From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #268 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 Tuesday, November 3 1998 Volume 01 : Number 268 * 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 V1 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: Do you support me? [Karen Miller ] ET: notebook findings [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Charlie, Andalite, & The G] ET: Update on my life [Uneaq1@webtv.net (Maggie)] Re: ET: Do you support me? ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: 1-3AM "..Let the NUT CRACK.." ;) ["Naomi Vaughn" ] ET: 2-4PM sooo exciting!! :)) ["Naomi Vaughn" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Mon, 2 Nov 1998 21:51:30 -0800 From: Karen Miller Subject: ET: Do you support me? Bonjour angels, I am going to ask this wonderful sweet kind loving guy out and I was wondering are you willing to support my stupid sad depressing poems if he says no? holly the Angel who loves someone W.B.A.S.A.P. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 2 Nov 1998 22:03:42 -0800 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Charlie, Andalite, & The Goddess) Subject: ET: notebook findings Hi mah angulz, Well I was looking through my notebooks - LITERALLY, looking for ideas for the name of a zine I wanna do - and I found some stuff (recent) I never sent to you guys (though I know Summer has seen most of them). So w/o more ado, here you are: coffee cat sm oct 13 98 the neon sign Coffee Cat speaks L.A. jive, but the ocean salt hangs in the night air students at tables pour themselves into overthick textbooks as the ceiling speaker pours out jazz dancier than Ella The waiter's rather a fresh type, who, of course, has a connection with the pretty make-uped girls at table 5 who barely pretend to study and, of course, they steal the attention But that's okay, b'cause as I sit here, with time, drinking cooled too-sour coffee, and my soul flowing on the music, feeling worthwhile or pretty, me in my retro-orange open shirt and cutsie white tank, and jeans sewn with patchwork... but too young to be noticed, my mind coasting with translated sentences in spanish, - as I sit here I can relax, and think of everything, in such a comfortable atmosphere, when my headband is worn tired from all day.... and thinking of Megan, in stars and fishnets, from Frisco and twirling away under dreams to these melodies and stars and close companions made dear, and now as I brush my hair from swinging forward in upturned flips, the couple is laughing, and the waiter cleaning, and in this college atmosphere, I blend all the bliss of uniqueness of my life, and watch the glancing college boy who knows the girls, and sigh, thinking that my good luck ring does better when alone, and go back to my spanish, coffee, night air and jazz complete with screeching bus brakes, outside, and a red flannel, that smells like diversity of experience - and on the sleeve, of you *** they say, oh when will she give up she's always craving, always making more when, will she give up to the pull of us she's tiresome, la bebe adore *** sm oct 98 sorry that I burst, darling I've got an under construction heart & soul no dancing fingers on keys this time, it's foul - like most things - it molds and makes little sense after the green I'd sure like a candle now, some light and some angels with fairy dust it's you that changed, living and dying too the gold is sold, turned new to old to rust and settled unseen in flight peace signs never changed a strife I got them with my blue electric pen watching the ball on the wheel turn, turn, - come around again me, long time no see, I take to white tops and braids too thick, I used to want a rose Friendship beads, I wish I hadn't made what's true when you undo your trusted clothes the merry-go-round never stops peace signs never changed a strife I got them with my blue electric pen watching the ball on the wheel turn, turn, - come around again *these are some...songish ones, I dunno if I sent them already - I don't think I did* time is flyin by getting nearer to a year's end winter comes and goes soon it'll be summer again nights are shining, sun is blinding we'll meet soon darlin, you my friend I cut my hair shorter now it's curlier I look more like Dian all I need now is the guitar and look from afar, see the flocks roll in like soap off a dishpan I like fudge when it's melting loose the goose it's love again again I fall - against a wall stuck like chewed