Category: The Sicilian Speaks


There’s some saying about learning to dance in the rain but if you really want to live on the edge,

you should learn to dance in the thunderstorms.


Little Miss Succinct

Hello world, it’s been a while since I’ve had any motivation to post to my blog, and I will update you all on the direction that my life has been taking, but for now I’ll share a few results of the thinking I’ve been forced to do within the past three months.

Don’t assume I won’t find a way to forget you just because I have hyperthymesia.

I won’t wish these days away, because one day I’ll wish for them to come back to me.

The beauty of life unfolding makes me want to see more and yet at the same time, I’m desperate for nothing to change.

Here’s my version of Jerry Maguire: You would have me at hello… If you’d ever say it.

My age seems to be growing at a proportionally similar rate to the amount of confusion I experience.

Contrary to popular belief, Christianity is not the most offensive concept on the planet. The truth is the most offensive concept on the planet. Those two concepts just so happen to be one in the same.

Is it only mere coincidence that most of the poorest nations in the world are also dominated by Islam? Let’s start thinking, people.

Any time I become deliriously happy for no apparent reason, I first stop and ask myself, “Wait. Am I finally going insane?”

I understand the saying curiosity killed the cat, but I still ask too many questions. Although, cats have 9 lives so I’ve got a few to spare.

Geometry has taught me that I’m congruent with crazy.

The Paradox: I can’t relax if I’m not working.

The only control I’m in favor of is self control.

Yeah, I just posted a bunch of quotes from myself. But it’s okay. Writing is all about quoting yourself. And if you take a look at the top of my blog, you will see a title has now been chosen! Do I have your approval?

If I do, great. If I don’t, I don’t care.

Time to get some rest. Keep on thinking.

Ideas on Ideas

Here is what I love about America…



We’re a nation of ideas because of free speech. We have the right to disagree, we have the right to agree, we have the right to make up our minds or to change them. We don’t have to be afraid if we come up with something new. New is not dangerous.

I thank God that Americans don’t have reason to fear if they come up with new ideas or have dissenting opinions.

Imagine if  Thomas Edison had been afraid to voice his opinion for a light bulb? He challenged the status quo that had been in place for thousands of years. He demoted candles as the supreme light-givers to modern humanity. If his idea for the light bulb had been deemed as “dangerous” by the political machine, we wouldn’t even have an object to symbolize ideas!

The value of an idea lies in the using of it.

-Thomas Edison

We’d have to use candles to symbolize ideas (Or something like that)… And that’s really just not as nifty. So thanks to free speech, we can now use light bulbs to universally communicate new ideas to the world. You can thank America for that. (And Thomas Edison, of course.)

Nearly every man who develops an idea works it up to the point where it looks impossible, and then he gets discouraged. That’s not the place to become discouraged.

-Thomas Edison
Image used in this article by: Victor Bezrukov

Socks are Inspiring


I can find some things to say about being single based on just matching up a pair of songs. I attribute this to being Sicilian… Stick with me here. And I promise, this does tie into the socks.

You shouldn’t define yourself by your relationship status. You should define yourself by the status your relationship with Jesus Christ. With Him, you’re never “alone”. If you don’t have a good relationship with Jesus and yet you’re married, you can feel far more alone than if you’re single… Don’t believe me? Just look at all the broken Hollywood marriages. Sometimes the Hollywoodies seem more miserable together rather than alone. It’s a sad thing.

On a cuter note, I found the missing match to a pair of socks I just adore… They have adorable little lamb-y things on them and I was always very sad that I had never found the other sock to match! I would find each separate sock in random places, but never together… Thankfully though, yesterday, I found the other sock and the two were reunited! It made me everso happy… Probably because it reminded me of how, if we wait long enough for just the right person (Or, er, sock in this case), God will unite us with our match… I put out a Tweet, inspired by the reuniting of a pair of socks, saying:

Being single is a lot like being a lone sock… Someday you’ll find your match, they’re just lost somewhere in the dryer for right now.

