What McDonalds Means to Me.

The Golden Archs symbolize the collosle machine known as McDonalds. If you go anywhere, even most thirdworld countries, and ask the people what the Arches mean, they will know. A study was conducted in the movie Supersize Me that showed that children below the age of five knew the McDonalds symbol even better than they knew what Jesus looked like. Those arches are every where. It is no longer just on a sign high above the trees at every exit on a road trip, but also in our home, our tv, our school. I choose this icon because a friend pointed it out to me and ever since then i have been seeing it everywhere. I saw it in my house on a cup we were using at the dinner table. I saw it on a girls whatch. I even saw it on the six o'clock news (not a comercial but on the screen). For many those icons mean a quick, easy, tasty meal. But under it all, arches stand for safety, support, strength, and importance. These values might not be the first thing you think of about McDonalds, but they are there subtly.

Today in class a special quote caught my attention in the story "Parker's Back." At first I passed it up and never gave it a second thought. When we read it in class and i thought about it I was cought in thought and spaced out for several minutes. My mind raced with the possibilities and the chances and hundreds of questions raced through my head like planes leaving a busy airport, flying all in different places and each carying passangers that leave for another trip once they reach their destination, many times landing in intersecting paths with others. This created a wed of thought that soon lost me so deep that I came back to reality in a daze. The question that sent me into this state was; "It was as if a blind boy had been turned so gently in a different direction that he did not know his destination had been changed." These are the questions that I loose myself in and I find to be thought changing. I live for the feeling of becoming lost in the infinate possibilities of paths and choises. Questions, like the ones this quote arises, can't be answered or written. The thought process can't be put to paper or even words. Every time I read a qoute or see something that provokes this kind of thought sea, I feel like a horse that has been cramped in a stable is set free to gallop endlessly on a beach. But reluctantly I come back to reality, I do have class.