I just don't say them most of the time. Because I know I am horrendously misinformed, and I try to avoid sounding like a moron. (Though it seems inevitable at times).
However,
I think its hilarious when I see John McCain running on television. You are 71 years old, sir. Jogging to the plane is not going to convince anyone that you are NOT an old man.
Please view-
http://www.thedailyshow.com/video/index.jhtml?videoId=170162&title=indecision-2008-full-release
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
This I need to cry for,
I feel like my heart just broke.
None of it. No wooden frames. No beaded necklaces. No T-shirts.
I don't know what summer looks like from here. I don't know what ground I'm standing on.
I wish someone could see me now.
I wish someone would explain to me why when the worst of the storm was over, I was just struck by a lightning bolt Zeus would be amazed by.
I wish someone would find the reason in the rhyme.
None of it. No wooden frames. No beaded necklaces. No T-shirts.
I don't know what summer looks like from here. I don't know what ground I'm standing on.
I wish someone could see me now.
I wish someone would explain to me why when the worst of the storm was over, I was just struck by a lightning bolt Zeus would be amazed by.
I wish someone would find the reason in the rhyme.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
If I could simply repeat a thought,
I am feeling disconnected and at the same time, I have no idea what I am feeling.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Simply the thoughts,
I wish I could write a beautiful story. My beautiful story would be about a girl who was entirely too innocent. She could see the consequences of her actions before they were made. But she could not stop herself. Some nights she would lie in bed and hop back and forth in time. She would revisit her moments of decision and then she would leap ahead and she would see the conclusion of her life.
It would all become too much some nights. She would just remain still and cry.
It would all become too much some nights. She would just remain still and cry.
On why they're incredibly significant,
My family is interesting. My family is large.
I am not going to claim to have one of the biggest families in the world, but we're on the bigger side. We also have very big personalities so that makes it even worse. I also tend to label everyone as a 'cousin', even if we're only distantly related.
However, I do have four of the greatest cousins of all time.
On my father's side of the family I have an aunt and an uncle. Between the years of 1988 and 1998, seven girls were born. My grandmother treats us like her greatest accomplishments.
Only since going to school have I realized that my identity as one of a septuplet is unique.
So this is dedicated to my cousins. My cousins who make up the greatest part of my life.
Friday, May 16, 2008
In which I remember HOME,
I will be the first to admit that I did not want to come home this summer. In an ideal world my school would let all of its students stay on campus. They would give us meaningless trivial jobs and pay us to do them. Then all day long we would lay out on the quad, play Frisbee and watch movies.
In all honesty, that would be lovely. It would be amazing to spend my summers that way, enjoying the Houghton I see so little of at school. That's what I thought I wanted more than anything else two weeks ago. I took great pains to fight this summer as hard as I possibly could.
But sometime between then and now my mindset has changed. School and home for me are two different worlds which don't overlap much at all. So I was afraid to leave the comfort I had built up. But I am glad I did.
Because there is something about my life in Staten Island that I love.
I forget that every time I go back to school. I forget exactly how good a slice of pizza tastes here. I forget that I love driving on Forest Hill road at midnight with my music far too loud. I forget that I love having friends who have seen my bad times, and disregard it. I love that my friends and I have to travel to see each other, it makes it more genuine. I love that we have an entire city at our disposal and we haunt the same half a dozen places. I love that my cousin had about four free iced coffees today. I love that I could be at the beach tomorrow, or in a museum, or in Sarah's house, and I won't know until I wake up.
I love spontaneity and that is something that is vibrant and thriving here.
I love that my friendships are not predictable and that I have truly no idea what to expect from this summer.
Its true that had my fantasy worked out, and I could have remained at school, I would be having a fantastic time. Because my life there is beautiful.
However, my life here is far less comfortable and far more exciting. I have felt the urge to stretch my legs for awhile now, and I am glad the time has come.
In all honesty, that would be lovely. It would be amazing to spend my summers that way, enjoying the Houghton I see so little of at school. That's what I thought I wanted more than anything else two weeks ago. I took great pains to fight this summer as hard as I possibly could.
But sometime between then and now my mindset has changed. School and home for me are two different worlds which don't overlap much at all. So I was afraid to leave the comfort I had built up. But I am glad I did.
Because there is something about my life in Staten Island that I love.
I forget that every time I go back to school. I forget exactly how good a slice of pizza tastes here. I forget that I love driving on Forest Hill road at midnight with my music far too loud. I forget that I love having friends who have seen my bad times, and disregard it. I love that my friends and I have to travel to see each other, it makes it more genuine. I love that we have an entire city at our disposal and we haunt the same half a dozen places. I love that my cousin had about four free iced coffees today. I love that I could be at the beach tomorrow, or in a museum, or in Sarah's house, and I won't know until I wake up.
