From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #299 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, October 18 1999 Volume 02 : Number 299 * 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: Poem (If She Were) [Christopher Overholser ] ET: My new poem...... ["Jeremy Hodgins" ] ET: Why did the chicken cross the road? ["Jeremy Hodgins" ] Re: ET: Who's Poems are these?????? ["~* cymbaline *~" Subject: ET: Poem (If She Were) All comments are welcome! If she were If she were an animal, Isabel would be a dove, Embodying kindness, innocence, peace, and love. If she were a flower, Isabel would be a lily, the living incarnation of perfection, cleanliness, and purity. If she were an angel, Isabel would be the same. She is an angel in all ways save name. ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 16 Oct 1999 22:04:25 PDT From: "Jeremy Hodgins" Subject: ET: My new poem...... EDA's, I worte this poem based on an experience i had recently on a sydney tran.......comments are welcome, as always. NEWS. Train rumbbles into another station The cops get off And a mother gets on The other people's fellings I sense Loudly they whisper "She'a Aboriginal" And I, not felling that Are the minority But then her intoxication Becomes sgrivated by her son And she steps towards him And like him I cringe She iditically beats him I ask the man with her (husband?boyfriend?de-facto?) What are you going to do? She turns on me And the minority spilts; I am put in my place But I do not stay there I get the security gaurds A carage down When I return The scholars are still reading thier newspapers And the guards stop What I couldn't, and what they wouldn't. And I muse, About the readers on the train If the headline had been What I saw and what you didn't Would you have seen it? I doubt it, but You remember she was Aboriginal And thats the decease you'll Spread to your Friends. There ya' go! Jeremy. :) **The Scorpion, Peace Loving, and Kind & Gentle Angel!** My ICQ number is 42872979. Please visit my homepage and sign my guestbook? http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Nebula/9655 Around Yahoo! chatrooms I'm know as scorpius_48 "There are pleanty of people who have prayed for peace, But if praying were enough it would have come to be." Jewel, Life Uncommon. ________________________________________________________________ Get FREE voicemail, fax and email at http://voicemail.excite.com Talk online at http://voicechat.excite.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 17 Oct 1999 03:55:12 PDT From: "Jeremy Hodgins" Subject: ET: Why did the chicken cross the road? AN ONGOING QUESTION: Why did the chicken cross the road? KINDERGARTEN TEACHER: To get to the other side. PLATO: For the greater good. ARISTOTLE: It is the nature of chickens to cross roads. KARL MARX: It was an historical inevitability. TIMOTHY LEARY: Because that's the only trip the establishment would let it take. SADDAM HUSSEIN: This was an unprovoked act of rebellion and we were quite justified in dropping 50 tons of nerve gas on it. RONALD REAGAN: I forget. CAPTAIN JAMES T. KIRK: To boldly go where no chicken has gone before. HIPPOCRATES: Because of an excess of phlegm in its pancreas. ANDERSEN CONSULTING: Deregulation of the chicken's side of the road was threatening its dominant market position. The chicken was faced with significant challenges to create and develop the competencies required for the newly competitive market. Andersen Consulting, in a partnering relationship with the client, helped the chicken by rethinking its physical distribution strategy and implementation processes. Using the Poultry Integration Model (PIM), Andersen helped the chicken use its skills, methodologies, knowledge, capital and experiences to align the chicken's people, processes and technology in support of its overall strategy within a Program Management framework. Andersen Consulting convened a diverse cross-spectrum of road analysts and best chickens along with Anderson consultants with deep skills in the transportation industry to engage in a two-day itinerary of meetings in order to leverage their personal knowledge capital, both tacit and explicit, and to enable them to synergize with each other in order to achieve the implicit goals of delivering and successfully architecting and implementing an enterprise-wide value framework across the continuum of poultry cross-median processes. The meeting as held in a park-like setting, enabling and creating an impactful environment which was strategically based, industry-focused, and built upon a consistent, clear, and unified market message and aligned with the chicken's mission, vision, and core values. This was conducive towards the creation of a total business integration solution. Andersen Consulting helped the chicken change to become more successful. LOUIS FARRAKHAN: The road, you see, represents the black man. The chicken 'crossed' the black man in order to trample him and keep him down. MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.: I envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross