tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36413519906605922552024-03-14T03:14:52.247-05:00The Happy ReaperRosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08719152958808627279noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641351990660592255.post-54450263764149849562016-04-14T10:34:00.000-05:002016-04-14T10:34:48.849-05:00How Great Thou Art<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Last Sunday afternoon, my brother Frankie and I set out to explore. The only plan was to wander. To see where the path led. Okay, well the path obviously led us to coffee first, and then a bookstore and the park in Fort Greene.<br />
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Frankie suggested we check out Brooklyn Navy Yard. So on we went. The Yard was somewhere close by but we never quite saw it. We walked past the NYPD impound lot, a block-long buzzing grid of electrical wires that power the borough, and snapped a photo of John St. to share with Johnny.<br />
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We made a stop at Brooklyn Roasting to grab some beans, and then we saw it. The majestic Manhattan Bridge. I have to admit I never fully appreciated the beauty of this bridge until that very moment. The rays of the setting sun cast a beautiful, mesmerizing glow and I couldn't look away.<br />
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Leading up to the bridge I felt an overwhelming sense of happiness and peace. I was exactly where I needed to be and the sunshine warmed me on that chilly afternoon. I snapped a few selfies to capture the moment, then followed Frankie who was already a few steps ahead.<br />
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We stumbled on the small beach directly under the bridge, and in one of the busiest cities in the world somehow Frankie and I were the only ones there. It was ours for the taking. As I stood looking up in awe, Frankie headed towards the rocks.<br />
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I watched my little brother fearlessly climb to the top and then sit in a moment of reflection. This year has been challenging for many of us, yet somehow Frankie has found a way to navigate the rockiness with grace.<br />
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There was something magical about that afternoon, and though I couldn't quite put my finger on it I felt extremely grateful. It wasn't until days later, when scrolling through my photos, that I noticed it. A small green circle of light. It first appeared when I saw the bridge, then in my selfies, as Frankie climbed the rocks, and then finally said goodbye with the setting sun.<br />
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Lens flare, a spec of dust, a fluke. No, I believe something greater was at work. A loved one (or ones) was with us that day. Right by our sides. Experiencing the wonder and beauty of it all. And when I think of the symbolism of a bridge, it becomes clear that no matter where we go, or where we are, we remain ever connected.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Laura, thanks for brightening my day with your posts. Your hilarious observations often bring a smile to my face. It looks like you're doing marvelous and loving life. You should know that six out of six Quasarano kids highly endorse your awesomeness.</span></span><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Some people have a natural brightness and Leyna is one of them. She greets everyone with a smile and is a true optimist. I get the impression that Leyna is a rock to many and that no matter how high her friends fly, she's there to encourage them to soar higher and catch them if they need her.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Leyna, thanks for being a great example of the power of optimism. It's not always easy to look on the bright side of things, but it seems to come naturally to you. I hope that you're doing great and I find it very fitting that you ended up in the Sunshine State. </span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">That was one year ago today and I couldn’t be more proud of just how far she’s come. </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">My mom's competed in two 5k races</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"> and weathered the summer heat, windy fall, and bitter winter. I know she will credit me for helping her get started, but I can't take credit for anything past marking that first minute. It is her strength alone that has carried her to today.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">My mom quickly became aware of the love/hate relationship that runners feel toward their sport and a few months ago she asked me if it ever gets easy. Without even giving the question much thought I replied with a simple, “No.” Though the answer came easily, the question remained on my mind. If it never gets easy why do I continue to literally pound the pavement? </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">I run because with each step I take, though never easy, it does get easier. I know I will never perfect the art of running, but that doesn't discourage my attempt to. In this and so many ways running has provided me with a model for life. It has taught me that the best way to move forward is to have one foot on the ground while the other kicks toward the heavens. It has taught me that impossibilities are simply unmet goals and that sometimes pain truly is a prerequisite to joy. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">When Mike was over at our house, he'd let my little brothers try to tackle him, endured my dad's corny jokes and made us all laugh. </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">He's the type of guy that everyone wants to be around as he makes situations more fun with his unique personality and outlook. </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"> I'm pretty sure I haven't seen Mike in over a decade, but the lasting impression he made on me is a testament of his character.