I love spontaneity and that is something that is vibrant and thriving here.
I love that my friendships are not predictable and that I have truly no idea what to expect from this summer.
Its true that had my fantasy worked out, and I could have remained at school, I would be having a fantastic time. Because my life there is beautiful.
However, my life here is far less comfortable and far more exciting. I have felt the urge to stretch my legs for awhile now, and I am glad the time has come.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
As long as I'm on the subject,
This is my favorite thing that the Advance has ever reported,
Saturday, June 30, 2007
By GLENN NYBACK
STATEN ISLAND ADVANCE
STATEN ISLAND, N.Y. -- A peacock had to be put down after being cruelly beaten and kicked outside a Tottenville fast-food restaurant Thursday morning, and its assailant is still on the loose.
Witnesses said a man in his late teens or early 20s grabbed the helpless bird by its neck, struck it repeatedly with a baseball bat and kicked it in a Burger King parking lot on Page Avenue.
He then jumped onto the hood of a car and threw the peacock to the ground before running off when he saw police.
"He said 'I'm killing a vampire,'" said Felicia Finnegan, 19, who works at the Burger King and had been feeding bread to the peacock in the parking lot just after 7:30 a.m.
Miss Finnegan had gone out to look at the bird, an uncommon sight on Staten Island.
Shortly after going back into the restaurant, she heard the man screaming and saw him rip off his shirt before stepping on and kicking the bird.
"He was really beating it. I just think it was sick and demented. He shouldn't be walking around on the street," said Miss Finnegan.
The peacock never had a chance.
"We brought it back to our care center on [Veterans Road] but the injuries were so extreme, we had to put the animal down for humane reasons," said Richard Gentles, a spokesman for Animal Care & Control of New York City. "He was beaten so severely that some of the feathers fell out at the scene and others fell out at the care center. It's a horrible, horrible situation."
Miss Finnegan's mother, Sandra, said her daughter was hysterical after the brutal incident.
"What if somebody is walking around with a baby ... and he thinks it's a vampire in a stroller?" she asked. "It's horrible. I'm just amazed that it went on."
The beauteous bird's presence in Tottenville was explained by George Burke of Prince's Bay, who has raised peacocks for several years and gave some to a Tottenville resident a few years ago. He was appalled when told what happened.
"What's wrong with parents who let kids turn into [expletive] like that?" he asked. "I think the kid needs a little bit of psychological evaluation. Oh, what a shame."
Saturday, June 30, 2007
By GLENN NYBACK
STATEN ISLAND ADVANCE
STATEN ISLAND, N.Y. -- A peacock had to be put down after being cruelly beaten and kicked outside a Tottenville fast-food restaurant Thursday morning, and its assailant is still on the loose.
Witnesses said a man in his late teens or early 20s grabbed the helpless bird by its neck, struck it repeatedly with a baseball bat and kicked it in a Burger King parking lot on Page Avenue.
He then jumped onto the hood of a car and threw the peacock to the ground before running off when he saw police.
"He said 'I'm killing a vampire,'" said Felicia Finnegan, 19, who works at the Burger King and had been feeding bread to the peacock in the parking lot just after 7:30 a.m.
Miss Finnegan had gone out to look at the bird, an uncommon sight on Staten Island.
Shortly after going back into the restaurant, she heard the man screaming and saw him rip off his shirt before stepping on and kicking the bird.
"He was really beating it. I just think it was sick and demented. He shouldn't be walking around on the street," said Miss Finnegan.
The peacock never had a chance.
"We brought it back to our care center on [Veterans Road] but the injuries were so extreme, we had to put the animal down for humane reasons," said Richard Gentles, a spokesman for Animal Care & Control of New York City. "He was beaten so severely that some of the feathers fell out at the scene and others fell out at the care center. It's a horrible, horrible situation."
Miss Finnegan's mother, Sandra, said her daughter was hysterical after the brutal incident.
"What if somebody is walking around with a baby ... and he thinks it's a vampire in a stroller?" she asked. "It's horrible. I'm just amazed that it went on."
The beauteous bird's presence in Tottenville was explained by George Burke of Prince's Bay, who has raised peacocks for several years and gave some to a Tottenville resident a few years ago. He was appalled when told what happened.
"What's wrong with parents who let kids turn into [expletive] like that?" he asked. "I think the kid needs a little bit of psychological evaluation. Oh, what a shame."
