Fabulous Fab
Poetry, Art, some nice background Music, a few good books and some cool Movies. Cooking for some nice company with a bottle of wine and of course, some NFL Football. What more can you ask for?Well, actually... add a cold beer to the mix...and it really doesn't get any better than that! Sit back and enjoy!
Tuesday, August 09, 2011
Tuesday, August 02, 2011
Simple Thoughts
Just some words, simple thoughts I try to live by!
Don’t sweat the small stuff… by the way, it’s all small stuff
Focus on what you have not what you don’t have.
I used to cry 'cause I had no shoes, until i met a man that had no feet!
If you want to hear God laughing, tell Him about your plans.
Give and you shall receive.
Focus on your goals.
Hold on tightly, let go tightly.
Banish your past and live in the present moment.
Be afraid not of growing slowly, be afraid of standing still.
There is no such thing as a coincidence. Everything happens for a reason and our path is predetermined by the Master’s plan.
10 Little Words…If it is to be, it is up to me.
Smile! It makes people wonder what you’re up to.
Nothing is impossible
Whatever the mind can conceive, you can achieve!
Dream Big!
If you feel you cannot, please, just Hold On ! You're gonna make it ! Don't quit, just Hold On !
Live, love, laugh, cry, learn and teach,
and most of al,l enjoy every minute this beautiful life offers
…Life is…Fabulous!
Fab Ricciardi
Don’t sweat the small stuff… by the way, it’s all small stuff
Focus on what you have not what you don’t have.
I used to cry 'cause I had no shoes, until i met a man that had no feet!
If you want to hear God laughing, tell Him about your plans.
Give and you shall receive.
Focus on your goals.
Hold on tightly, let go tightly.
Banish your past and live in the present moment.
Be afraid not of growing slowly, be afraid of standing still.
There is no such thing as a coincidence. Everything happens for a reason and our path is predetermined by the Master’s plan.
10 Little Words…If it is to be, it is up to me.
Smile! It makes people wonder what you’re up to.
Nothing is impossible
Whatever the mind can conceive, you can achieve!
Dream Big!
If you feel you cannot, please, just Hold On ! You're gonna make it ! Don't quit, just Hold On !
Live, love, laugh, cry, learn and teach,
and most of al,l enjoy every minute this beautiful life offers
…Life is…Fabulous!
Fab Ricciardi
Monday, July 25, 2011
What is your purpose?
Where has all the time gone?
How much time is left for me to continue my journey?
How much time is left for me to keep spreading the words throughout the vast fields of innocence and ignorance,and to help provide physical and spiritual food and shelter for the youth of today ?
A youth movement that seems somewhat ambiguously carrying on and trying hard to make a change for the better of this world , which we and our previous generations have been unknowingly or maybe maybe selfishly been slowly destroying through the years.
Yet as the youth embark on this beautiful ride we call Life, how long will it take them to understand that the reason that we are all we are put on this earth for is to simply be a purpose for someone else. To learn and share our knowledge with maybe millions, or hundreds, and most importantly for at least just one person.
We have just one lifetime in the physical presence of our being. the soul will continue through eternity and spread the wealth of knowledge through the years, but for now, only one truth remains. We are nothing but dust and bones at the end of days, and we are nothing unless we have served our purpose on earth, if we don't acknowledge that if we simply live just to exist, we are nothing. We must give back something while our ride is on, return the precious and rare gift of life and all its experiences, good or bad, to teach and share with our youth of today.
What mark will you leave behind, how will you have made a difference in this life, when all is said and done. What footprints will you leave behind for others to follow?
Think about this before your time runs out and at least, try to make difference in someone else's life.Do something good, today and every day, and you will be a better person for it.
....I'm trying to do my part.
Love, live, laugh, cry, learn, teach,
and most of all enjoy every minute this beautiful life offers.
Love and Peace to all,
Fab
How much time is left for me to continue my journey?