gum, knocked over like a bowling pin smile in the mirror and I've got the world in the sky and isses in the skin fell off a baby chair, grabbed Fred's suspenders and got a bruise it's red gone to dead like dry hair I hate it when I drop my pick & lose my holy holey underwear pelo's turned to halo and it's more heavenly than the Delaware time is flyin by getting nearer to a year's end winter comes and goes soon it'll be summer again nights are shining, sun is blinding we'll meet soon darlin, you my friend I have a twisty ring a silver thing it ping-a-lings through the galexy I like the mint without a cent but I much prefer raspberry tea Far Side got scary, and Eagle Eye Cherry made a new song that clicks with me the Squirrel Zip's are swingin hip & Chip's Sam-I-Am-ing, yes, that's me you see retainers are a pain, they say you gain, I say at camp, yea, but not even a maybe someone stole a bar-b-que off the patio, disrupt the flow, the remo'-control vanished like it had wings time is flyin by getting nearer to a year's end winter comes and goes soon it'll be summer again nights are shining, sun is blinding we'll meet soon darlin, you my friend - --------------- most of the time we don't find a meaning we wander an empty street and keep mutely dreaming life's got pillars and beams waiting to fall down it all comes crashing and we don't utter even a sound well 9 pillows around me and I still sink through the sheets stunned as if to find the ground hits reality and people live so blind, the sky won't dump taffy soon, will we stay on our feet while we're running to keep from being free we pray to love beads in our vintage stores walking a fine line & wanting more & more the glass air shatters but we never scream dancing on life's rose's thorns down a road where shadows gleam well 9 pillows around me and I still sink through the sheets stunned as if to find the ground hits reality and people live so blind, the sky won't dump taffy soon, will we stay on our feet while we're running to keep from being free ^^^^^^^()^^^^^^^ Red As Roses (Sweet September) sm, oct 11 98 this morning's breezy like a current carried from far away the sunshine promises a sweet echo of summer, a lovely day the gardenias are pretending to be red as roses, well play my guitar and so far I miss you in every way I can sense when it's gona rain seeing the clouds come around Oh------- Sweet September when I'll see you again I have this aching this lonliness that's always here it haunts the sun in my life, it consoles this fear there's always wisps lingering not far behind in the wind, it reminds me that it's always near I can feel it crying out in me longing for you like a lonely sea Oh------- Sweet September when I can see you again - -ah-today's not a time for dreams, we all bury our souls - -oh-breaking through now, at last a final stream of light - ---when shadow riders come to take you away - -oh-turn them down, see your ecstasy emerge from the night I know now when it's gona rain and you taste like honey in my pain finally a balance of joy and the insane Oh------- Sweet September when I see you again Love Sam the ? angel moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 2 Nov 1998 22:44:34 -0800 (PST) From: Uneaq1@webtv.net (Maggie) Subject: ET: Update on my life This is probably going to be a long poem-less post, but PLEASE listen. (read) Y'All know I just moved 1700 miles cross-country from Minnesota to coastal Oregon, right? And I think it's the best thing that ever happened to me. But I'm going to try to start from the beginning... Here goes! I started school here 2 weeks ago on Tuesday. And I've made friends, mainly Michelle and Melanie. Two semi-psycho chicks somewhat like me. (skarie, huh? :) Anyway, my classes R~O~C~K!! I'm experiencing block scheduling for the first time. I have Eng :}, Gym :], Biology :\, and Drama :{)!! on A days/ Set Design :} on B days. Basically, all pretty cool. And these two guys keep flirting with me. And I've never flirted in my life, much less had a b/f...so I kinda get nervous and crawl back into my shell. Go figure. Both these guys are pretty cool, and actors, and funny...basically, they fit my critiques. Damn, I wish I could loosen up!! Anywho, I can feel myself getting more and more and more depressed. When I'm happy I'm estatic, when I'm sad I'm practically suicidal, when I'm mad I'm so pissed I get violent... Does anybody know anything about manic depression? I'm going to look it up on a search engine... Love, Maggie ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 03 Nov 1998 06:45:05 -0500 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: Re: ET: Do you support me? At 09:51 PM 11/2/98 -0800, Karen Miller wrote: >Bonjour angels, > I am going to ask this wonderful sweet kind loving guy out and I was wondering are you willing to support my stupid sad depressing poems if he says no? If you're asking if we won't complain about the poems, I would think not. What sort of poems do I always write? If any of my poems start out happy, they assuredly end up either dementedly freakish, or sad, grim, or full of wrath. My roomie last night asked to hear a happy poem because all of the poems that the girl upstairs writes are either intense love poems or depressing ones. I looked on my webpage and except for one really passionate love poem I wrote(which I didn't want to read aloud to him), I had only 1 happy poem. So, unless everyone has a problem with even mine(Tell me now and I'll stop immediately), I'd say send your poems...I hope though that he says Yes..Go ask him with the absolution that he "is" going to say Yes and He will more likely do so :) Seth Fulmer mailto:usfulmer@mcs.drexel.edu mailto:st96t879@post.drexel.edu mailto:kaosking@voicenet.com webpages: http://www.voicenet.com/~kaosking Cool Quotes and stuff :) "I just wanna be with you Right here with you just like this" - -Aerosmith "I don't want to miss a thing" ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 03 Nov 1998 08:59:24 -0700 From: "Naomi Vaughn" Subject: ET: 1-3AM "..Let the NUT CRACK.." ;) Hey Angels~! Okay, I wrote this lastnight between 1-3, so, no guarantees on the sanity behind them. ;) I was just reading this poem book...then I cut a bunch of words and phrases out of magazies...and these are what I ended up with. I dunno...they might very well suck, but I still like them. :) I hope all you angels are well. I feel fantastic...and I don't know why, but I'm not gonna question it, just...enjoy! Anyway, I'm really curious as to y'alls opinion of these. :) Bye! Love, Me ((the titles don't necissarily have any significance)) These first two...I'm not sure if they go together or not...they were just kinda scribbled out in the open space, so...anyway, hope they make a little sense. midnight rage shadowed ember peering blue and rosy crimson glory from behind tilded pages hope lastly from behind sacratoose tufta and divine UNSPOKEN jovial rust stolen tum -sweet flesh. 1.3.98 1:28AM - --- Eccentric Rendezvous a fresh look hides behind SO-Called CREATIVE excellence find out what from any angle it's a decision already done. 1.3.98 2:35AM - --- Epicurean Life is new beginnings.... your window to the world naturally inspirational young spirit accepting better all our lives, as individuals. 1.3.98 2:37AM - --- this is the last one I wrote...hehe...I was barely concious, so...it may be a little...uh...blurry. :) understanding doesn't always benifit enrich life---especially your relationship with---art. this subject can come ALIVE. 1.3.98 2:39AM - --- "And when somebody knows you well Well, there's no comfort like that And when somebody needs you Well, there's no drug like that" ~Heather Nova Angelfire for your free web-based e-mail. http://www.angelfire.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 03 Nov 1998 17:49:00 -0800 From: winters Subject: ET: poetry BLAME so it's my fucking fault why none of this worked to begin with. you can place the blame on me glare at me over the dinner table and never ask me to pass the peas but momma, i never meant to hurt you and what i did was for my own good. you said from day one that i'm my own person my, you never thought that person wouldn't be like you i'm sorry i screwed up but i did it for myself i can't see things through your eyes anymore although momma, i want to all i wanna do is please you. i look at the others they would step on fire to make you happy and i know you can be a little manic but please don't judge me for this i am my own person but i still deserve a goodnight kiss. NEVER FEELING THIS WAY AGAIN. i'm scared of never feeling this way again. of walking out this door and never seeing your eyes look as far deep as they can in mine again. i'm so frightend of saying goodbye, for the last time and never seeing your hands hold mine or your touch against my skin, the feel of summer that wraps around my shoulders only when you are near. i'm so afraid of never laughing this way or feeling comfortable in the