| Dead Poets |
[Apr. 23rd, 2007|12:04 pm] |
I've started a poetry society at my house. Inspired from the movie Dead Poets Society.
It's been every tuesday at 9:30 p.m. at my apartment, and you are all welcome to come.
Wine. Food. People. Music. Poetry.
Although, it's not limited to poetry.
You can bring poetry you have written, someone else has written, lyrics, music, dance, artwork, or even just an idea to talk about.
I recommend you come out, it's pretty fun. |
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| r.i.p. Tartag |
[Mar. 1st, 2007|07:59 pm] |
today was the funeral. and i haven't cried this much in a long time.
i hardly even knew him in high school, although he came into the bagel shop with his mom once or twice.
it's interesting how much one person can touch so many people. even people he barely knew.
the church was packed. and everyone was crying. sometimes i couldn't even hear the eulogies because of all the sniffling.
hoff.
garmen.
price.
...all spoke. and with so much passion.
i'm pretty positive that hoff is one of the coolest people ever, garmen has one of the biggest hearts, and price is incredible in front of a crowd and extremely creative.
Matt was going to graduate summa cum laude, in less than a semester.
Matt was going to major in nuclear engineering at the university of michigan.
Matt was one of the biggest christians i ever knew.
Matt had a huge heart.
Matt was in love.
in fact, when he died there was a message written less than an hour before the accident, on his hand, from his girlfriend. "i love you."
...little did she know that her small ink drawing would be his last.
...little did she know she was writing his last testament of his love for his family/friends, as a message, with an ink pen, on his hand.
i can't imagine loosing someone that i was in love with. at such a young age.
at the time in his life when the world was supposed to be opening their doors to his young, maturing life. it ends.
i know this sounds cliché, but i really wish i knew Matt Tartaglia better. i with i knew a lot of people better.
it's depressing to realize there are so many people in this world. so many lives worth remembering. so many people worth getting to know. and yet, out of the six billions people in this world, you won't even get a chance to meet a percent of them. and most of them you will either never see them again, or never remember then within years to come.
i can only hope that i can live my life as a life worth remembering, worth getting to know.
i can only hope that i will take to the time to meet as many people as my life will allow.
i can only hope that i can remember every face, every name, every moment of my life.
although knowing my memory... i sometimes forget my own name. |
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| death. |
[Feb. 27th, 2007|08:04 pm] |
"A Mattawan High School senior was killed Saturday in a crash involving three vehicles on Red Arrow Highway in Van Buren County.
Matthew J. Tartaglia, 18, died after he was involved in an accident on Red Arrow Highway near County Road 657 at about 4:40 p.m. Saturday, police said. (...) Tartaglia was driving a 1991 Chevrolet Blazer east on Red Arrow when he crossed the center line and sideswiped a 2003 Ford Explorer, according to the Van Buren County Sheriff's Office. The impact turned the Mattawan student's sport utility vehicle sideways and into the westbound lane, where it was broadsided by a 2007 Subaru Tribeca driven by 38-year-old Tracy Laine-Iagnocco, of Kalamazoo.
Tartaglia died later at LakeView Community Hospital in Paw Paw." |
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[May. 31st, 2006|02:45 pm] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | James Taylor - Baby Buffalo | ] |
I was looking through my favorite books when writing that last entry, and a poem that I had written a while ago fell out. I found a random livejournal entry about a breakup between two people I did not know. I wanted to write a poem, but didn't have anything that I felt I needed to say, so I used someone else's heartfelt story. Anyways, I like the poem, so I thought I would share it with you. There is no real rhyme scheme, so I don't even know if it qualifies as poetry, maybe slam?
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Looking over the words scribbled on the paper while I was in love.
I'm. Still. In. Love.
I know for a fact that I've never felt this way towards anyone. It's a good feeling.
A feeling where I look out for him.
Care for him.
My best friend.
Two souls bridged, two hearts connected.
He helped me realize a lot about me, what little he told me about his earlier life I will never forget.
But this new feeling that's washed up over my whole body, a powerful wave drowning me.
