From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #216 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 Sunday, July 25 1999 Volume 02 : Number 216 * 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: the first session is over for now ["a poet on 'Bleeker Street'" ] ET: . ["kat winters" ] ET: poem and stuff :o) [Seth Fulmer ] ET: my take on Baz Luhrman's "Sunscreen" [Courtney M Gordon ] ET: Finally: My NEW Jewel site :-)) ["Roel Cobben" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 25 Jul 1999 01:11:10 -0400 (EDT) From: "a poet on 'Bleeker Street'" Subject: ET: the first session is over for now "the first session" by John Khuu 7/25/1999, s12:00am/e12:29am i laid down sobbing death in my head throbbing i reached for the small knife and in my hand i choked life tears blinding me a kamikaze quite quiet but crazy the blade gleamed with the darkness like my soul in this habitual loneliness sobs thrashing to a beat my love, my life-each a deceit suicidal guilt love my angel fell from above end this game kill my pain. . . the first slit left a pink mark but the second made its mark a bit of blood stuck left for me to suck the pain and tears throbbed my only heart robbed my wrist on fire my heart with one desire death makes the man suicide is my stance the third enlarged the latter but my heart already shattered. . . i wait for her to tell me the truth so maybe my pains she will soothe but i've jumped already to the end and slit too far but not deep on my skin for now pain assuaged but death in rage the fourth incision awaits while my teeth roughly grates each second another agony in this endless self-pity. . . i love her i need her my salvation from my drowning i hate me i'll kill me knife clapsed in my hand soon i'll be a man. . . - --end of poem-- ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 25 Jul 1999 01:18:24 EDT From: BRONCOBAND@aol.com Subject: ET: poem :) The night My daddy died teardrops filled my eyes as silence filled my ears and desperation filled my mind an explosion of emotion overwhelming my skin and my inside hits slow motion confusion from within it happens every night when i lie down to sleep daddy hits the floor again helpless, torn, and weak the dreams that send me flying now have daddy dying and leave my dear soul crying inside daddy's little girl too young to let go never let go daddy Never let go of the dream that has me saying "Here's your grandpa, sweetie pie." I just got back from visiting my dad for a week. This is how seeing him made me feel...thanks for listening...er...um...reading. Have a great day! Laura ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 25 Jul 1999 01:30:43 EDT From: "kat winters" Subject: ET: i'm baaackkkk angels some of you know me, some of you don't. but it's kat and yup, i'm back. life got crazy and insane and i went along with the madness. but things are starting to get normal again. i'm going to the tori amos concert in tampa on aug 20 and jewel on aug 28 in palm beach. i haven't seen either yet, so i'm excited. going to college, working, all the typical stuff bringing me down. kat imperfect angel _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 25 Jul 1999 00:34:15 EDT From: "kat winters" Subject: ET: . hey angels, it's me kat (if you remember, winters@sunline.net) anyhow, i have a new email address. just wondering if this goes through and if i can rejoin the list. i've missed you guys *goofy grin* going to see jewel for the first time in palm beach aug. 28! kat imperfect angel ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 25 Jul 1999 01:41:36 -0400 (EDT) From: Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: poem and stuff :o) Hello angels :o) This is more than just a poem..I'd like to catch up with you all :) I'm not even gonna go into my social relationship situation yet. Friday night I was going to see Jewel in Holmdel, NJ but didn't get to(it's a long story, but in the end I guess I wasn't meant to see her Friday) do so. So, instead, I went to see "The Haunting" once it was past the point of no return in time...and I adored it! It's one of those movies that should have the warning label at the door "If you are pregnant or have heart problems, don't watch this movie" because my heart rate was tripled by the end. Then tonight was a surprise bday party for this guy that I live with, and this girl and I got into a debate because she said the movie sucked...not really so much an argument but a spirited debate and we both know how to speak our minds. However, instead of seeing "The Haunting" for a 2nd time, I got to see "Mask of Zorro" cuz that's what we watched. It was pretty good and I am determined to get the kiss scene at the end as an image for my Windows Wallpaper! Before the party, I found out though that my one friend Bob and his girlfriend Bethany broke up...Bob was a good friend of mine and Bethany a so-so friend of mine(I associated with her because my sister's name is Bethany). I was under the impression that they were in a good relationship and he was going to propose to marry her too. I dunno, but it sorta hit me. After the movie was over and the cake was cut, I saw someone had brought out a bottle of Southern Comfort and I had never had any of that. So I asked my friend Cindy to pour me a drink with it in so I'd know the taste...and she insisted on not getting me drunk even though I asked her to add more in. This was around 12:30 so I figured, if I'm going to bed soon, why not? Well, I poured Orange soda in with it and it's not a bad drink :) But now, instead of forgetting about