How much time is left for me to keep spreading the words throughout the vast fields of innocence and ignorance,and to help provide physical and spiritual food and shelter for the youth of today ?
A youth movement that seems somewhat ambiguously carrying on and trying hard to make a change for the better of this world , which we and our previous generations have been unknowingly or maybe maybe selfishly been slowly destroying through the years.
Yet as the youth embark on this beautiful ride we call Life, how long will it take them to understand that the reason that we are all we are put on this earth for is to simply be a purpose for someone else. To learn and share our knowledge with maybe millions, or hundreds, and most importantly for at least just one person.
We have just one lifetime in the physical presence of our being. the soul will continue through eternity and spread the wealth of knowledge through the years, but for now, only one truth remains. We are nothing but dust and bones at the end of days, and we are nothing unless we have served our purpose on earth, if we don't acknowledge that if we simply live just to exist, we are nothing. We must give back something while our ride is on, return the precious and rare gift of life and all its experiences, good or bad, to teach and share with our youth of today.
What mark will you leave behind, how will you have made a difference in this life, when all is said and done. What footprints will you leave behind for others to follow?
Think about this before your time runs out and at least, try to make difference in someone else's life.Do something good, today and every day, and you will be a better person for it.
....I'm trying to do my part.
Love, live, laugh, cry, learn, teach,
and most of all enjoy every minute this beautiful life offers.
Love and Peace to all,
Fab
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Curiosity killed the cat...Why?
Curiosity killed the cat !
I don't know where that saying came from, I was curious to find out the meaning of this quote, but after many years of living this life, I finally realized how crazy this thought actually is. If it wasn't for curiosity,Colombus wouldn't have discovered America and Eve wouldn't have bitten the apple, and where would we all be then?
If curiosity should kill someone, it should always be those idiots in the movies that go into a dark room in a haunted house and they hear "voices" suggesting that they vacate the premises immediately, but through the stupidity of curiosity, they blindly wander in to feed their curiosity. Bam ! Dead, just like that curious cat.
However, in most other instances, curiosity should be treated as a virtue. Curiosity takes you to new travels and find new adventures, it cures maladies, it helps people test and surpass their physical and mental limits, and after all is said and done, it answers all, or at least, most of your questions. So next time you hear someone saying "Curiosity killed the cat" tell them, "You know, I'm just a bit curious, why do you say that?" If anything, curiosity helped him get away from the everyday ritual of a pat in the head, eating, playing a bit, eating and sleeping day after day. Who wants that? If that's what life is all about, well, I'd rather be curious and die happy!
I don't know where that saying came from, I was curious to find out the meaning of this quote, but after many years of living this life, I finally realized how crazy this thought actually is. If it wasn't for curiosity,Colombus wouldn't have discovered America and Eve wouldn't have bitten the apple, and where would we all be then?
If curiosity should kill someone, it should always be those idiots in the movies that go into a dark room in a haunted house and they hear "voices" suggesting that they vacate the premises immediately, but through the stupidity of curiosity, they blindly wander in to feed their curiosity. Bam ! Dead, just like that curious cat.
However, in most other instances, curiosity should be treated as a virtue. Curiosity takes you to new travels and find new adventures, it cures maladies, it helps people test and surpass their physical and mental limits, and after all is said and done, it answers all, or at least, most of your questions. So next time you hear someone saying "Curiosity killed the cat" tell them, "You know, I'm just a bit curious, why do you say that?" If anything, curiosity helped him get away from the everyday ritual of a pat in the head, eating, playing a bit, eating and sleeping day after day. Who wants that? If that's what life is all about, well, I'd rather be curious and die happy!
Saturday, January 01, 2011
HAPPY NEW YEAR !!! 2011...LET'S SEE WHAT HAPPENS!
SO, ANOTHER YEAR GOES BY, WHAT NOW?
Last year was not the best. Let's see...I had my leg amputated, my father died and worse of all, my dog, Rocky died, after 12 years of being always by ny side. So let's try to make 2011 a little better than last year.
