Jon Stewart's rally really was amazing...To know that there are that many people who are not taken in by fear from media and do not believe the lies spewed out from extremist pundits, is a good feeling. Jon showed us that he is not a man who takes sides, but is a person that will question everybody (left or right) fairly, and he is trying to teach us to do the same, but also keeping in mind to not chastise that person. Neither the left nor the right is evil...it's just the extremists from either side that cause us to go bananas.
Here was his final speech of the rally. It is worth listening to...I don't care which side you affiliate yourself with. He is not telling us to oppose one another...or that our country needs saving and must find Jesus (like mr. glenn beck)...but instead to be reasonable and compromise with each other.
PLEASE WATCH THIS.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Cj_cY4Tgcs&feature=related
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Rally to Restore Sanity
This weekend I will be in DC to see the Rally to Restore Sanity...hosted by Jon Steward and Stephen Colbert. I really believe it is important that Americans hear what Stewart is trying to get across. This country is so caught up in name-calling and my side vs your side that we really need to calm down and focus on our problems and ourselves. Sure Stewart is looked at as being part of the liberal media but you can tell that he is more of a level-headed person than the beck's and the o'reilly's of this world. He is the only one that calls things like they are and doesn't oversell. There is a reason why he was named the most influential man in America...because he actually looks out for the interests of this country and tries to help...instead of scare.
These are my favorite Stewart moments.
The 9/11 speech...this was the best speech given by absolutely anyone after 9/11.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mqY3_0RSAXY
Jon Stewart appearing on CNN's crossfire and managing to get the show pulled off the air.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFQFB5YpDZE
Jon Stewart tearing up William Kristol on Healthcare.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HpnYvRZ2NxM
Jon Stewart's job is to entertain us...but he takes it a step further and entertains while he is actively trying to fix this country.
These are my favorite Stewart moments.
The 9/11 speech...this was the best speech given by absolutely anyone after 9/11.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mqY3_0RSAXY
Jon Stewart appearing on CNN's crossfire and managing to get the show pulled off the air.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFQFB5YpDZE
Jon Stewart tearing up William Kristol on Healthcare.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HpnYvRZ2NxM
Jon Stewart's job is to entertain us...but he takes it a step further and entertains while he is actively trying to fix this country.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Fall and Winter (poem)
Fall
Shriveled. Cracked; breaking lips
slowly decomposing. Flakes brush
off with fingertips, float to the ground
and become dust; but deep pieces
stay planted until the lower lip folds
back. Once pulled by teeth: blood,
a slicing pain, feels like a nerve
was torn out. And all around me
leaves turn a bright yellow and fall.
Winter
Car windshields glazed with an icy frost.
A forest of ice-tipped trees catch light
and throw it back. A beautiful wood
made of glass.
Clouds slide down through the mountains,
crisp air forces its way in, catching my breath
and invading my lungs. The coercion is refreshing.
*Sorry it's been a while...I've had a difficult time focusing. There are just days when you wake up and you got nothin'.
Shriveled. Cracked; breaking lips
slowly decomposing. Flakes brush
off with fingertips, float to the ground
and become dust; but deep pieces
stay planted until the lower lip folds
back. Once pulled by teeth: blood,
a slicing pain, feels like a nerve
was torn out. And all around me
leaves turn a bright yellow and fall.
Winter
Car windshields glazed with an icy frost.
A forest of ice-tipped trees catch light
and throw it back. A beautiful wood
made of glass.
Clouds slide down through the mountains,
crisp air forces its way in, catching my breath
and invading my lungs. The coercion is refreshing.
*Sorry it's been a while...I've had a difficult time focusing. There are just days when you wake up and you got nothin'.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
The Life and Death of a Snake (poem)
I am a snake, although I try not to be
alluring...eyes permanently fixated
on telling you the story of how you will die.
However poisonous, my tactics are not traditional,
you will not be crushed or swallowed,
injected or paralyzed, by some sort of free-flowing
toxin. My mouth opens but instead of being forked
you are knifed. One of the more human qualities
I possess, wounding with a passionate, invisible,
venom; slowly allowing me to slither in your head
until you die in mine…or until you thump it
with a shovel.
*I was in a special kind of mood today.
alluring...eyes permanently fixated
on telling you the story of how you will die.
However poisonous, my tactics are not traditional,
you will not be crushed or swallowed,
injected or paralyzed, by some sort of free-flowing
toxin. My mouth opens but instead of being forked
you are knifed. One of the more human qualities
I possess, wounding with a passionate, invisible,
venom; slowly allowing me to slither in your head
until you die in mine…or until you thump it
with a shovel.
*I was in a special kind of mood today.
The Crooked Tile, The Destroyed Mosaic (poem)
I am the crooked tile in what could’ve been
art. A small, yet obvious, twist in normalcy.