It is the worst I've ever had in my life.
And I know if I ever do pick up the pieces, the pictures will never look the same.
I still think about sitting on his lap on the porch during the thunderstorm with tea.
He changed me for the better.
I am harder on the surface, but still fragile on the inside, more than ever before.
I made my life revolving around his, but what good is that when you are four hours away and neither of you take out the time to bring it closer. Bring me closer.
It was fate that brought us together, but it was neither fate nor destiny that pulled us apart.
It's got me on my knees in a bathroom praying to a god I don't even believe in.
I don't believe in you.
Im. Still. In. Love.
And you said in different ways, goodbye.
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I'm thinking about turning into a song, maybe it could be my debut for the many-a-bars I will hopefully sing my guts out too. We'll see. |
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| Update, much needed. |
[May. 31st, 2006|02:15 pm] |
I have been extremely happy lately, life is full of bliss.
My daddy wants me to get better at guitar and play at bars for petty cash, I think this is a good idea.
Me, Laura and Tyler went out to coffee today and then took a tour of the Winery. Later Jo, Laura, Tyler and Brian are coming over to make dinner out of my new Vegetarian cookbook, and I think we are going to see X-Men 3 tonight as well.
I love days off. I love friends returning home from school. I love friends in general.
The only problem with friends coming home is that there are so many to hang out with that it makes it hard to see everyone as much as I had during the school year. I need to see Mara more, although I believe we are catching a bite sometime this week.
I am supposed to go out to coffee this week with the guy I had mentioned earlier, let's hope I don't freak out and cancel like I normally would with guys I am interested in... I am horrible with relationships. I need to find someone that I care for and can date for more than a month, I think a month is my longest relationship [if you put all the times we dated together]
I was interested in one guy from work, but he moved away. Another creepy guy from work stalks me, and the prep guy wont stop asking me out... I need a new job.
My homemade hummus recipe is getting perfected and I am excited to bring it to camp. I leave June 12th.
I am extending an invitation for anyone to come see me at camp this summer. I believe I will have my own room, meaning three extra beds for visitors to stay in. It is right on the lake, it is beautiful and it is so much fun. So please come visit me, I will buy you ice cream :) Althogh there are no more eccentric foreign people this year, sadly. I miss Jane.
Music:
Stars - Your Ex-Lover Is Dead
Portishead - Music To Fuck To
Damien Rice and Nina Simone - Be My Husband
Wayne Newton - I've Got The World On A String
Squirrel Nut Zippers - Ghost Of Steven Foster
Snow Patrol - Run
Martin Sexton - Thirteen Step Boogie
Citizen Cope - Pablo Picasso
Cat Power - I Don't Blame You
Damien Rice - Woman Like A Man
Fione Apple - Paper Bag
Belle & Sebastian - If She Wants Me
Books:
Chuck Palahniuk - Survivor
Stephen Chbosky - The Perks Of Being A Wallflower
Michael Gelb - How To Think Like Leonardo daVinci |
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| Out StairMastor to Heaven. |
[May. 31st, 2006|02:00 pm] |
With all do respect...
If Jesus Christ had died in prison, with no one watching and with no one there to mourn or torture him, would we be saved?
It's only in drugs or death we'll see anything new, and death is just too controlling.
-Chuck Palahniuk
Mr. Palahniuk is slowly becoming my favorite author, his books are a great storyline told as vividly as poetry, he's amazing. The book I am reading right now, Survivor, is amazing, but so is his more critically aclaimed book, Fight Club. |
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[May. 21st, 2006|07:41 pm] |
I may or may not have met someone last night?
He was helping me find a wheat penny that I had lost and we talked about my coin collection. which led to history. which led to my fascination with science.
Turns out he:
-is Pre Med with a major in Quantum Physics
-is finishing up a book he wrote on time travel
-and is a part of the WMU Sailing Team
We talked about theories that we both found interesting and books we read [he gave me a really good reccomendation]
he's very interesting nice, funny, fun and cute.
This doesn't happen to me, there has to be something wrong with him.