Guess it's time for resolutions...AGAIN! What should I resolve to do this year, that is still left over from last year's resolutions? Well, nothing new. It's still the same stuff as before, but this time, will be different, I tell myself, I tell myself in my big book of lies, as yet another year goes by.
Therefore, this poem...Unfinshed Business...Maybe this year will be better.
Unfinished Business
Cannot seem to find the words
As easily
Anymore,
The words do not flow out of my pen
As they did once before.
So poem after poem
Goes unfinished
Undated
Unsigned,
In my big book of lies.
A book I had once filled
With promises, with hope,
With love, with desire,
But now there’s no more
Light with which to light my fire.
Unfinished stories
Unfinished business
Something like this year
Whose end now draws near
Resolutions and solutions
Broken
Started
Restarted
Written and rewritten
In my big book of lies.
As another year passes
The big book reopens
I start anew
This will be the new
New Year
A fresh start
This will be the right one
These will be my new resolutions
These will be my new solutions
For rewriting a new story
As another year fades away
From my once easy to
Write in book
Where now
I cannot seem to find the words
Easily anymore
…Unfinished business
As yet another year goes by
Last year was not the best. Let's see...I had my leg amputated, my father died and worse of all, my dog, Rocky died, after 12 years of being always by ny side. So let's try to make 2011 a little better than last year.
Guess it's time for resolutions...AGAIN! What should I resolve to do this year, that is still left over from last year's resolutions? Well, nothing new. It's still the same stuff as before, but this time, will be different, I tell myself, I tell myself in my big book of lies, as yet another year goes by.
Therefore, this poem...Unfinshed Business...Maybe this year will be better.
Unfinished Business
Cannot seem to find the words
As easily
Anymore,
The words do not flow out of my pen
As they did once before.
So poem after poem
Goes unfinished
Undated
Unsigned,
In my big book of lies.
A book I had once filled
With promises, with hope,
With love, with desire,
But now there’s no more
Light with which to light my fire.
Unfinished stories
Unfinished business
Something like this year
Whose end now draws near
Resolutions and solutions
Broken
Started
Restarted
Written and rewritten
In my big book of lies.
As another year passes
The big book reopens
I start anew
This will be the new
New Year
A fresh start
This will be the right one
These will be my new resolutions
These will be my new solutions
For rewriting a new story
As another year fades away
From my once easy to
Write in book
Where now
I cannot seem to find the words
Easily anymore
…Unfinished business
As yet another year goes by
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Why write?
Here I am, in front of the computer screen, once again, staring blankly at me, awaiting for instructions, for words, for my fingers to start typing away my thoughts of the day.
Not sure what to write about today, except the fact that I need to write...something, anything.
The purpose of a writer is to write, so I write. Books and quotes from famous authors, tell us that, writing is re-writing.
How true that is, but why? I believe that the reason is, is simply, practice.
Whether you're learning a new musical instrument, a new football play or learning to paint. The main mantra is always...practice, practice, practice.
My grandfather, who was a great writer in his own time, always said "A writer must write, write, write. Just like a dog with many fleas must scratch, scratch, scratch."
Use the keyboard or the piece of paper as your "scratch post" instrument, feel the pen gliding and creating new words,which in turn combine sentences, which will finish paragraphs and chapters, where your book, or your thoughts will eventually come to an end. Not the end of your writing, of course, but most probably, the end of that thought, or a poem. Always happily knowing that the end of something will most surely start the beginning of a new idea, a new thought, a new poem.
Just like a photographer, when ne tales a picture, it is never the end. It's the beginning of a process. He must develop the picture, or view it through the viewfinder, and decide whether he likes it or not, and then reset and take another photograph. However, once the subject behind the camera or the object is no longer behind the camera, and that exact shot cannot be re-taken, well, then what? I guess, the answer is, oh well, too bad. However the photographer knows that re=shooting is also a major part of the craft. He may never have a chance at that exact shot again, wishing he could have changed the colors around the subject or making sure the eyes stay open and all is in focus, so he goes back to the camera and tries another shot.
