started running up the path toward the cabin and then laughed when they realized it was me. I stood there watching them all walk up the path when one of the other adults said, “Adam, don’t move. There’s a bear behind you.” Of course, having just scared the kids I didn’t buy it, I wasn’t going to fall for this, so I turned around and there 20 feet away from me, was a bear.

I didn’t move, I just stood there and looked at it and it looked back at me. It lifted its snout and sniffed the air, checking out my scent. I guess it didn’t smell a threat because after a few seconds it turned and sauntered off into the darkness and a few minutes later we heard it knock over a trash can in the pavilion where we had our talent show.

Myself and the other adults high-tailed it back up the path to our cabin where we locked ourselves inside and were able to laugh about the experience. We didn’t see any more bears throughout that week, but that was the last time I pretended to be one.

If I Had You

It’s the first of February and spring is knocking at my door

So I pack my bags for summer and head home once more

It’s been a long, hard, cold winter here without you

So I pack my bags for summer but I guess spring will do

Cause I don’t know where I’d be if you were here with me

And I don’t know what I’d do if I had you

She said it’s only gonna last for a little while, time will pass and so will I

You’ll be gone before you know it

You walk away from someone’s reflection and they fade away into this great big world like a train riding into the setting sun

I awake up in the city homeless in the streets of my depression, the winter sets in

Hitching across America is not fine for me anymore

The Salt Lake mountains are the backdrop for my melancholy ways

Here the snow is ten feet deep and I can barely see the sky, feel the rain, look upon the sun and see your face

There’s a coldness in my soul that the brightest day could not warm up

I long to see your face, I long to hear your voice

Cause I don’t know where I’d be if you were here with me

And I don’t know what I’d do if I had you