The Staten Island Advance Strikes Again,
HIGH SCHOOL GIRLS' SOCCER
Fight shuts down Pirates and Falcons
Wagner coach Rago pulls team off field midway through second half with Tottenville leading, 2-0
Tuesday, May 13, 2008 ADVANCE STAFF WRITER
By KEVIN FLOOD
STATEN ISLAND, N.Y. -- For 63 minutes it was one of the best-played soccer games of the season, but all that effort by both teams went by the wayside when a multi-player fistfight broke out last night at Tottenville HS in Huguenot.
The host Pirates (second in the Island standings) held a 1-0 lead over third-place Susan Wagner at the 63-minute mark when Crystal Maialo took the ball down the left sideline and fired a pass to Kaitlyn Regan who was streaking toward the top of the box.
The freshman fired a 20-yarder into the lower left corner for a 2-0 lead, and that's when things got out of control. Maialo was running from behind the net to congratulate Regan when she was tripped by, or accidentally collided with Wagner's Valerie Incontrera. Each side offered contrary accounts of that detail. Maialo jumped to her feet, charged Incontrera, and started firing punches.
After the refs broke up the fracas, red cards were issued to Maialo and Incontrera as well as to Erica Bettini of Wagner.
"It's a shame it came to this," said SW coach Carleen Rago. "It was a terrific game and my girls were playing better than they have all year. I felt the whole thing started over an accidental collision, and when the refs met with us coaches, it was my decision to take my team off the field."
The altercation was a lose-lose situation for both teams as a decision on the outcome of the game will be made today by PSAL soccer commissioner Will Stasiuk.
"It was a very unfortunate incident," said Tottenville coach George Kaplan. "I've always taught my girls that if something like that happens, they are to go in the opposite direction and not get involved. It spoiled what was a terrific game."
Wagner had three opportunities to break the scoreless tie in the first half but a shot by Natalie Tombasco was stuffed at the goal-mouth, Jenna Smith fired just wide left from 20-yards out and Lisa Keevill had a 15-yarded stopped by Tot goaltender Veronica Bulger.
At the other end Wagner sweeper Samantha Malec led a stingy defense that held the Pirates to five shots on goal as the half ended without either team registering a goal.
Two minutes into the second half Wagner goalkeeper Maggie Studsrud was injured in a collision in front of the net and had to leave with a bloody nose.
Just 14 minutes later Maialo charged down the left wing and fired a 15-yarder just inside the left post to give the Tots a 1-0 advantage.
Minutes later the craziness began.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
The idea,
The mere idea, of making coffee right now, just to work up the energy to unpack seems ridiculous. Yet I have a feeling, if it isn't done now, it will be a very long time.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Written [2007]
How many times must something be denied before it shifts and changes into something else?
For growth is the way of the world. Moments are not stagnant and the world shows us this. Even the cocoon, which seems to stand still in the roaring river of time, releases a beauty that proves this all wrong.
So what about feelings?
Feelings that rear their head in the dim slanted light of summer. Feelings that creep in like the warmth. Feelings that are never noticed because at the time, your heart is being kept in an envelope of joy.
Its always significantly later that you'll notice any real difference. The cold will have been leaking into your bones for months when all of a sudden a cloud will pass over the sun. For mere seconds, and you will come through your front door just as an orange diamond lands on the carpet of your stairs.
You can't help it, and you recall warm breezes and pieces of pizza. You recall midnight rides and loud music. You recall slanted smiles.
Somehow, between then and now something that hadn't been properly packed away has been allowed to grow. How long before they die? Because just like a cocoon, emotions cannot remain stagnant.
The world is full of hearts calling out to other hearts unanswered.
The world is full of people staring at other people's hands. Afraid to reach out. Afraid to shatter the thin glass that connects one person to another. Afraid that by wishing to draw one person closer, they will tip the scales in the wrong direction and never find their way back.
So with arms outstretched they hold back the tides. They could strive toward something better, but the possibility of something worse is too big a battle.
So we stare at each other's hands as long as we know their eyes are elsewhere. We try to remember the smiles and forget the frowns that hide so closely behind them.
For growth is the way of the world. Moments are not stagnant and the world shows us this. Even the cocoon, which seems to stand still in the roaring river of time, releases a beauty that proves this all wrong.
So what about feelings?
Feelings that rear their head in the dim slanted light of summer. Feelings that creep in like the warmth. Feelings that are never noticed because at the time, your heart is being kept in an envelope of joy.
Its always significantly later that you'll notice any real difference. The cold will have been leaking into your bones for months when all of a sudden a cloud will pass over the sun. For mere seconds, and you will come through your front door just as an orange diamond lands on the carpet of your stairs.
