From: owner-ecto-digest@smoe.org (ecto-digest) To: ecto-digest@smoe.org Subject: ecto-digest V14 #206 Reply-To: ecto@smoe.org Sender: owner-ecto-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-ecto-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk ecto-digest Monday, July 27 2009 Volume 14 : Number 206 To unsubscribe: e-mail ecto-digest-request@smoe.org and put the word unsubscribe in the message body. Today's Subjects: ----------------- RE: ecto-digest V14 #205 [Adam Kimmel ] RE: the LUCKY Adam Kimmel... [Alberto ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 26 Jul 2009 04:49:37 -0800 From: Adam Kimmel Subject: RE: ecto-digest V14 #205 > to Leelee Sobieski. > > Um, perhaps I have the wrong Adam Kimmel :) > Holy cow, what on EARTH do I get up to when I drink? Unfortunately, I'm one of three Adam Kimmels that I know of, and the least successful of all of us. I suspect it's the cinematographer who got lucky with Ms Sobieski, although it could have been the clothes designer. 'Cos I've looked all through the house and I can't see any trace of her, unless she's the one that's been stealing my cheese. Adam K ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 26 Jul 2009 09:59:49 -0700 (PDT) From: Alberto Subject: RE: the LUCKY Adam Kimmel... - --- On Sun, 7/26/09, Adam Kimmel wrote: Holy cow, what on EARTH do I get up to when I drink? Unfortunately, I'm one of three Adam Kimmels that I know of, and the least successful of all of us. I suspect it's the cinematographer who got lucky with Ms Sobieski, although it could have been the clothes designer. 'Cos I've looked all through the house and I can't see any trace of her, unless she's the one that's been stealing my cheese. Adam K - ----------- I saw Leelee's dramatic recitation of her tribute poem to the Sept. 11 attacks on Jay Leno delivered with such absolute conviction, and it's a truly horrifying image to have indelibly seared into ones psychic archives. Believe it. So I have to congratulate you on being the lucky Adam Kimmel... the one who does NOT wake up to such cringeworthy poetic genius... Couldn't find video, but that may be sensory overload for the faint-hearted Ectoids among us. But, just reading the poem will give a hint of the sheer magnitude of the debacle... I, for one, can never again be clean... This Day And All The Rest One day. One. More than another. The other, that day, those people, too many, too personal, but not. People you know know, but you yourself know not. Crashing down, all frown, hurting, walking, silently screaming, slowly running, often feeling nothing. Seeing the lucky ones fleeing, seeing those trapped inside. Cry. Cry. It's OK. It's not OK. Smile if it's natural Feel alive. The president speaks, The situation reeks an act of war. I enter my room, close the door Sit here. Here where buildings do not fall to the floor. we young will experience much more future, liberty, the freedom to mope about in poetry. My brother I love you. Old friends and family too. Safe for now glad to know I'm alive with all of you. Feel what is real feel later heal. One. One person feeling the same as all the rest. Please let us act and do what is best. ------------------------------ End of ecto-digest V14 #206 ***************************