From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #81 Reply-To: eda-thoughts@smoe.org Sender: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk eda-thoughts-digest Monday, March 22 1999 Volume 02 : Number 081 * If you ever wish to unsubscribe, send an email to * eda-thoughts-digest-request@smoe.org with ONLY * the word unsubscribe in the body of the email * . * PLEASE :) when you reply to this digest to send a post TO the list, * change the subject to reflect what your post is about. A subject * of Re: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: Hello again ["* Jewel *" ] ET: goofing the night off ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: Something interesting.... [Jason Vierling ] ET: a few thoughts for y'all... [nicole kline ] ET: poem [Lara Ruth ] ET: :) [Miles and Prystowsky ] Re: ET: publishing thoughts and thoughts on competition ["Chris Sylvester] ET: Re: :) ["Kevin Pease" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 21 Mar 1999 21:36:37 PST From: "* Jewel *" Subject: ET: Hello again I angels. I haven't posted to this list in a long time. I've been so busy lately! Well anyways, I thought I'd post some poems I've written since I've last posted. Take care and keep writing! O:) Love Always, *~Kristen~* {{ThE aNgEl StAnDiNg By}} *~Forever~* 3/15/99 When moonlight Spilt your heart Into my arms, I knew our Love Was immortal. Our kisses would never fade. Our stars would never dim. Our passion would never wither. Our souls would remain bound In an eternity- A place called Forever. *~Worship~* 3/19/99 My fingers slip Through the crevices Of your divine lips (Scented of fresh plum), Dripping with passion As my fragile skin Roams the slender features Of your body- Which God created So perfect-strong yet delicate. Two hearts merging, Sinking through time, Worshiping subtle kisses, Conquering all Hopes and dreams- Absorbing Life with Love. *~Untitled~* 2/2/99 I lay breathless My feelings sprawled Across my face. Honesty craves to pour Out through my lips- But I must stay grounded, My feet plastered to the floor, Denying ever walking there- Through the path of shame. So, I, the insecure Shall tell not one soul The truth that cries Behind my heart, The pain that hides Within my core. *~The End~* This is it- The End. You've seized my Heart And left it to weep- To melt in the memories Of a faux Love; Leaving lonely fingers To linger in search For an answer To where yours have gone. Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 22 Mar 1999 03:07:56 -0500 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: goofing the night off Hey everyone :) I bet you all would never expect to see ME up at this hour. Well, my last day of my CoOP job was Friday(the 19th) and my parents are coming later this morning at 10:00 to move me out into my apartment in Philadelphia. I have to say though..I HATE to say "Good Bye" to anyone..even if it's not really good bye. I mean like...y'all probably are sick of me saying of the service fraternity I'm in..but I've been hanging out with the brothers from the chapter at Albright College for the past 6 months. Tonight, I attended their meeting and I gave them a check in the respects of paying dues but really it was just a donation because I'm not from Albright..I'm just visiting their chapter. Well, on April 16th they're having their formal and they were gonna invite Drexel's chapter and then they realized how many people were coming(including me and my prospective date..don't have one yet but I WILL!!!). So I said that if Drexel wasn't invited I probably shouldn't come either..Well, the girl/brother that was telling me all this said "No! Seth, you're coming! You're a brother from both Drexel AND Albright. You're coming and that's that!" and honestly I tell ya...she brought a tear to my eye. I have never felt so belonged in my life. I also have a friend Heidi at Albright(but not in the fraternity) and she may be totally dependent of me emotionally, and sometimes gets annoying about that but still...she's great! Now soon I'll be disconnecting my computer and packing it up. For a week I won't have internet but I'll check my email every now and then from various computers. Wednesday I'm going to Springfield, MO and I'll be there until Sunday evening. I feel like I'm saying good bye to everyone even though it's just a week. I love the chapter at Albright. I love hanging with Heidi. I love talking to you guys and even those of you who I talk to on AOL IM and ICQ. Even during that mega huge debate Kevin and I had last summer. I think this was evident when Mike had put that he was shutting down the list. I actually was breaking down then...I think the line from Edwin McCain's "I'll Be" applies to how I feel about this list, A Phi O at Albright, even the other friends outside of A Phi O that I have..."You're my survival..You're my living proof..My love alive and not dead." Well, I think it's time for me to shut my baby down and go to bed for a few hours. See you all in a week :o) Take care! :) ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 22 Mar 1999 00:35:28 -0800 (PST) From: Jason Vierling Subject: ET: Something interesting.... Concerning Kats feelings on having her work judged , I thought it was interesting that this quote should appear in an interview with Jewel posted to the list I want to share the quote for those of us who missed it...Jewel is speaking about Pieces of You... I cried the first time I heard Pieces Of You,' she confesses. ' I can't listen to it. I've never listened to it again. I was really uncomfortable and self-conscious. I just can't listen to my singing on that record, it doesn't sound like me. I mean, it's a good record for a teenager - it's honest, it's awkward, it's all there - but having it taken so seriously was like having a student's artwork taken seriously. Student art isn't meant to be critiqued. You're supposed