There you go. Now you see how inspiring socks can be. Just don’t go looking in the dryer for a date though. I have a feeling that won’t really yield good results.

They’re Watching You


Hey. Private eyes. They’re watching you… And you asked for it. No, this doesn’t have anything to do with conspiracy theories, Big Brother, Joseph Stalin and the Communists or the novel 1984 by the brilliant George Orwell. It has everything to do with a website you’re consciously signed up for and advertised your life on…

Everyone seems to wish to become a larger than life reality TV star on Facebook. No one seems to care that their private lives are on display, like a circus for all to see. Are you trying to create your own gossip website about yourself, people? Seriously. It looks like it by all of the crazy statuses you’re posting about yourself.

“O.M.G. I am sooo mad @ him he is making me soo mad i hate himm”

“i am tired of everyone being jerks! u all kno who u r!” (This oddball may also even post the names of people upsetting them.)

“i love this girl soo much she is my world” Blah blah, include a lot more romantic details and such…

And let’s point the big, fat white elephant out in the room here. All of the stupid pictures of yourself drinking and looking like a fool are not flattering. Who do you think you are? Kim Kardashian? P Diddy? Do you think you are glamorous or cool by doing this? (They’re not people to emulate, by the way.)

Service - Charlotte '08 National Youth Fine Arts

We seem to have an attention hog generation, whose addiction is promoting their entire lives to the world. It’s as if they are on their own stage, not even caring who knows every detail about their lives. Generations before us seemed to understand that creating your own rumors was a dumb idea… We humans thrive on gossip and seeing the demise of others when we often feel terrible about our own lives. That’s not an idealistic concept to assume such things but it is the truth.


(Great Grandma Sandra and my Grandpa)

A few weeks ago, my Sicilian Grandpa gave me some advice about being private – for your own good. His mother, Sandra, who emigrated from Sicily to America when she was in her 20s, told him that: “You shouldn’t tell everyone about everything that is happening in your life.” He continued with what else she told him, saying, “They may act like they care when they ask you what you’re doing, but as soon as they’ll listen to you, they’ll turn around and use what you told them against you. You can’t trust everyone.”

And believe me, a full blooded Sicilian would know the meaning of trust… And betrayal. Don’t believe me?


Two words: The Godfather. Sometimes I wonder if Don Corleone was an influence on my Grandpa. Anyway, I digress… Really, people don’t change. Even if my grandma gave that advice to my grandpa 60 years ago (Before Facebook, computers and even LCD alarm clocks), it still stands today. People don’t change much.

It’s not to say you should go live in a cave and not share anything about your life with anyone… I have a Facebook account also, to keep in touch with family and friends easily and make new friends. But you have to be careful about what you share. Some say you shouldn’t have anything to hide about your life, which is true, but your most intimate thoughts should not be broadcasted on the internet for the world to see. (It’s called a journal, people).

I mean even when I was 9 years old, journals were being sold that had LOCKS on them. Now instead of locking away their most sincere ponderings of the heart in a lock and key journal, kids are now broadcoasting every whiff of the mind on the internet!

Nobody thinks that Facebook is almost like Big Brother – or private eyes. When you’re on Facebook, you should act like theres spies on the lose trying to convict you of everything. I mean, I prefer to call them Facebook creepers. They are private eyes, and they’re watching you.. Hmm. They see your every move… Watching your every move….. Hmm, I feel a song coming on!! (Surprising.)

Thank you, Hall and Oates, for practically writing the Facebook theme song in the 80s. You may have trumped Nostradomus on this one!

But, okay, the point being, any time you’re about to publicly insult your ex, or complain about how bad your mom and dad are for not letting you go see some gruesome movie – or you’re just plain ticked and feel like ranting on about anyone you please, or posting those foolish pictures of you being drunk and/or insane looking.. Remember … Private eyes, they’re watchin’ you!