The Lesson

April 17th, 2008

Sarcasm

January 13th, 2008

Sarcasm is a language that I think takes skill, wit, and a defined sense of humor. Most people that use sarcasm are self-deprecating and don’t take themselves or situations too seriously. Sometimes sarcastic comments can brighten up a situation or it can often hurt people. When people are sarcastic in times that need to be taken seriously, they are not only ignoring the seriousness of the conversation but they are also offending what someone has to say by turning it into something funny, Especially when a person is getting judged or criticized, sarcasm can make it hurt even more. A direct criticism cans me helpful sometimes but when it is turned into a joke or some kind of amusement.

Bubby

November 16th, 2007

Bubby

The Way

November 11th, 2007

The Way

Warmth. Toes to cold tile.
Flame to ice.
Tuscan Chicken, lemon basil
Vinaigrette. You know how it goes.

Clarity. Glass windows, cracked
Cement. Green Trees, red roses.
You know how it goes.

Holidays. Family. Love
You know how it goes.

rose cnt…

October 24th, 2007

at 2 we were naked on a beach side by side

3 we were mastering the alphabet side by side

4 we were sleeping over

5 we were entering preschool   side by side

6 we were loving kindergarten    side by side

7 we learned our addition side by side

8 Disneyland?     side by side

9 switch schools together

10 entered the double digits side by side

11 cried side by side

12 graduated    side by side
13 entered marlborough side by side

14 became women side by side

15 tbd…

always side by side

Sincerely Ackley

October 2nd, 2007

Holden is back. I wonder why he’s back so soon. Maybe I’ll ask him. I can’t believe he left the fencing stuff on the train, what a idiot. Maybe he’s lost some brain cells from hanging out with that Stradlater. That Stradlater is one guy I just can’t stand. My nails are getting way to long. I should cut them soon. I’ll cut them now, while I’m talking to Holden. God damn, I hate when he calls me Ackley Kid. That is something that really ticks me off. This book seems to be weird, I have no idea why Holden’s reading it. Holden’s a weird kid I suppose. I wonder why he’s leaving. I guess I’ll miss the boy. Ah man it’s Stradlater, why did he have to walk in. I really don’t wana talk to this kid. “Bye”. I needed to get away from those guys. I’m too mature then that jock anyways, Stradlater I mean. Stradlater really pisses me off, I don’t like that guy.

What makes me live

October 2nd, 2007

Before they called my name I started thinking about what I needed to remember. The notes were playing in my head, I thought of the lyrics, and I knew them. They announced my name and I knew then that there was no turning back. I had to go up and sing. I was in the 6th grade and I needed something to calm the butterflies in my stomach. First I tried what people suggested, but picturing people in their underwear was not helping. Then I tried something no one had told me but something that came naturally, I tried to disappear. It was as if I was singing in front of no one. Like I had removed my self completely. I opened my mouth and the melody and the lyrics just came out like a bunch of stallions being let loose. It was at that moment that I realized what my passion was. I was addicted to this feeling of freedom while I was singing. I always crave for that feeling. That feeling is what makes me live.

A Rose

September 25th, 2007

A lot of the time people hear stories about friends who grow up together, and who have been best friends since birth. I am part of one of those stories. I have been a friend with Rose Greenberg since the day we met when I was 9 months old. My dad was taking me on a walk and she was outside her house around the corner playing with her nanny. Some say we hit it off and some say we didn’t know better, I just think we got lucky. From that day on we were inseparable, although we didn’t go to the same preschool we have gone to the school together since kindergarten. All great friendships and relationships have there ups and downs, we have both acted unreasonable and immature at times but when worst comes to worst I am always there for her and she is always there for me. This past week my dog got very sick, I was helpless but as I had learned from other times I have felt this way Rose would always reassure me that things will be fine. I called her and she did just that. It doesn’t only help that she is like a sister to me because of how long I have known her, but because our friendship has built over the years it just makes life that much more easy and enjoyable.

Why Do They Happen?

September 25th, 2007

This morning I went to Yom Kippur services. At every high holy day service there is a sermon given by the rabbi. Usually I am never excited for these. They take up to 15 minutes and most of the words he says I barely understand. However, this day was different. He started by asking the audience what surprised them most, the fact that people will go out of their way to hurt people, or how they would go out of their way to save someone’s life. What surprised us more? The fact that Cho could confidently shoot down 31 of his fellow students at Virginia Tech or the fact that a teacher would hold the door as tight as he could to protect his students and then end up with a bullet in his head for doing the right thing. Personally what surprises me, is the bad stuff people do. I mean, it is expected of people to do the right thing, not to do the bad. I could be impressed with the bravery of a man who jumped into a subway to cover a man and save him, while I am completely dumb struck that a suicide bomber could walk into a store and kill up to 15 innocent people. It’s that good things people do that help the world move, and the bad things just make us wonder why they happen.