to go, "Has potential if she keeps going". One of my favorite authors Robert Heinlen related that the first time he sold one of his stories (I am paraphrasing from memory) he knew he would never again do an honest days work. In other words...he would be doing what his heart bade him to do and he was being paid to do it....so it hardly qualified as work. I would like to find this balance of perception as well to find the courage to put forth some of my fiction and poems,but it hasn't come to be yet. :) Another thought for the great poets here on the list, Emily Dickinson never saw one of her poems published in her lifetime and she is considered one of the great american poets. Her poems were published after her death as she couldn't share them and thought them not worthy of notice. But her heart prompted her to write. So of these two examples...which one is a better viewpoint? I don't know...but I do see a common thread between them.... the fact that no matter the reward (spiritual,socail,monetary,etc) they both pursued what they loved( I see the over-generalization I making here..but roll with it ;] ) and I think that is the real merit to be judged. So share how you will most feel comfortable and realize that is the real beauty of our works here..that they touch others and capture the essence of things...and hey..if you can turn a buck...what the heck! Thanks for listening.... Take Care, Jason V Arunsun on IRC & ICQ Arnsun on AOL IM ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 22 Mar 1999 05:16:33 -0800 (PST) From: nicole kline Subject: ET: a few thoughts for y'all... for all of you on this list who don't know me, my name is nicole. i don't post much, and for this i apologize. i just wanted to give a quick thank you to seth for calling my poetry newsletter phenomenal (i wouldnt go that far, in fact i think it could use a little work, but the compliment hit home anyway!) i also wanted to give a little feedback to winter (kat, i believe her name is). when i was in high school, i was on the literary magazine. well, 'on' wasnt really the word, i sort of ran in with one of the teachers, so i guess i was the editor. the teacher i ran it with took me and three fellow students to a poetry slam. there were over 50 kids in attendance and we all read our poetry out loud to be judged. i had never read my poetry aloud, and i was sooo nervous. i went up there, hands shaking, and it was then that i discovered i had the poem memorized. so i closed my eyes and i gave them that piece of me. that poem meant the world to me. and i won, first place, of all the kids there. i cried. i really did. it was so much more than just the poem that one...it was that piece of my soul...that part of my heart. it was so much more than getting back a piece of paper saying 'congratulations! your the winner!' which i have gotten with that poem before. that poem has also been published in several other places....but i will never, in all my life, feel that any other thing ihave ever written will compare to it. dont get me wrong...it wasnt because i won. i have thought that about the poem since i wrote it when i was 16, and i am now 20. no one can tell me what i write is good, or somehting i wrote is better. i will always love and adore that poem, and it is my own self consciousness and lack of faith in myself that makes me think ill never top that poem, not because some old beatnick poet decided mine was the best out of a slew of teenage thought. it's all about what YOU think, and no one can take that away from you. i say, get it published. when i publish my poetry, it's not about me. i might look at it once, and then never look at it again. but others wili look, and those others will say, i totally relate, and they will be amazed that you could get their thoughts into words. i like to share because i like to make people aware that:they are not the only ones who feel the way they do. i try to make people feel less alone in the world. and if that means sharing myself, then hell, thats no problem...sharing yourself is like hugs, they are free and they make people happy. that's just my thought on the matter....some bad, and some good. i would also like to tell you that i would be honored if you would contribute your poetry to my poetry mag that i put out via email. seth is in it, naomi is in it. maybe it's not your thing, but you can feel free to check one out, if you have doubts. i would love to add you to my list of submitters, and i know that i for one can relate with what you write. in fact, i really love the things you write. this invitation is for everyone on the list, by the way. so i hope i cleared up my point of view on the idea.... nicole tiny raining angel _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: 22 Mar 99 12:24:29 CST From: Naomi Vaughn Subject: ET: good news!!! hey angels, i just wanted to let you all know that we just got the test results for Faith, they came back normal! she's going to be okay!!! :) I i gotta go, love y'all!! ever, Naomi ____________________________________________________________________ More than just email--Get your FREE Netscape WebMail account today at http://home.netscape.com/netcenter/mail ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 22 Mar 1999 14:23:47 -0600 From: Lara Ruth Subject: ET: poem Here's a poem I wrote last night... It's all been determined My worrying The shiver running up my spine and the dizziness overtaking my head will not change what's meant to be If you aren't meant for me no amount of effort from my direction can ever change that And if your eyes weren't meant to linger in my direction my life will go one and there will be others willing to take your place life goes on... - --Lara ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 22 Mar 1999 14:46:19 -0800 From: Miles and Prystowsky Subject: ET: :) hi everyone, okay, so i take a few days' break