roads without having their motives called into question. MOSES: And God came down from the Heavens, and He said unto the chicken, "Thou shalt cross the road." And the chicken crossed the road, and there was much rejoicing. FOX MULDER: You saw it cross the road with your own eyes. How many more chickens have to cross the road before you believe it? RICHARD M. NIXON: The chicken did not cross the road. I repeat, the chicken did NOT cross the road. MACHIAVELLI: The point is that the chicken crossed the road. Who cares why? The end of crossing the road justifies whatever motive there was. JERRY SEINFELD: Why does anyone cross a road? I mean, why doesn't anyone ever think to ask, What the heck was this chicken doing walking around all over the place,anyway?" FREUD: The fact that you are at all concerned that the chicken crossed the road reveals your underlying sexual insecurity. BILL GATES: I have just released the new Chicken Office 2000, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your checkbook. >> OLIVER STONE: The question is not, "Why did the chicken cross the road?" Rather, it is, "Who was crossing the road at the same time, whom we overlooked in our haste to observe the chicken crossing?" DARWIN: Chickens, over great periods of time, have been naturally selected in such a way that they are now genetically disposed to cross roads. EINSTEIN: Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road moved beneath the chicken depends upon your frame of reference. BUDDHA: Asking this question denies your own chicken nature. RALPH WALDO EMERSON: The chicken did not cross the road .. it transcended it. ERNEST HEMINGWAY: To die. In the rain. COLONEL SANDERS: I missed one? Jeremy. **The Scorpion, Peace Loving, and Kind & Gentle Angel!** My ICQ number is 42872979. Please visit my homepage and sign my guestbook? http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Nebula/9655 Around Yahoo! chatrooms I'm know as scorpius_48 "There are pleanty of people who have prayed for peace, But if praying were enough it would have come to be." Jewel, Life Uncommon. ________________________________________________________________ Get FREE voicemail, fax and email at http://voicemail.excite.com Talk online at http://voicechat.excite.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 17 Oct 1999 03:53:31 PDT From: "Jeremy Hodgins" Subject: ET: Windows messages for the year 2000! The following are new Windows messages that are supposedly under consideration for the planned Windows 2000: 1.Enter any 11-digit prime number to continue. 2.Press any key to continue or any other key to quit. 3.Press any key except... no, No, NO, NOT THAT ONE! 4.Bad command or file name! Go stand in the corner. 5.This will end your Windows session. Do you want to play another game? 6.Windows message: "Error saving file! Format drive now? (Y/Y)" 7.This is a message from God Gates: "Rebooting the world. Please log off." 8.To "shut down" your system, type "WIN" 9.BREAKFAST.SYS halted... Cereal port not responding. 10.COFFEE.SYS missing... Insert cup in cup holder and press any key. 11.File not found. Should I fake it? (Y/N) 12.Bad or missing mouse. Spank the cat? (Y/N) 13.Runtime Error 6D at 417A:32CF: Incompetent User. 14.Error reading FAT record: Try the SKINNY one? (Y/N) 15.WinErr 16547: LPT1 not found. Use backup. (PENCIL & PAPER.SYS) 16.User Error: Replace user. 17.Windows VirusScan 1.0 - "Windows found: Remove it? (Y/N)" 18.Your hard drive has been scanned and all stolen software titles have been deleted. The police are on the way. Jeremy. **The Scorpion, Peace Loving, and Kind & Gentle Angel!** My ICQ number is 42872979. Please visit my homepage and sign my guestbook? http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Nebula/9655 Around Yahoo! chatrooms I'm know as scorpius_48 "There are pleanty of people who have prayed for peace, But if praying were enough it would have come to be." Jewel, Life Uncommon. ________________________________________________________________ Get FREE voicemail, fax and email at http://voicemail.excite.com Talk online at http://voicechat.excite.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 17 Oct 1999 11:55:49 EDT From: Lucky997@aol.com Subject: ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #295 ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 17 Oct 1999 11:28:45 CDT From: "Brian H" Subject: ET: Who's Poems are these?????? Ok, a while ago, I would like save poems that people posted and I liked alot, but I forgot to put down who wrote them. :) And now I would like to use them on my website. So if you wrote these, please email me and tell me if I can use them or not. THANKS! - --------------------------------------------- Shatterproof I got a hand on the window pane The other on the window sill, As I stare through the glass that's set between us. I reach out to touch you, only to leave smudged fingerprints on the window in front of me. The glass is shatterproof There's nothing that I can do. Can't say "I love you" The glass is soundproof. I guess I'm