rob macchio. - ProfilesArchive

About Me

i have freckles. i love to acronym as much as possible. i say nation and son often in everyday conversation.

My Interests

family. friends. applesauce. peanut butter. maple syrup. and cranberry sauce. paddy wagon cruisin'

Music:

DOVES. inspector owl. kylie minogue. headlights. junior boys. the knife. kelis. nas. kings of convenience. the turtles. clor. m83. the whitest boy alive. this mess is mine. the red jumpsuit apparatus. minus the bear. erlend oye. keyshia cole. editors. peter, bjorn and john. little dice. elliot smith. ulrich schnauss. the notwist. mum. brandy. grizzly bear. lali puna. manitoba. seelenluft. teddy bears. anything gibbard, tamborello, or lewis. especially dntel and especially death cab.

Movies:

karate kid. hard candy. proof. what the bleep? down the rabbit hole. the house of sand and fog. x-men. the squid and the whale. bloodsport. dragonheart. the kingdom. adventures in babysitting. breakfast at tiffany's:"You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-You-Are? You're chicken. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, 'Okay, life's a fact.' People DO fall in love. People do belong to each other. Because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness. You call yourself a free spirit, a wild thing, yet you're terrified that somebody's gonna put you in a cage. Well, baby, you're already in a cage and you built it yourself. And it's not bound on the east by Somali Land or on the west by Tulip, Texas. It's everywhere you go. Because no matter where you run, you're always going to end up running into yourself."

Television:

football. 24. the secret world of alex mack. law and order. people's court. pete and pete. futurama. EEK! the cat.MSNBC. x-men: the animated series. dirty, sexy, money. k*ville.

Books:

cat and mouse, the dictionary.

My Blog

a biography of fleeting logic.

It's a slow deterioration of the great design; when the spiraling amount of death proves greater than the unfortunate protean life. My smile seeks out to protect from the realization that I am failing...
Posted by rob macchio. on Thu, 30 Aug 2007 10:53:00 PST

even abstract can be as simple as orange.

Careless trekking will be the death of it, and we are all trekking.Always in route of something, of some orange.So I slow pace as danger's illumination transitions into an inevitable awestruck. For fe...
Posted by rob macchio. on Sat, 18 Aug 2007 12:02:00 PST

coast line.

so go on. i see you heading for the coast line. and these ocean clouds are moving north while you fade away south. but the end has never seemed so promising. as the moon shines and flutters upon the ...
Posted by rob macchio. on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 04:27:00 PST

misplaced heartbeats don't sing.

I tried. I tried. My patience is worn. I cant make it work. I've done all I can to keep you an ally . I wanted to be your soldier, but I didn't have the potency. The enemy is instability, and that's a...
Posted by rob macchio. on Mon, 25 Jun 2007 12:25:00 PST

lost transformations.

And I'm watching the line break as blue sky bursts into pink and dark purples, night looming near. The still heat of burning sun and humid atmosphere recedes to a gentle breeze, cool air drifting in....
Posted by rob macchio. on Mon, 18 Jun 2007 10:50:00 PST

(a [quaint?] cinquain).

Concrete fingers to flesh Pour over the fresh dirt, despite his heart's endeavor To appease the struggling populace because passion trumps pride, and so concrete to soil mesh;Though not for the ideal ...
Posted by rob macchio. on Thu, 26 Apr 2007 07:50:00 PST

in remembrance.

little baby boy such a big world. such little hands. caught in this trap. where the ones who deliver them. tend to chew them up. you didn't get spit out. a script in bitter paradox. fell beh...
Posted by rob macchio. on Mon, 08 Jan 2007 11:59:00 PST

you are more than this stream.

They will try to get what's best from you until you have nothing better to offer. They will throw their garbage into you. Polluting the truths that reside in you. Toxins dilutin...
Posted by rob macchio. on Sun, 17 Dec 2006 03:30:00 PST

look up

I have a secret in my pocket and it's for you. I scribbled it on a napkin with a pen that died half way through. It's nothing too spectacular; just quaint and nice. I think it su...
Posted by rob macchio. on Mon, 11 Dec 2006 03:10:00 PST

take my hand, kiss my face, confess the sins you have yet to commit.

Hello, Love: I fear you have been lost somewhere between here and the fiction that is possibility; that place where your solitude brews and your heart beats true. Unfortunately, yours is ...
Posted by rob macchio. on Wed, 18 Oct 2006 03:51:00 PST