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">With a last name that sounds like a highly technical bike component, perhaps it was written in the stars that Kevin would become an avid cyclist. As I got to know Kevin I saw the strength and dedication he shows on a bike flow into other aspects of his life as well. When faced with extremely difficult situations he tackles them the same way he would a difficult climb - head down, focused, giving nothing less than his all. I believe Kevin's spirit and quiet defiance will carry him up and over life's toughest climbs. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Kevin, thanks for being an amazing example of how to weather life's toughest storms. You are an inspiration on and off the bike. Wishing you many miles of great rides ahead. Write on. Ride on.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">An extremely intelligent person, Mike is the kind of guy who takes the time to learn what makes people tick. Since our very first conversation I have always found it easy to open up to Mike. He goes out of his way to be a great friend and once you're his friend he's in your corner no matter what.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"> </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Mike, thanks for being one of my first and best Circus friends. You're one of the most genuine people I know, and the devotion you have to your friends and family is amazing. I'm excited to see what the future holds for you and Jaime, and wish you both a world of happiness. </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I felt like I knew Kristin before I even met her. Her mother talked about her with such pride, beaming about what a smart, creative, and hard working daughter she had. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Kristin and I ended up attending the Creative Circus around the same time, and though parents</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> can be a bit biased</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> now that I know Kristin I can attest to her mother's claims. </span><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There are some individuals whose positivity and warmth radiate from the core and Lori is definitely one of them. She's someone who's genuinely interested in people's stories and experiences, and </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">wants to learn all about you instead of talking about herself. From what I did learn about Lori, her adventures far outweigh mine and she makes life a constant exciting adventure.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I greatly admire Lori's take on life. She left the corporate world to move to a small town in Georgia. There she lived on a lake and could paddle boat to her heart's content. Living simply and making a living through her art, she seems to have the recipe for happiness. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Last week I came across a homeless man digging through some dumpsters. My first reaction was to keep walking, but then I remembered I had a Special K bar in my bag. I turned around and asked if he was hungry. He shook his head yes, and I handed him my bar. I don't bring this up for praise. On the contrary I actually felt pretty horrible.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Here was a man, practically starving, and all I had to offer him was a 90-calorie bar. 90 calories! That wasn't enough to last him through the morning, let alone all day. I wish I could have given him something more substantial. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">This encounter made me realize that my constant struggle to keep my weight in check is a problem that some people in this world wished they had. I'm not saying it's bad to be healthy, it's just important to give thanks for our living, breathing, beautiful bodies no matter the size. For those who go hungry on a daily basis my hips are a sign that I am blessed. I think I'll start viewing them that way, too. </span><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: small;">As unique as his name, Cooper adds a positive spin to any situation. He always seems genuinely happy and when he's around the mood is lighter, the jokes funnier and the hugs are free flowing. I think it's safe to say Cooper holds the distinction as best hug giver ever.</span></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: small;">Cooper, thanks for always making me laugh and for your stellar hugs. I'm glad I got the opportunity to get to know you better these past few years. Keep holding Brooklyn down. I hope to visit sometime soon.</span></div></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0px;"><div style="margin: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I got to know Josh through my friend Adrienne, and it quickly became apparent that he shared our sarcastic sense of humor. I've always appreciated Josh's quiet wit. He may not be the loudest in the room, but he's most likely the funniest. </span><span style="font-size: small;">Another thing I appreciate about Josh is his love of music. I pride myself on the number of shows I've been to, but Josh has probably gone to that many this year alone. He lives and breaths music. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Monica lived directly across the street from us, and I still remember how excited I was to learn that there was a girl my age moving in. We quickly became friends and bonded over important things like Disney movies, and deciding who was the cutest of the New Kids on the Block. Monica's older sisters had first pick, so we were left with the rejects, but somehow we made do. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Being one of five kids (at the time) wasn't the easiest, and I would often escape from the craziness of my home and run off to the Toth's. Swimming and sleepovers helped me get through many a summer, and I was blessed to have such a good, positive friend nearby. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I've wanted to learn piano since I was probably 4. It sounds strange, but it's something that I feel I was born to do. Just a few weeks ago I finally bought a piano. I'm not sure why it's taken me so long to realize this dream, but now that I've started, my musical flood gates have opened. Although I'm just beginning, playing Mary had a Little Lamb with two hands is, at the moment, extremely rewarding. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">No matter what you believe will happen in your next lifetime (if you believe there is a next one) I hope that in the here and now you tap into the things that make you feel alive. Don't leave your hopes and dreams for the do-over. What if you come back as a rock?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">"There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and it will be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep yourself open and aware to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open."</span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Mary, thanks for bringing a breath of fresh air to many of our classes. Your laid back attitude was refreshing and much needed. I was excited to see that you and Alisa are engaged and I wish you all the happiness in your marriage. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div>Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08719152958808627279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641351990660592255.post-91012691484692386352010-10-06T09:14:00.002-05:002010-10-16T18:33:28.574-05:00Tribute #13: Megan Kost<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In high school I went through a ton of different phases. Like any teenager I was trying to find myself, or at least create who I thought I was. I looked up to the girls in my class that were true individuals, the ones with a unique point of view. One such classmate was Megan Kost.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div>Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08719152958808627279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641351990660592255.post-82385823749699650162010-10-01T09:15:00.000-05:002010-10-01T09:15:12.743-05:00Tribute #12: Keith Davenport<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><style>
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</style><span style="font-size: small;">Yeah, I was a band nerd. Luckily a few hundred other Holt high schoolers were too, so I was in good company. Sophomore year I went to New Orleans and Orlando </span><span style="font-size: small;">on our band trip</span><span style="font-size: small;">, and it was one of the best times ever. I attribute a large part of that fun to getting to hang with Keith Davenport. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">From our friendship spawned during those high school days, I have seen Keith go from being a student at Ferris, starting his career in Chicago, getting married to my best friend Adrienne, moving to El Paso to head up a huge project, and becoming a Dad to my favorite baby, Collette. Each and every step of the way, Keith has proceeded with a confidence that few possess. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">For one who watches with too little rest</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">A body rousing fitfully to its pain</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">- The nerves like dull burns where the sheet has pressed -</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Subsiding to dementia yet again;</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">For one who snatches what repose he can,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Exhausted by the fretful reflexes</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Jerked from the torpor of a dying man,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Sleep is a fear, invaded as it is</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">By coil on coil of ominous narrative</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">In which specific isolated streaks, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Bright as tattoos, of inks that seem to live,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Shift through elusive patterns. Once in those weeks</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">You dreamt of your dying friend hung crucified</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">In his front room, against the mantelpiece;</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Yet it was Christmas, when you went outside</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">The shoppers bustled, bells rang without cease,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">You smelt a sharp excitement on the air, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Crude itch of evergreen. But you returned</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">To find him still nailed up, mute suffered</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Lost in a trance of pain, toward whom you yearned.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">When you woke up, you could not reconcile</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">The two conflicting scenes, indoors and out.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">But it was Christmas. And parochial school</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Accounted for the Dying God no doubt.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Now since his death you've lost the wish for sleep,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">In which you might mislay the wound of feeling:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Drugged you drag grief from room to room and weep,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Preserving it from closure, from a healing</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Into the novelty of glazed pink flesh.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">We hear you stumble vision-ward above,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Keeping the edges open, bloody, fresh.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Wound, no - the heart, His Heart, broken with love.