Noah & Rossi


I woke up one morning and she was gone. I checked the bathroom cabinet, the kitchen for her favorite coffee mug, the bedroom for her clothes. There was nothing left. As this sinking feeling was hitting me, I spotted her coffee cup sitting on a piece of paper, words scratched out underneath. There were coffee stains and scribbles, but the worst part was she had only written four words


"You Hold Me Down



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Aerial Promenade (Jan 7, 2008)

Go live your life. Don’t waste it. What’s the point in holding back or being pessimistic about anything? Really! Where does it get you in the end?
Love yourself. Love others. Love everyone. Love everything!
Listen to this and you might get what I’m talking about:
Seagull Orchestra.
If you don’t, that’s okay because I’ll interpret it for you.
There is hope. There is beauty in your dark corners and cobwebs, and in those dead trees of winter. It’s everywhere. Inspiration and love is everywhere, if you look for it.
So stop sitting and waiting for it to find you! Get out there and grab it!
Forgive, don’t forget. Give more than one chance. Take risks, jump feet first, love with all your heart, give all you have, laugh every day, enjoy every moment, savor every person you come into contact with.
If you’re not going to do it because I told you to, do it for yourself.
Live your life with a passion and don’t give it up for anyone.

"…I have a little secret for ya. Huddle up. Huddle up! We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. Medicine, law, business, engineering, these are all noble pursuits, and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for…"
-Mr. Keating, Dead Poet’s Society

Art can’t save the world on its own, no.Neither can soup kitchens. You don’t just need volunteers, you need food. You don’t just need food, you need donations. You don’t just need donations, you need a steady stream of donations. What about places without accesses to these? What if we run out of food? Now who is pretentious?But if it’s related to the Dublin Contemporary, the goal would line up:

Taken from William Butler Yeats’ famous poem “Easter, 1916”, the exhibition’s title borrows from the Irish writer’s seminal response to turn-of-the-century political events to site art’s underused potential for commenting symbolically on the world’s societal, cultural and economic triumphs and ills.

However, if meant as Contemptorary…

contempt: 1. the feeling with which a person regards anything considered mean, vile, or worthless; disdain; scorn.2. the state of being despised; dishonor; disgrace.3. Law        a. willful disobedience to or open disrespect for the rules or orders of a court or legislative body.        b. an act showing such disrespect.

Then whoever made this sign must be the same people who support the “top 10 useless college majors”.Art will not save the world on its own. But it makes the world worth saving.It can inspire masses to move towards that soup kitchen, not out of anger or pity but out of compassion.Something that this sign, and those with similar mindsets, are obviously lacking.

You don’t inspire someone to action by calling them a “pretentious fuck”. You do it by appealing to their emotions and giving them direction. Hope and compassion are the greatest motivators.Anger and contempt are not.
Are you an ant?

Fear. Envy. Jealousy. Doubt. Uncertainty. Low self esteem.

These are things that keep us from what we love, what we want, what we need. And what we NEED is to be human beings, interacting and challenging each other every day.

Working in Residential Life, I have rules to follow, policies to enforce, and need to eat with residents so many times a week. I need to know who is who and if they’re “student leader” quality. They gave a fancy name to “small talk”; something about BASICS (and yes, it did stand for something). I go to class, to the cafeteria, I make door decs, I tell the floor to quiet down, I do rounds to make sure the hall is safe and behaving certain nights. It’s so routine. I am doing it with some of the most fun people I’ve ever met, and sometimes we laugh so hard we’re in tears, or we discuss silly situations we deal with, but it’s not enough.

This quote from Waking Life becomes more and more fitting each day…

Soap Opera Woman: Excuse me.
Wiley: Excuse me.
Soap Opera Woman: Hey. Could we do that again? I know we haven’t met, but I don’t want to be an ant. You know? I mean, it’s like we go through life with our antennas bouncing off one another, continuously on ant autopilot, with nothing really human required of us. Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there. All action basically for survival. All communication simply to keep this ant colony buzzing along in an efficient, polite manner. “Here’s your change.” “Paper or plastic?’ “Credit or debit?” “You want ketchup with that?” I don’t want a straw. I want real human moments. I want to see you. I want you to see me. I don’t want to give that up. I don’t want to be ant, you know

I’m tired of being that ant. As a college student, I see new people every day. And for all I know, that tall guy rocking the beard at Caribou Coffee now and then could be my next relationship. The girl in my Philosophy class with who ran up the stairs with me could become my best friend. As a human being, I want to know why we have stopped forming these relationships.

Why have we stopped questioning the possibilities and effects people have on and in our lives? Sure, this could be caused by watching Something Borrowed or taking a philosophy course this semester and you can think I’m crazy. Fine. But reread the question again. Why have we stopped questioning the possibilities and effects people have on and in our lives?

Is it because new people are dangerous? The uncertainty of them is unnerving? Could they hurt us? Could they love us? Could we hate them? Could they hate us? Are they too far out of our comfort zone? Is there just something about them that doesn’t suit our criteria for a friend or mate? Why do we have those criteria and why are they so strict? Were you even aware you had such criteria until I said this?

Think of every relationship you didn’t pursue. Was it the longing-from-afar, where you were too afraid to say anything because there was no chance they knew who you were? Was it your best friend? Was it because it would be social unacceptable? Was it because you were afraid of being hurt?

I asked an acquaintance what kind of person he was the other day. “How would you answer that question if I asked it?” he replied. “I don’t know. That’s why I asked it. I’m a curious individual who is taking a new approach to life and the people in mine, no matter how minuscule a part they seem to play.” And I told him the quote from Waking Life. He took my challenge, and said he respected my need for reform. When I told him I was trying to redefine myself because there are aspects I don’t like about myself, he took it as negative. Instead, I corrected him. “Don’t you have things about yourself you don’t like? It’s not that bad. I just don’t like slipping into the same habits so I said redefine.” His response was “I think that’s really cool. You seem like a real person.” A real person. That implies that most people are not real. And that leads us back to the ant quote.

When someone sees you on the street, do you think they see you as a real person, or are you just another ant buzzing around the colony? And what can you do to change this? WOULD you change this?


I’m that person.
That one who “makes the mistake” of telling guys how she really feels. The one who tells them that she is questioning how she feels. That one who gets left in the dust because of it.

So how do we know when to be honest? When DO we tell people how we feel, and how do we do it?

Forget honesty towards others. Are you being honest with yourself?
I’m not.
Yeah, I’ll be that person and admit to you, honestly, that I’m not being honest with myself.
And to be perfectly honest again, you’re probably not being honest to yourself either.

Think about it…
Think of all those times you have tried to tell yourself that it wasn’t their fault, it wasn’t your fault, that you’re just being picky, that there’s no one out there for you, that something is wrong with you, that you’re okay.
Because, c’mon…none of us are okay when we try to tell ourselves that (or anyone else for that matter).

I challenge you to sit down with yourself tonight, today, last night, and three days from now and think up a list of things you’re lying to yourself about, no matter how miniscule or earth shattering. Analyze your past, present, and future relationships, analyze your weight, your family structure, your current occupation, how you spend your free time. And write down what you truly want out of life.
And then go do it.
Because you deserve to be honest with yourself, and with the world.