from zoning out on the computer, and NOW you guys decide to write. something doesn't seem right! well, first...published? ha, ha, no, me, never, never been published. i think my friend put a poem in her little personal zine recently but other than that... mmm, there are lots of "kat insights" going around now, naomi sent some good tangible "poem pieces" (what i just decided to call our short poems), someone (sorry i don't remember your name) sent gobs and gobs of very very good stuff (congrats! you...whoever you are...are excellent, in my mind), and rachel has put out some wonderful poems, too. everybody's spurting, and i'm not feeling like being long and rambling and "thoughtful." :) now that i am gonna call ironic. all i can say is...mhmm, and nice going people. "y'all" are just so damn talented, i wish i could put all my brain power right now on saying something interesting, but really, as you can see, it's not gonna happen. i picked up my mom from the airport last night, and realized only then that i wasn't exactly matching in clothes - striped socks (really cool though, and hidden), olive green cord shoes, an ankle-long floral blue/brown/white skirt, a red/black/gray t-shirt that says "joe cornell, cornell university" and a red/black checkered flannel shirt. eh? am i something or what. that along with my canvas-ish shoulder bag (complete with notebook) and i rather looked like a regular beat-girl. my mom said it looked "cute" anyway. so, i decided on a similar outfit for today. :) what can i say? it's comfortable. (though i doubt i would wear it around too much - i'm not that crazy.) let's see...i have my reasons...trying to relax today (omagod, wow). i'm actually reading again. i finished "tambourines to glory" by langston hughes (interesting...i only read it because it's by langston hughes...it's about two women in harlem who start a non denominational church). i have a "books to read" list that's pages long (at least, written out by hand), an...well, anyway. reading lord alfred tennyson's poetry, and william carlos williams (he is one of the biggest spirits of my inspiration), shakespeare's "taming of the shrew," that french revolution book i told you about, "the teenage liberation handbook" (so so so amazing, by grace llewellyn, just love that grace don't we summer [she ran the camp we went to], if you read this you will quit school), and...well the list goes on. a literary feast. :) just writing in my diary when i do, discovering all kinds of cool and delicious quotes and prose and yummy things. so i'm sure, now, you all will forgive me if i'm not terribly...devoted...to commenting on everyone's everything right now. love & other indoor sports, - -sam the ? angel "tis a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, and signifying nothing" -w. s. (p.s. don't take that ^ to literally interpret what i said.) (p.p.s. kevin - your email still bounces.) ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 22 Mar 1999 15:30:37 PST From: "Chris Sylvester" Subject: Re: ET: publishing thoughts and thoughts on competition >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> lets say i suck and the judges send me one of those letters saying, "you have talent but give it time" basically telling me that i'm not good. after my ego falls to pieces, i deal with rejection on my most intimate emotions, how could i write again? the rejection would kill me, i''m not stong enough to handle that. i hope some of this makes sense kat >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> hey'yall! this is my first post to the EDA THOUGHTS list, but i'll save the intro for later (so i like to build suspense ;) ) just wanted to say HEY, and to say something to kat: AMEN! i fully agree with you on that. it would KILL me if someone told me they hated something i wrote from the bottom of my soul. and of course, there are some things from the bottom of my soul that will always remain there, so nobody can tell me how much they don't like it. well, that's my schpiel for now. i'll talk more when you all get to laugh at my poetry (hehe...). C_YA! ~Chris, the angel who'se just learning to fly NJROTC4EVER Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 22 Mar 1999 19:57:20 -0500 From: "Kevin Pease" Subject: ET: Re: :) >> Sam writes: >[...] >[she ran the camp we went to], if you read this you will quit school), ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ So where the heck was she when *I* was in school, huh? :) (I assume that the "quitting school" part would be done in order to pursue some other ("non-traditional") avenue of education? :) I just finished a good, but really sort of weird, book named "Last Summer At Mars Hill" by a woman named Elizabeth Hand. I love her writing, but the stories she writes are just sort of... well, weird. Hard to describe without telling the story. :) She's written some other books that are also pretty weird, but good, too (Waking The Moon, Winterlong, The Glimmering). If you don't mind vaguely freaky books, I recommend her writing. It's this sort of post-apocalyptic/science fiction/Anne Rice type of thing going on there. >(p.p.s. kevin - your email still bounces.) Thanks, I've lodged yet another complaint with them. I'd ask you to email me a copy of the error message, but down that road lies insanity. :) If they don't straighten this out right quick, I'm going to have to do something drastic, like start PAYING for my email service. :) Kevin - ---------- Kevin Pease kbpease@boston.crosswinds.net ICQ UIN: 3106063 AOL IM: kbpease http://www.crosswinds.net/boston/~kbpease/ "I know it's been quite a long time since I / Sang a hymn without guilt in my eyes / But I believe he truly wouldn't care 'cause if you / Really tried he'd save a place for you there..." ---(Sarah Slean, "John XXIII")--- ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #81 *********************************