Once realized, nothing but a degenerative force
shifting the foundations of the groundwork
strewn around. I believed this difference
beautiful: a wonderful wearing on sameness,
eroding the semblance of which we can grow
accustomed. I realize now my coil is a quirk,
curling others, a jerk to ruin a masterpiece.
*As always, let me know what you think. I've also written this one in another form/style...let me know if you want to see it.
art. A small, yet obvious, twist in normalcy.
Once realized, nothing but a degenerative force
shifting the foundations of the groundwork
strewn around. I believed this difference
beautiful: a wonderful wearing on sameness,
eroding the semblance of which we can grow
accustomed. I realize now my coil is a quirk,
curling others, a jerk to ruin a masterpiece.
*As always, let me know what you think. I've also written this one in another form/style...let me know if you want to see it.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
My Favorite Time of Year
Oh, I'm getting excited for the holidays. They are going to be a little different this year because I will be away from home for a chunk of it, but I do plan on being home sometime around Christmas (my favorite holiday).
My family really makes the holidays special. Thanksgiving is one of my favorites because only my family mixes American and Italian cuisine in just the right way. We have our Thanksgiving turkey and our Thanksgiving Lasagna. Equally good. After thanksgiving we immediately put up our Christmas tree, usually the day right after. There is no time to think in between turkeys disappearing and Santa, Rudolph, frosty, and (in the case of my house) Mickey and Winnie the pooh dressed in Christmas garb popping out. Every year I remember my home being decorated to the max, with lights inside and out, wreaths, garland and a tree that must be bigger than anyone else's (because my brother would never have it any other way). Then Christmas eve arrives and my bro and I have to make it through a one hour evening church service...It's like the week of finals you have to go through before a summer vacation. But, Christmas Day arrives and is celebrated with my brother, parents and my grandparents whom I was fortunate enough to live near my whole life.
Every year Christmas was a warm family celebration and something I could always look forward to. Each time I came away with good memories. There are a lot of differences between myself and my family, my parents...but one thing I know I got from them is the importance of being around family. I appreciate my family, even when they aren't around. When I have my own family I know that Christmas, among many other things, is going to be done right.
This year I want movies, a nikon dslr, a gretsch guitar or a healthy sum of money would be nice...little baby jesus knows my grad school applications aren't gonna buy themselves.
<3 everybody.
My family really makes the holidays special. Thanksgiving is one of my favorites because only my family mixes American and Italian cuisine in just the right way. We have our Thanksgiving turkey and our Thanksgiving Lasagna. Equally good. After thanksgiving we immediately put up our Christmas tree, usually the day right after. There is no time to think in between turkeys disappearing and Santa, Rudolph, frosty, and (in the case of my house) Mickey and Winnie the pooh dressed in Christmas garb popping out. Every year I remember my home being decorated to the max, with lights inside and out, wreaths, garland and a tree that must be bigger than anyone else's (because my brother would never have it any other way). Then Christmas eve arrives and my bro and I have to make it through a one hour evening church service...It's like the week of finals you have to go through before a summer vacation. But, Christmas Day arrives and is celebrated with my brother, parents and my grandparents whom I was fortunate enough to live near my whole life.
Every year Christmas was a warm family celebration and something I could always look forward to. Each time I came away with good memories. There are a lot of differences between myself and my family, my parents...but one thing I know I got from them is the importance of being around family. I appreciate my family, even when they aren't around. When I have my own family I know that Christmas, among many other things, is going to be done right.
This year I want movies, a nikon dslr, a gretsch guitar or a healthy sum of money would be nice...little baby jesus knows my grad school applications aren't gonna buy themselves.
<3 everybody.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Cool Enough (poem)
A rigid night makes us all look like smokers;
the short drags of thin air collecting and tiring
us. Causing coughing bouts. But not me.
I took my time, slowly sauntering away,
my destination: a movie, two lovely ladies
and my smooth path glistening with slippery
smooth ice.
Arriving when I did was key; still early but
more late than my company. I took the long
way around, so she (one in particular of the two)
would see my approach. That slow saunter,
the cool, collective puffs, and of course my
glistening path.
Dressed to impress, my new long black overcoat
draped dashingly down, fluttering flatteringly
around me. And as my journey came to an end
I reached the portal of that glistening path,
my boot slid, slippery smooth, out and up.
Never in my life have I prayed, but in that moment
my mind sent a message to God to be vertical.
the short drags of thin air collecting and tiring
us. Causing coughing bouts. But not me.
I took my time, slowly sauntering away,
my destination: a movie, two lovely ladies
and my smooth path glistening with slippery
smooth ice.
Arriving when I did was key; still early but
more late than my company. I took the long
way around, so she (one in particular of the two)
would see my approach. That slow saunter,
the cool, collective puffs, and of course my
glistening path.