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">An unfamiliar ticking makes you look</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Down your left side where, suddenly apparent</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Like a bright plate from an anatomy book</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">- In its snug housing, under the transparent</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Planes of swept muscle and the barreled bone - </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">The heart glows, and you feel the holy heat:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">The heart of hearts transplanted to your own</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Losing rich purple drops with every beat. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Yet even as it does your vision alters,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">The hallucination lighted through the skin</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Begins to deaden (though still bleeding), falters, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">And hardens to its evident origin</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">- A red heart from a cheap religious card, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Too smooth, too glossy, too securely cased!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Stopped in a crouch, you wearily regard</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Each drop dilute into the waiting waste.</span><br />
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</span>Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08719152958808627279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641351990660592255.post-20763662770789862462010-09-27T10:33:00.000-05:002010-09-27T10:33:43.365-05:00Tribute #11: Angelica Madero<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Life is too important to be taken seriously” is one of my favorite quotes. I can bust out my irreverent side every now and then, but the majority of the time I make rationale, calculated decisions. I strive to be more spontaneous, to not worry about tomorrow, and to just have fun. One of my mentors in this pursuit is Angelica Madero. </span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I met Angie through my friend Courtney, and she quickly became a weekend staple on our futon at 286 5<sup>th</sup> Ave. I’ll always have fond memories of us venturing across the Manhattan bridge, flashbulbs flashing through the darkness taking mandatory backseat cab pictures. No matter what the night held, we knew we’d have fun. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">In addition to her carefree side, Angie is a strong, passionate woman, driven by her love of family. Although the youngest of 4 girls, she often times fills the caretaker role, looking out for others needs and wants before her own. She never does this begrudgingly. Angie treats her friends like family and is the most amazing best friend to one of my favorite people- Courtney Rohlk. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Angie, thank you for encouraging me to be more spontaneous. I will never forget our America’s Next Top Model photo shoot at Montauk. Totally out of character for me, I had so much fun working those fierce poses on the beach. You bring out the best in people, and I can’t help but take life less seriously when I’m with you. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div>Rosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08719152958808627279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641351990660592255.post-49928283191770148452010-09-23T14:32:00.001-05:002010-09-23T14:39:38.175-05:00Tribute #10: Jonique Hewitt<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Anyone who attended The Creative Circus would probably agree that the art directors worked just a <i>bit</i> harder than the writers. Ok, a lot harder. They were the ones </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">camped out in the computer lab while us writers slept soundly in our beds dreaming up headlines. I had a lot of respect for the art directors, especially Jonique Hewitt.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When panel time rolled around Jonique was a staple in the lab. She worked on campaigns until she got them right, and wouldn't settle unless they were. I'm sure she was extremely tired and stressed, but she always had a great, positive attitude. In the end, her hard work paid off with a gig in the Big Apple.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jonique, thanks for being a listening ear.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> I always felt that you understood exactly where I was coming from with my ad rants.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I think the last time we saw each other was on the B train which seems appropriate as from ATL to NYC we were on the same track. I hope in the future our paths cross again. (All puns intended.)</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">In early folklore owls represented wisdom and possessed powers of prophecy, traits I definitely respect. Oh yeah, owls are also associated with -</span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">thunderclap- </span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">death!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> Maybe it’s my Italian heritage, but I tend to be a bit superstitious. I used to be afraid to embrace my love of owls. I thought maybe it would bring on bad luck, or possibly even death. As irrational as that sounds I think it was simply the manifestation of my deeper fear of death.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Now that owls are considered kitsch, and on everything, I’ve lightened up on my ominous view of them. I have swung the pendulum back to seeing them as the wise creatures they are. However, that got my thinking about the middle ground. There is a vast range between wisdom and death. Death is the ultimate mystery, and no one here on earth, no matter how wise, can fully grasp it. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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