You can't help it, and you recall warm breezes and pieces of pizza. You recall midnight rides and loud music. You recall slanted smiles.
Somehow, between then and now something that hadn't been properly packed away has been allowed to grow. How long before they die? Because just like a cocoon, emotions cannot remain stagnant.
The world is full of hearts calling out to other hearts unanswered.
The world is full of people staring at other people's hands. Afraid to reach out. Afraid to shatter the thin glass that connects one person to another. Afraid that by wishing to draw one person closer, they will tip the scales in the wrong direction and never find their way back.
So with arms outstretched they hold back the tides. They could strive toward something better, but the possibility of something worse is too big a battle.
So we stare at each other's hands as long as we know their eyes are elsewhere. We try to remember the smiles and forget the frowns that hide so closely behind them.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Lindsay and Sarah - Summer of 2008 PLANS
[*Has 'escapades' in title]
1. Get a job = $
2. Become bronzed goddesses (beach)
3. Governor's island
(a) Bike Riding
(b) Picnic
(c) Concerts
4. 6 Flags
5. Manhattan Escapades*
(a) Too many to list
6. Cruise around blasting music Providing Staten Island with a musical education
7. Eat
8. Read the Strand 80
9. Seaview
10. Brooklyn Escapades
11. Learn new activities (Such as sewing our own clothes)
12. Museums
13. Attend a wizard Rock concert
14. Vintage Store Hopping
15. Marie Belles Hot Chocolate
16. Visit them folk in New Hampshire
17. Join Guerrilla Poetry Squad
18. Find Demetri Martin. Stalk Demetri Martin.
19. Stage door
20. Toilet paper Mike's car
(a) Dress in sneaky black clothes
21. Tuscarora, homes.
22. Life Cafe!
(a) Viva la vie Bohemme!
23. Prepare ourselves for Rent's departure
24. Commit a crime
25. Do something to better humanity
(a) (This is to counter the havoc caused by #24)
26. Eat sushi and edamame
27. SEE PLAYS
28. Make new friends
29. Attend a release party
30. Deck party
31. Play games - new and old
32. Movie nights
33. Go out and about in absurd outfits
34. Ambush/kidnap someone
35. Find an $8.98 sale at Steve and Barry's
36. Watch all of Lost
37. Haggle street vendor till they cry
38. Convince total stranger to give us something
39. Bonfire (with marshmallows)
40. PNC lawn seats
41. Make tie-dye shirts
42. Attend a parade
43. Throw a party
44. Crash a party
45. Swim in something that is not a pool or ocean
46. Have 700 sleepovers in obscene places
47. Celebrate free coffee day even if its not free coffee day
48. Document every activity in photographic form
49. Stalk Ashton Kutcher
50. Pick one day to dedicate wholly to movie watching
51. Form a band using homemade instruments
52. Monopolize DDR machine at Funstation and suck at it
53. Go on lots of walks and even get lost a few times
54. Join the Everything Goes cult
55. Arts and Crafts!
56. Have the world's greatest Wacky Wednesday costumes (as always)
57. Make and Oscar worthy movie
58. NOT kill someone
59. Yell inappropriate things out of some window
60. Keep up with the Kardashians
61. Cook something, maybe
62. D.A.N.C.E. A LOT
63. Prepare Lindsay for London
1. Get a job = $
2. Become bronzed goddesses (beach)
3. Governor's island
(a) Bike Riding
(b) Picnic
(c) Concerts
4. 6 Flags
5. Manhattan Escapades*
(a) Too many to list
6. Cruise around blasting music Providing Staten Island with a musical education
7. Eat
8. Read the Strand 80
9. Seaview
10. Brooklyn Escapades
11. Learn new activities (Such as sewing our own clothes)
12. Museums
13. Attend a wizard Rock concert
14. Vintage Store Hopping
15. Marie Belles Hot Chocolate
16. Visit them folk in New Hampshire
17. Join Guerrilla Poetry Squad
18. Find Demetri Martin. Stalk Demetri Martin.
19. Stage door
20. Toilet paper Mike's car
(a) Dress in sneaky black clothes
21. Tuscarora, homes.
22. Life Cafe!
(a) Viva la vie Bohemme!