just a fool, a fool for you. A strong gust of wind comes, and knocks me to the ground Taking all the dreams and fantasies I've ever had about you, Carries them miles away and dropping them into the Dead Sea. The glass is shatterproof There's nothing that I can do. Can't say I love you The glass is sound proof. I guess I'm just a fool, a fool for you. I come to my feet, only to realize the glass still stands, and always will... Because the glass is shatterproof There's nothing, nothing I can do. I can't say "I love you" 'Cause the glass is soundproof. I guess I'm just a fool, For loving you like I do. I know I'm just a fool, A fool for you. I got a hand on the window pane, the other on the window sill, I'm staring through the glass, that's forever set between us. - --------------------------------------------- Life isn't easy, and it was never said that love would be. You take some, and you lose some, Even the one whom you've felt was your destiny can slip out of your grasp. Close your eyes, lay down your head, sweet child. It's okay to cry, When your heart has been breaking, because love has passed you by. Nights laying alone She's not there for you to hold, and the only conscious thought is regrets as you sorrowfully wish on a single star in the night sky, time could be turned. Wishing she knew your pain. Longing to hear her sweet voice say "I love you, too." Close your eyes. lay down your head, sweet child. I am here, to listen when your heart has been breaking because you feel that something is missing. Rise up, sweet child, and smile your sweet smile And have hope that when tomorrow rolls around, She's back in your arms, saying "I love you." - --------------------------------------------- Airplane Song I know you're far away and you were oh, so close to me just yesterday And how I hated to see you fly away. Your airplane left a trail in the sky that kept me mesmerized for hours And I still remember our last embrace, the look in your eyes as you say, "miss you, see you soon" Then on the day you came back home I sat and waited by the phone and I waited and waited and waited and waited and waited for you and I waited for you The sky was blue and the birds were singing the day you smiled at me the sky is gray and the rain keeps falling since you went away The sky, it cries but it's to late to beg for mercy whats done is done they say So I go on and try to live my life without you and most times I'm ok But An airplane left a trial in the sky today - --------------------------------------------- A Thousand Times a thousand times I say "I love you" to ears that can not hear it. a thousand times I kiss with passion on lips that can not feel it. a thousand times I show my splendor to eyes that can not see it. a thousand nights I lay holding on to a body that does not know it. a thousand times my warmness outdone by his cold. - --------------------------------------------- Maddie a little angel that has yet to recieve her wings, Glorified by the innocence of her youth. a new flower of springtime just beginning to emerge from it's bud. a star of the night flickering it's last before falling into oblivion. Though she has, her memory will not perish. Lullabies go on playing in the still air, The world is silent except for the sound of the angels' tears raining down on a wilted rose that has barely begun to bloom. and we cry. The light. The beauty. The angelic smile. Now gone without so much as a goodbye. - --------------------------------------------- NICE Hello my dear friend, nice to see you again, I missed you a lot I really did How are you today? What did you say? A new girlfriend, whatever, okay. I smile and laugh you say I seem sad What, do I really look so bad? You're now telling me lies, touching my thigh... yes, I'm doing okay. I want you to die. - --------------------------------------------- Thanks people! [c: ߮I@N "The Jelly Doughnut of an Angel" halaasb@hotmail.com ICQ: 40694569 AIM: brianh5036 Yahoo: jellydoughnut6 Please visit my site: http://come.to/lifeuncommon ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 17 Oct 1999 16:48:37 GMT From: "~* cymbaline *~" Subject: Re: ET: Who's Poems are these?????? >Ok, a while ago, I would like save poems that people posted and I liked >alot, but I forgot to put down who wrote them. :) And now I would like to >use them on my website. So if you wrote these, please email me and tell me >if I can use them or not. THANKS! A few were mine: > >--------------------------------------------- >Shatterproof Mine. >--------------------------------------------- >Life isn't easy, >and it was never said that love would be. >You take some, and you lose some, >Even the one whom you've felt >was your destiny >can slip out of your grasp. Mine. >--------------------------------------------- >A Thousand Times Mine. >--------------------------------------------- >Maddie Mine. You can use mine on your site Brian :). God... haven't written in ages. I need to write more. Peace, kelly ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #299 **********************************