The same as a writer needs to hone his craft constantly. He should always carry a pen, pencil, some paper, or a computer, basically anything that will allow him to write down his thoughts at that exact moment, so they are not lost forever. Just like a photographer, who may never have another shot at that subject that then disappears forever. Out of sight, out of mind, and so goes that moment, that idea, or that thought, that a writer may not be able to summon again.
Thus, writing. IS, re-writing, it's practice, practice, practice. It's making a mistake now, so it can be corrected later. It's finding a mood to write about and being able to feel it and maintain it forever in the same way, every time. It's not about capturing the moment, but more about being able to tell that feel, or that moment to a blind man, being able to make the reader see what you see and feel and try to generate the same type of response to that "blind" reader.
So here we find ourselves at the bottom of the page, filled with thoughts and ideas of which I had no concept that I was going to write about, after I wrote the title, "Why write ?" I bet that if I go back and re-read, i will need to retype this article to submit for publication somewhere, and (barring SpellCheck), I will rewrite something, or add a few words, or take some out, or not even want to submit this letter, at all. But I will not do that now. For now, I will be happy knowing that I have done what I set out to this morning when I first sat in front of the computer, which was, to follow my Nonno's instructions and scratch, scratch, scratch.
Not sure what to write about today, except the fact that I need to write...something, anything.
The purpose of a writer is to write, so I write. Books and quotes from famous authors, tell us that, writing is re-writing.
How true that is, but why? I believe that the reason is, is simply, practice.
Whether you're learning a new musical instrument, a new football play or learning to paint. The main mantra is always...practice, practice, practice.
My grandfather, who was a great writer in his own time, always said "A writer must write, write, write. Just like a dog with many fleas must scratch, scratch, scratch."
Use the keyboard or the piece of paper as your "scratch post" instrument, feel the pen gliding and creating new words,which in turn combine sentences, which will finish paragraphs and chapters, where your book, or your thoughts will eventually come to an end. Not the end of your writing, of course, but most probably, the end of that thought, or a poem. Always happily knowing that the end of something will most surely start the beginning of a new idea, a new thought, a new poem.
Just like a photographer, when ne tales a picture, it is never the end. It's the beginning of a process. He must develop the picture, or view it through the viewfinder, and decide whether he likes it or not, and then reset and take another photograph. However, once the subject behind the camera or the object is no longer behind the camera, and that exact shot cannot be re-taken, well, then what? I guess, the answer is, oh well, too bad. However the photographer knows that re=shooting is also a major part of the craft. He may never have a chance at that exact shot again, wishing he could have changed the colors around the subject or making sure the eyes stay open and all is in focus, so he goes back to the camera and tries another shot.
The same as a writer needs to hone his craft constantly. He should always carry a pen, pencil, some paper, or a computer, basically anything that will allow him to write down his thoughts at that exact moment, so they are not lost forever. Just like a photographer, who may never have another shot at that subject that then disappears forever. Out of sight, out of mind, and so goes that moment, that idea, or that thought, that a writer may not be able to summon again.
Thus, writing. IS, re-writing, it's practice, practice, practice. It's making a mistake now, so it can be corrected later. It's finding a mood to write about and being able to feel it and maintain it forever in the same way, every time. It's not about capturing the moment, but more about being able to tell that feel, or that moment to a blind man, being able to make the reader see what you see and feel and try to generate the same type of response to that "blind" reader.
So here we find ourselves at the bottom of the page, filled with thoughts and ideas of which I had no concept that I was going to write about, after I wrote the title, "Why write ?" I bet that if I go back and re-read, i will need to retype this article to submit for publication somewhere, and (barring SpellCheck), I will rewrite something, or add a few words, or take some out, or not even want to submit this letter, at all. But I will not do that now. For now, I will be happy knowing that I have done what I set out to this morning when I first sat in front of the computer, which was, to follow my Nonno's instructions and scratch, scratch, scratch.
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