Bob/Bethany..I'm thinking more about them. Almost immediately after I was told, I wrote this poem which I have yet to title. I didn't send it off then because they were about to start the movie, but I probably should have. The poem doesn't seem complete. It's not about anyone in specific but I've been thinking of writing a poem with "I don't want to be loved" in there and it just went from there...If someone thinks otherwise or has a way to complete it or knows a good title for it, I'll take suggestions :) Well, I'm going to bed now. Good night! - --------------------------- 7/24/99 by Seth D. Fulmer I don't want to be loved I don't want your happy smile I don't want to feel the heartbreak When you tell me you're a child A fourteen year old goddess wearing the breasts of twenty-one A girl with legs that make the gods bow down to lay in hell You make me smile;You make me laugh You rock my heart until I burst I run up to the crowded streets and want to rip her clothes to shreds To present you that ring, that symbol of pure happiness To an angel of your calliber, you must have really earned it. ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 25 Jul 1999 02:47:46 -0500 From: Courtney M Gordon Subject: ET: my take on Baz Luhrman's "Sunscreen" Poem/parody/creative drool members of the male species reading this don't beep your horns. All my other advice may be disproven by some, but if i can offer you one piece of dating advice that has been proven over time it would be this. Don't beep your horns. Knock on the door. Ring the door bell. We know you have a car. but it is not an adequate call saying "i'm here to take you out". Call. use the phone, you know the number, so use it. Don't call us your ex girlfriend's name. Don't call us Pam or Britney. use our name, chances are you'll get a more favorable response. but please remember, don't beep your horns. Not only will that piss off the mothers, but it could keep us in the house, which the door that you should be knocking on is a part of. brag. about how awesome we are, to your friends. No locker room talk. Do not give our pets or little sisters mohawks. Not a good idea. This will not only leave you dateless, but will also wierd out our parents. But try to remember do not beep your horns. Don't light your pubic hair on fire in public (or anywhere else) in order to impress us. It won't work, and if done too many times, something else might not work either. It's a lose - lose situation. Don't try to blame the Playboy in your room on your friends. No guy would leave something that valuable behind. Remember our anniversary, forget the t.v. remote is your best friend. but please, remember not to beep your horns. ~~~~~~~~ questions, comments, welcome with open arms love and luck always Courtney ___________________________________________________________________ Get the Internet just the way you want it. Free software, free e-mail, and free Internet access for a month! Try Juno Web: http://dl.www.juno.com/dynoget/tagj. ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 25 Jul 1999 03:00:31 EDT From: "kat winters" Subject: ET: walking back into the past well angels, my parents are in Poland right now visiting my brother. i lived there for a few years. at first in this house out in middle of this village, i hated those years. but my last 6 months were spent in this apartment, right near the square.it was beautiful and held a strong history. in the basement were little rooms which the Jews during WWII tried to hide in, you can feel such strenght inside the anciant buildings. i would lay on my bed by the window and hear the city. the drunken' men coming home singing, the cars. i thought i was horrible in speaking Polish, but there in that apartment, was the first time that i had a fluent Polish conversation. in that apartment we would cook from scratch because we couldn't find noodles. we would throw the noodles up at the large ceilings to see if they would stick. that apartment turned into my home, my safety in Poland. the time in Poland which i look back on with a smile. the doors has grafiti of KS (which we had no clue what it meant, perhaps a gang?!) anyhow, my parents passed the apartment the other day. the called me up to let me know. KS is still there they told me in laughter. but it's now an office. AN OFFICE. where my toaster once was is now a fax. where i would sleep and listen to the outside world is now where a desk is sitting. those long dinner conversations now are where meetings are held. i hope one of my damn noodles falls on one of their heads! i can't explain it, but i felt such pain when they told me. i'm going to backpack through europe in sept/oct. i'm spending some time back in Poland. going back, trying to understand myself better. yet somehow, i feel like something sacred has been taken from me. filing cabinets have replace the photo frames. this place which i once called home is now an office, a 9 to 5 job place where people watch the clock and hope to go home soon. the place where i first figured out who i am in life is no longer so beautiful in the present. it's all memories which only i have and my family. a part of me wants to rip up my plane tickets and not go back to that place. i dont want to deal with the changes. the ATM machines and cell phones. i miss the simplicity that was once there. just felt like getting that out *S* thanks kat imperfect angel _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 25 Jul 1999 10:32:45 +0200 From: "Roel Cobben" Subject: ET: Finally: My NEW Jewel site :-)) Dear EDAs, I want to let you all know that I just put up my completely NEW Jewel site!!! Go to: and find many many new things :-) Leave a message on the messageboard, add your link to the Jewel links, vote in a Jewel poll ...... lots of new things :-) I'm very curious what you all think about my site ... Please leave a message on the messageboard or email me privately ... Thanx a lot and enjoy my site :-) Seeya ... Roel, The Other Everyday Angel. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ICQ# 16784628 "Where are my angels? Where's my golden one? Where's my hope now that my heros have gone?" Amen by Jewel Kilcher ~~ Jewel, The Everyday Angel @ http://www.r-cobben.demon.nl http://EveryDayAngels.net/RoelJewel ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 25 Jul 1999 04:54:53 -0700 (PDT) From: Jason Vierling Subject: ET: NJC: 1st Ever Southern California EDAs Foodbank Volunteer Day!!!! Hi Angels, I am pleased to announce to the lists at large what the So Cal local list has been planning for the month of July. A week from today (Sat July 31st) a stalwart group of us So Cal EDAs (and friends) are going to descend upon the Los Angeles Regional Foodbank and volunteer for the day. This proves to be both a fun and rewarding effort as the Foodbank is always in need of helping hands. The Los Angeles Regional FoodBank is a 55,000 sq ft distribution center that supports thru food donations and other programs over 810 different charities in the Los Angeles area. Our main activities will be checking for food viability, cleaning, and stacking foodstuffs (nothing to intensive) and we will all be working together. We plan to arrive at the Foodbank at 12pm and depart at 4pm. Also, for those interested, a group of us will be heading down to San Diego the night b4 for some live music. Afterwards, those that wish to head to my (Jason's) house for continued merriment and eventual sleep are welcome and so invited to do so (email me for details). This group will be caravaning from my house to the FoodBank. If you are interested in going to either day or both, but lack a ride (or are willing to drive others)...please be sure to contact Lori(larthur@Exchange.FULLERTON.EDU) as she is coordinating that aspect. The foodbank is located just off the 10 fwy at 1734 East 41st Street Los Angeles CA 90058-1502 Phone # (323) 234 3030 Find the 10 fwy (accessible from the 91,101,5,60,etc..consult maps.yahoo.com for driving instructions to the 10 fwy/address listed above) heading toward Alameda st on 10 west Take the exit for ALAMEDA STREET. Merge onto E 14TH ST. Turn LEFT onto S ALAMEDA ST. Turn RIGHT onto E 41ST ST. on 10 east Take the ALAMEDA STREET exit. Turn RIGHT onto S ALAMEDA ST. Turn RIGHT onto E 41ST ST ***NOTE*** To those traveling the 710....Yahoo lists an alternate route not involving the 10fwy...This route involves (in my opinion) too many surface street changes and extended travel over them...please be very aware of this fact...the 10fwy is very close to the Foodbank and nearly due north of the Foodbanks position...I suggest this as the quickest,easiest way in and out. Lets be safe driving in LA :) If anyone has questions of any kind about any aspect of this endeavor please feel free to call me at home (909) 245 2417. Otherwise, email ME or the SoCal list and I shall do my utmost to answer. To Sum Up Friday the 30th Excursion to SD for live music Sat the 31st Volunteer Day @ LA Regional Foodbank Noon to 4pm :) Possible continuing Gathering on Sun night 4 VH1 Storytellers Premiere I hope that all the SoCal EDAs that have the time or inclination come out for what promises to be a crowning moment in EDA activities here in Southern California :) Lori and I hope to see you all there and thank you for your continued support and friendship. Take Care Angels, Jason V EveryDay Angels Foundation Arunsun on IRC & ICQ Arnsun on AOL IM _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 25 Jul 1999 20:43:25 -0400 From: Kristin A Maynard Subject: ET: Hey and a couple poems Hey guys, Wow I haven't posted in forever, like since last October or November. I'm still alive I'm just a lurker. I found some poetyr I wrote a couple months ago and I wanted to share it with you guys, it's not my best work but hey.... Kristin The Leo Lovin' Angel This one I amde with one of those magnectic poetry things Magnet Dark truth is raining down on me Reality has eclipsed my laughter Curse the day I ran from his devotion, and lost my only love I was scared of commitment, scared of being tied down But now I realize how foolish I was to leave He was a rare treasure, a kindred soul He was mine to love, and I was his to love back I shall pray in vain, for that day when my love will forgive me Until then I will struggle to survive in the darkness without him #2 Just this morning I was as happy as I could be I got a great new job, and I had you Then tonight you called and everything changed when you said you couldn't see me anymore My world came crashing down around me I exploded with anger I welled up with tears Why do you change so quickly? How can you go from loving me to hating me like a light switch? How can you be holding me one minute and pushing me away the next? I can't understand you sometimes, but I love you anyway Right now I love you and I hate you at the same time I hope that you will someday comprehend the pain you are putting me through My thoughts are so confused, so jarbled, even I can't understand myself Please hear my cry for help and bring back my world ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #216 **********************************