...maybe he has cancer. I hope not. |
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| my thoughts. |
[Apr. 9th, 2006|09:25 pm] |
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correct me if I'm wrong, but:
1. If we lose 1,000 brain cells every day for the rest of our lives we would still only lose less than 1% of the total brain cells that we have. Well, if the only down side of weed is that it kills brain cells, the only question would be as to how many. Although, I doubt a few puffs daily could kill more than a grand of cells. Since we only use 10% of our brain anyways, I guess the core problem of weed would be the certain brain cells it kills. If we could somehow channel the weed to kill only the unsued sections of our brain then I bet we could legalize pot. Taking for granted the 10% is in alteast a moderately condensed section.
2. If you take a pie and cut it into three seperate pieces you can divide it evenly, without any missing pieces. Although, say that the pie represented the number 25, cut into 3 seperate pieces as well, each piece would represent 8 and 1/3, correct? Numerically put, 8.33333333..., but if you add them up, the total only equals 24.99999999, meaning that somewhere along the conversion process we lose a small portion of the original number. This would only make sense to call a flaw in our numerical system.
3. It doesn't make sense that God would create such beautiful people but only allow us to use 10% of our brain. Well, what if we 'unlock' more and more of our brain as humans evolve. See, first there was the evolution of the body. Man was created in Gods image; i.e. early cavemen = God's image with 1% brain useage. Anways, now, in our second evolutionary cycle, we evolve our mind to become that of God's image, to use 100% of it; full capacity. So far we have reached 10%, but as soon as we reach 100% we would become equivalent to God, where I believe to be the end of times. If you think about it, this runs parallel to the Bible. Heaven and Earth will transcend into one another, become one. Although, our bodies can't handle using more than 10% right now, in theory, those who use more than 10% are concidered retarted, which is why most beautiful minds go 'crazy'.
4. So I have heard, it has been proven that dolphins and humans are the only animals to have sex for pleasure. Therefore, every other animal only has sex to reproduce. Well, the Darwin theory states that we came from monkeys. If we came from an animal that only has sex to reproduce, then that would make it physically impossible for one person to be physically attracted to the same sex, because then it would not be for reproductive purposes. Either way, it seems to find a kink in either the Darwin theory or that of Homosexuality. I have though about this, but I have not yet convinced myself it's truthfullness.
5. If there is more decay when heat is introduced, and you can preserve things better when it is colder, then do we age differently in the summer as compared to the winter? I mean, compared to the tropics of the tundra, we find dead things in Antartica all the time because it is so cold. Dead things in the jungle just rot away, they age faster. But does this have the same affect on living organisms? Of course it would be on a much smaller scale because the internal temperature is dropped only a few degrees due to being warm blooded. |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 6th, 2006|09:29 am] |
In the past month I have had eight overdraft charges, five overdue parking tickets from four seperate colleges, one speeding ticket, two other traffic tickets and my car impounded.
The irony of the situation is that I still have money in my bank account, my birthday is coming up, the sun is coming out and I am feeling fine.
hellllllz yeahhhh. How's that for my glass is half full.
April 24th bitches, remember the date. We're going camping. |
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[Apr. 4th, 2006|09:30 am] |
I love to walk next to people and secretly fart. It's like an inside joke I have with myself that, for some reason, I find extremely funny.