safety of silence, again. you seem so cool to all of this like i am just another one and you can give me such a casual kiss which will just linger on my tongue because i am so afraid of never feeling this way again and i am so afraid of you never looking back and me never calling out your name because of the fear that is stuck inside my bones. kat ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 03 Nov 1998 14:29:35 -0700 From: "Naomi Vaughn" Subject: ET: 2-4PM sooo exciting!! :)) Hello all my wonderful angels! I've been writing like mad today. My poor fingers can't even attempt to keep up with my mind. :) It's the most amazing feeling! oh, I gotta make this quick. I just wanted to send the latest. Comments are great. Love ~ Me - --- outstretched palm bloody wind sun whipped leaves- I held her soul. 1:47PM 11.3.98 - --- I meet vanity and nervous face as I exit the rainbow crowd. 3:37PM 11.3.98 - --- flossing(i know, it's kinda goofy :) now and when the darkness falls, and I meet my reflection starting back open mouth. 3:43PM 11.3.98 - --- love not lost I didn't lose love, no, only misplaced momentarily without see, I know it's whereabouts it's form does not exceed my eye it's simply waiting rosy glow for the holders of this love to mature and embrace it. 3:46PM 11.3.98 - ---- Inspiration comes I'm in the mind state a hunger for inspiration and my appetite is filled time over I spy inspiration within noisy streets and still life trees I feel it flow so great my fingers but struggle to keep up! Its a spendid thing. 3:50PM 11.3.98 - ---- it's bubbling flowing inky mirth from my pen with such excitement these words leap to the page and eagerly take their own form own life. they create their being And I watch, waiting, for the next stream. 3:53PM 11.3.98 - ---- I've fallen in love with words their often unseen splendor and mystery so many paths yet to walk so many places yet to travel possibilitys unending! 3:55PM 11.3.98 - --- "And when somebody knows you well Well, there's no comfort like that And when somebody needs you Well, there's no drug like that" ~Heather Nova Angelfire for your free web-based e-mail. http://www.angelfire.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 03 Nov 1998 19:10:54 PST From: "ws r" Subject: ET:characters. HEy there, I thought I would respond to your questions on story writing. I would like to say right off the bat that my ideas are just my oppinions, so don't let any differences dissappoint you or hurt you. It's basically just an oppinion...anyway...here goes.. When I'm writing short stories (And that's just something that I do, I'm working towards publication) I do kinda use things and people from my own life, but I basically follow one rule, and that is don't plagerize the living or the written. When I say that, Basically all I mean is, I think unoriginal characters, ones that I know are moddeled after (And perhaps also carry the same names as) someone I know to be offensive. I think it's just that I feel if your going to say your "making up" the story, then you shouldn't not make up your own characters. I dunno, I think I'm starting to sound like I'm attacking and I'll try one more time to clarify myself. Basically, if you're writing a story to demonstrate something about someone, then fine, write a story about a dog named lassie who is a complete idiot (And a dead ringer for a tv mutt) to show how you feel all dogs are not smart and that collies can be dumb....or something...(Like how Seth was letting off steam...It is was Seth who posted his Novel plan right?) but I just think it kinda goes against the code of writing (If there is one, and maybe it's just called copyright) to put your best friend, name and all in a story and then dis him. I mean, if someone wrote a story about a girl that you identified as yourself (like your mom identified your friend) that you read and found out that she did something nasty like pick her nose all the time...(o.k, dumb example)then you would be offended right? (let alone if you were raping girls) I think the big solving point to your question would be: if you think that you can show it (your story) to your friend and he doesn't think your calling him a rapist, then your fine. If not, then maybe you should work away from using things in your life quite so intimately. Sorry for the excessive babbling, hope maybe this might help you understand your Mom. Sue ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #268 **********************************