Dressed to impress, my new long black overcoat
draped dashingly down, fluttering flatteringly
around me. And as my journey came to an end
I reached the portal of that glistening path,
my boot slid, slippery smooth, out and up.
Never in my life have I prayed, but in that moment
my mind sent a message to God to be vertical.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Happiness, Sadness and Mischievousness (poem)
Smile
Creases at the corners of your lips let me know how colorful your face can get, and it’s warming that I’m able to distinguish between an honest formation, caused by my own words of thoughtful truth, and a moment captured when you are saying cheese.
The Camera
To look through the lens is sometimes difficult. Focus on the tragedy. One hundred stills of awful lawlessness. One thousand stiff with rigor mortis. One relatively inexpensive tool capturing it all to digital memory. One day something will find a lost culture, and won’t have to wonder why.
Ascension
Rise up. To an occasion. That moment of self-realization where, upon recognizing the garbled nonsense dripping from an antagonist’s mouth, you know of your capabilities to abscond from frivolous argumentation and leave, quietly letting your footsteps do the talking. But, fuck you, douche bag is just so much fun to say.
*I'm really trying to explore new worlds in the form of style and content with my poetry...I've never seen a poem written like this before, so I thought, why not. It was fun to write, and I enjoyed creating the story that only this style could tell.
Creases at the corners of your lips let me know how colorful your face can get, and it’s warming that I’m able to distinguish between an honest formation, caused by my own words of thoughtful truth, and a moment captured when you are saying cheese.
The Camera
To look through the lens is sometimes difficult. Focus on the tragedy. One hundred stills of awful lawlessness. One thousand stiff with rigor mortis. One relatively inexpensive tool capturing it all to digital memory. One day something will find a lost culture, and won’t have to wonder why.
Ascension
Rise up. To an occasion. That moment of self-realization where, upon recognizing the garbled nonsense dripping from an antagonist’s mouth, you know of your capabilities to abscond from frivolous argumentation and leave, quietly letting your footsteps do the talking. But, fuck you, douche bag is just so much fun to say.
*I'm really trying to explore new worlds in the form of style and content with my poetry...I've never seen a poem written like this before, so I thought, why not. It was fun to write, and I enjoyed creating the story that only this style could tell.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
What Music am I Listening to?
As many of my friends and family know I have a few musicians that I love and I listen to often. Right now some of their songs are stuck in my head. I hope that some of you actually listen to and watch these videos...especially if you aren't familiar with the songs and their lyrics. They are all great.
1. First off Brandon Flowers...I love The Killers but I really think his best music is in his new solo album Flamingo. He is one of the most poetic lyricists I've ever enjoyed listening to. This is his new single from his new album. Only The Young.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TiEADQhTtIA&ob=av2n
2. I've really been listening to Coldplay more and more, and I personally think that their song Fix You is the most beautiful love song. It's honest. It recognizes the shakiness in love and how you have to have the strength to get through those patches.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aeEEFKeGcTc&feature=related
3. And what the hell kind of list would this be if I didn't put U2 on it. Where the Streets Have No Name. I'm not the type of person that is easily touched by music. It takes something really special for my life to change after hearing a song...and I think this is the only song that has ever really changed me and I'll tell you how. This is a song that preaches love in all of its glorious abstraction. From the one on one to the collective mass of mankind. I've been to A LOT of concerts and seen many many bands...there are very few that you can really tell enjoy what they are doing and actually know that they have something to teach you. When you go to a concert lots of things can get you aggravated: traffic, people crowding you, people on top of you, how hot things can get, how expensive shit is...When this song plays live all of these anxieties that I have go away because it is so hard for me to not feel compassion for the person next to me.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eKC5qKTeJ9k&feature=fvst
1. First off Brandon Flowers...I love The Killers but I really think his best music is in his new solo album Flamingo. He is one of the most poetic lyricists I've ever enjoyed listening to. This is his new single from his new album. Only The Young.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TiEADQhTtIA&ob=av2n
2. I've really been listening to Coldplay more and more, and I personally think that their song Fix You is the most beautiful love song. It's honest. It recognizes the shakiness in love and how you have to have the strength to get through those patches.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aeEEFKeGcTc&feature=related
3. And what the hell kind of list would this be if I didn't put U2 on it. Where the Streets Have No Name. I'm not the type of person that is easily touched by music. It takes something really special for my life to change after hearing a song...and I think this is the only song that has ever really changed me and I'll tell you how. This is a song that preaches love in all of its glorious abstraction. From the one on one to the collective mass of mankind. I've been to A LOT of concerts and seen many many bands...there are very few that you can really tell enjoy what they are doing and actually know that they have something to teach you. When you go to a concert lots of things can get you aggravated: traffic, people crowding you, people on top of you, how hot things can get, how expensive shit is...When this song plays live all of these anxieties that I have go away because it is so hard for me to not feel compassion for the person next to me.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eKC5qKTeJ9k&feature=fvst
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