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| Pablo Picasso |
[Mar. 31st, 2006|11:04 am] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Citizen Cope [my latest obsession] | ] |
The other day I started my day off by going to the Kalamazoo Valley Museum at 5:00 to see the total solar eclipse projected from Turkey, and it was beautiful. After going out to breakfast I worked at Big Apple from 6:30 to 2:00. Rachel, the owner, gave me 2 free dozen deals for the Graduation Jazz Dance I'm organizing, she also told me that I am going to be promoted to Manager after working there for allmost 2 months. When I had come home Leighanne and I talked to resolve our differences and went to Rocketstar to meet up for coffee. Later we headed out to a senior citizen ball at the Bernhard Center. We played bingo with a ton of old people from 5-7 [Leighanne won 2 free spaghetti dinners]. There was a huge buffet table full of free food and the Phoenix Big Band playing my favorite jazz songs from the 20s/30s/40s/50s. I taught Leighanne to cha cha while we watched a bunch of old couple dance around in the most adorable way possible. After dropping Leighanne off at the dorm I went to Kellys to celebrate her birthday [after picking up two cigars to celebrate with, of course]. We went to the cinema to watch The Hills Have Eyes but ended up being mortified in one scene and leaving the theatre crying, or atleast I was. We tried leaving but this guy who allways hits on us there saw us and talked to his manager, who gave us two free tickets and let us watch Failure to Launch instead. Afterwards we finished our cigars at Steak and Shake where we sat and chatted about life and it's mysteries while sipping on our chocolate shakes.
That whole day was beutiful. I love days like this where I find myself being completely happy and satisfied with life. |
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[Mar. 14th, 2006|10:19 am] |
a note in case you don't notice the date today [3-14]
its Pi day!! |
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| music. |
[Mar. 6th, 2006|08:42 pm] |
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| | is amazing | ] |
My Top Albums of All Time [in no particular order]:
1. Belle and Sebastian - Dear Catastrophe Waitress
2. Regina Spektor - Soviet Kistch
3. Radiohead - Hail to the Theif
4. Postal Service - Give Up
5. The Flaming Lips - Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots
6. Bob Marley - Chant Down Babylon
7. Fiona Apple - Tidal
8. The Strokes - Is This It?
9. Norah Jones - Feels Like Home
10. Rilo Kiley - The Execution of All Things
11. Squirrel Nut Zippers - Perrenial Favorites
12. Pixies - Surfer Rosa
What are your favorites? |
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| look up. |
[Nov. 22nd, 2005|09:43 pm] |
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| | the office | ] |
and even though the winds may rise,
the sun still shines above the sky.
my peace is found in this profound solitude.
the thought provoking loneliness,
that drives me to this happines.
Memories of the elder days and yester-year.
Christmas lights bring Christmas cheer.
Days moved on and times grown old,
the house we'd loved is gone and sold.
Looking for the way things were in
faces that we've known.
Finding changes behind those eyes
that lately have grown cold.
I'm excited for these "weary times"
for hope of better day.
I'm excited for these "troubled times"--
with hope you'll find a way.
I'm happy.
I'm happy.
I'm happy.
I'm happy.
...now why are you so sad?
'cuz even though these winds may rise,
the sun still shines above the sky.
...look up.
[I'm a much better songwriter than poet.
the beat makes it that much easier.
either that or it can cover horrible lyrics.
manohman.] |
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| Star Gazing. |
[Nov. 5th, 2005|04:34 pm] |
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| [ | Current Music |
| | Iron and Wine. | ] |
It's funny how much fun you can have when you don't essentually do anything. Or, rather, how much more creative the ideas get when there is nothing to do.
Last night was amazing.
After having a 'girls night' at Stacey Lawrence/Megan Gindras apartment me and Mara went to the field behind her mom's studio to watch the stars. We sat on top of her Jimmy with blankets while listening to Iron and Wine from the car stereo. On the drive their the sky clouded up, so we instead found pictures in the cloud formations. Mainly flowers, but it really did feel like we were wrapped in a shower cap.
We talked about the little things in life that seem to catch our eye and the troubled times that allways cross our mind until we heard a rumbling in the woods. We jumped down and tried to drive off but realised the car was dead.
So, with a killer hiding in the bushes, we walked, through the woods, allll the way back to my car so I could drive her home.
and on the way home... it rained.
What a fabulous evening.
It was one of those times where you can just stare off into the distance and be content with doing absolutely nothing, because you knew that at that exact moment you were completely happy and everything was perfect.
<3 butt. |
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| ballerina. |
[Nov. 2nd, 2005|11:41 am] |
i wish i was a ballerina.
ho hum. |
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| emo kids. |
[Nov. 1st, 2005|08:55 pm] |
oooh snap. |
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