Below are the 8 most recent journal entries recorded in Stephen Spataro's LiveJournal:

Wednesday, January 7th, 2004
8:24 pm	Ciao Ragazzi!!! Hey guys. Those of you who could have, should have come with me to the land of Mario. This place is so old and romantic and the lighting is such that Rome looks like those cheesy 1930's French romantic pictures. Good shit. The location of my hotel is great, I went out for a walk and low and behold in a few minutes there was the Colloseum. I can actually see how mario went digging for artifacts because there are ruins everywhere. Only this city of eternity could produce a devine man like Mario. I went to a few clubs, drink alot of vino, walk around alot, and do alot of lounging around talking. Everything here is so laid back, slow moving, and traditional. The markets with the old ladies in the town squares conjures a place stuck in the 19th century. I will soon rent a scooter, get a scarf, and pull up to someone and say I swear swave as hell, "Ciao!". Tell me what's up with you guys. Arrivedirci! (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, December 26th, 2002
4:21 am	Ahh Sasha, you are a big teddy bear. Good Shit. I never thought you materialistic. I saw it as direction and as a distict fulfillment of the American Dream despite my cheap Jew jokes. No man is poor who has friends. "Here's to my brother (Sasha), the richest man in town". I suppose you might guess what movie that's from. Thom, we held five seconds of silence for you. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, August 24th, 2002
5:02 am	Hey, you see here. Fall is the grandest of all seasons. It represents the miracle of death. One can't have the birth of spring without the sweet deadness of fall. Think of it. With Autumn comes crisp clean air, the pleasant smell of fireplaces, holloween, colourful folliage, apple picking, Thanksgiving, the aucoustically pleasing sound of walking on crispy leaves, long sleeves, pants, jackets, and best of all no one can wear sandals! I pray this fall isn't as dreadfully warm as the last. Ohh gee-willikers! I nearly forgot that most of the Christmas season is in the fall. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 17th, 2002
6:57 pm	ciao! Hello personages! I miss you guys. Seeing everyone again allows me to come to grips that I must eventually come home again. Home is a place I must say I like very much. Today I saw the birthplace of democracy,went to the top of the Acropolis, and ran all the way around the orginal olympic stadium track for the hell of it. I also came upon the Temple of Posiedon in Attica. The site is among the most beautiful in the world with striking blue-green water spakling like a million diamonds in the sunlight, islands in the distance, and a view like none other. I could just picture the romantic poet, Lord Byron, gazing in awe at the sunset from a top this mountain of ruins. The good gentleman was appearently quite the hoodlum for he carved his name into the temple. I rather enjoyed reading James' highlights of his day from last week. You knock de lighthouse hill down like none other. Poison ivy is a wretched disease, isn't she? Well tell me of your lives. I'll be checking my e-mail regularly. ohh yeah; Vin I must know of the Canadian on goings. Be well my friends, for our travels to the land of Canadia, will do us all much good. PS my e-mail is stephenspataro@msn.com (Comment on this)
Monday, July 8th, 2002
1:48 pm	Nothing brings one back better than smells or or sounds. Music or a perfume can make feel as though he is actually in a place or time in his past. This I believe is a blessing. For the past half year or so I've become obsessed with the concept of memory. During the end of the Jaime period and it's coicidence with the end of high school I fully realize how much of our lives we forget. I doubt any of you remember more than fourty days out of a 365 year, not including more recent years. Eventually the 80 days you remembered last year will decrease to maybe 10 or so. That figures to about 2.7% of your time which you remember; not that I'm a memory scholar of any sort with these figures I'm rattling off. Not remembering so much of our lives brings to me great philosophical questions like what's the point in doing the mundane if one won't remember it. The answer is then to do only the extradinary, but the extradinary will only become the norm, the mundane and eventually forgotten. For example these past few months and the months to come have given me my first time, graduation, the prom, wildwood, phillie, my birthday, europe, canada, etc, but because I'm doing so much at once, I will have less time to absorb it all and consequently will remember less. So what is the point in doing things to make us happy in they can only make us happy for the brief moment it passes. I suppose that is a purpose unto itself, but I derive most of my pleasure from remembering pleasurable experiences. I've gotten countless hours of happiness remembering my trip to Britain and Ireland; perhaps more than I even spent there. So I will continue laboriously writing down my experiences so they're not to be forgotten, spending my time trying to remember the things I'm doing even as I'm doing them, and enjoying my life. I think we all should try to derive more joy in our much fortunate lives. (Comment on this)
Sunday, July 7th, 2002
10:08 pm	Post Script: My prior posting was not to make Tory feel better or any shit like that, it was more of a confessional. (Comment on this)
10:06 pm	Hey Tory. I haven't looked at these live journal postings once yet. I was just telling the cows how I missed you and that I'm looking forward to seeing you soon. Because I haven't checked your postings and because I haven't seen you recently, I wasn't at all aware of what was going on in your life. I'm sorry if I haven't been there for you. I've been enjoying mine and Jodi's final days together among other things and I was planning on making up for lost time with you when school starts. I realize now that's not the right way to manage a friendship. I'm afraid I cannot yet comment on your present condition, but I can say that as distant as you may feel and as little as I've seen you, our friendship will always be near my heart. Your problem, I presume is also your greatest trait, your ability to think. (Comment on this)
Thursday, June 6th, 2002
7:06 pm	i have livejournal! woohoo (3 Comments |Comment on this)