23. Prepare ourselves for Rent's departure
24. Commit a crime
25. Do something to better humanity
(a) (This is to counter the havoc caused by #24)
26. Eat sushi and edamame
27. SEE PLAYS
28. Make new friends
29. Attend a release party
30. Deck party
31. Play games - new and old
32. Movie nights
33. Go out and about in absurd outfits
34. Ambush/kidnap someone
35. Find an $8.98 sale at Steve and Barry's
36. Watch all of Lost
37. Haggle street vendor till they cry
38. Convince total stranger to give us something
39. Bonfire (with marshmallows)
40. PNC lawn seats
41. Make tie-dye shirts
42. Attend a parade
43. Throw a party
44. Crash a party
45. Swim in something that is not a pool or ocean
46. Have 700 sleepovers in obscene places
47. Celebrate free coffee day even if its not free coffee day
48. Document every activity in photographic form
49. Stalk Ashton Kutcher
50. Pick one day to dedicate wholly to movie watching
51. Form a band using homemade instruments
52. Monopolize DDR machine at Funstation and suck at it
53. Go on lots of walks and even get lost a few times
54. Join the Everything Goes cult
55. Arts and Crafts!
56. Have the world's greatest Wacky Wednesday costumes (as always)
57. Make and Oscar worthy movie
58. NOT kill someone
59. Yell inappropriate things out of some window
60. Keep up with the Kardashians
61. Cook something, maybe
62. D.A.N.C.E. A LOT
63. Prepare Lindsay for London
Friday, May 9, 2008
'Twould be an interesting experience,
and I think I may try it.
I may try limiting myself to the bare minimum. I am unpacking and I am astounded by the sheer amount of stuff I have. Things I am clinging to for no real reason. I have a drawer full of birthday cards reaching back to my twelfth birthday.
I am apparently a hoarder. I had no idea.
I have three trash bags full of clothes and pictures and notes from high school. I think I was saving them so I could one day look back on a perfect Polaroid of my life then, but do I need it?
I may try limiting myself to the bare minimum. I am unpacking and I am astounded by the sheer amount of stuff I have. Things I am clinging to for no real reason. I have a drawer full of birthday cards reaching back to my twelfth birthday.
I am apparently a hoarder. I had no idea.
I have three trash bags full of clothes and pictures and notes from high school. I think I was saving them so I could one day look back on a perfect Polaroid of my life then, but do I need it?
Thursday, May 8, 2008
A Book Found Me Today,
That is the only way I can describe it.
It went like this. I was in the back of the Strand bookstore, carrying on a conversation with Caitlin and hunched over one of the discount racks. I had just passed a hardcover copy of The Lovely Bones, when I stood up and began to move toward the next shelf.
It happened then.
I glanced down to look at the next book shelf, I looked up at the information desk, and looked down again and the book was sitting next to my hand, which was just resting on the top of a thick anthology.
The book is terribly ugly. Its purple and yellow and stuck in the eighties. The book is Letters to a Young Poet and it found me. I know it the way you know its your father who opens the door in the late afternoon. I know it because in the introduction the writer talks about how his copy of Letters to a Young Poet found him.
The book fit comfortably in the palm of my hand and I read it as Caitlin, Heather, Emily and I rode the trains all afternoon. I know from the words I have read so far that this copy of this book is going to be read a lot. I like the character of the water marks on the bottom of the page and they tell me that this book will travel places and touch people.
I am glad that on May 8, 2008 it found me.
It went like this. I was in the back of the Strand bookstore, carrying on a conversation with Caitlin and hunched over one of the discount racks. I had just passed a hardcover copy of The Lovely Bones, when I stood up and began to move toward the next shelf.
It happened then.
I glanced down to look at the next book shelf, I looked up at the information desk, and looked down again and the book was sitting next to my hand, which was just resting on the top of a thick anthology.
The book is terribly ugly. Its purple and yellow and stuck in the eighties. The book is Letters to a Young Poet and it found me. I know it the way you know its your father who opens the door in the late afternoon. I know it because in the introduction the writer talks about how his copy of Letters to a Young Poet found him.
The book fit comfortably in the palm of my hand and I read it as Caitlin, Heather, Emily and I rode the trains all afternoon. I know from the words I have read so far that this copy of this book is going to be read a lot. I like the character of the water marks on the bottom of the page and they tell me that this book will travel places and touch people.
I am glad that on May 8, 2008 it found me.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Also, if someone could answer this question for me, I would appreciate,
How exactly does my professor expect me to write a paper on the current culture of London when all the books in the library were published in 1964?
I suppose in the end that this, like many others, is a question I will just have to accept not knowing the answer to. It is a question that college has actually supplied me with, rather than answering.
It's actually part of a set which includes, 'Why can't I cite wikipedia when you and I both know it's the only real source in this paper?' and 'Why can half of Europe be on the same currency, but my school uses MLA, APA, and Chicago style citation?'
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