From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #295 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 Wednesday, November 25 1998 Volume 01 : Number 295 * 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: poem I wrote last night ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: this is a long editorial of sorts. [mandabear4@juno.com (Mandabear fo] ET: poems [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Charlie, Andalite, & The Goddess)] Re: ET: this is a long editorial of sorts. [Uneaq1@webtv.net (Maggie)] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 24 Nov 1998 07:26:42 -0500 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: poem I wrote last night I dunno what to call it(I'll think of something but suggestions are always welcome), but for the past few days I've been feeling something and I could think of a line or two of poetry but I'd forget them or they wouldn't work with the rest when I could write them down. Last night, I finally got a start while talking to Melissa and then to someone else when Melissa "left"(except she didn't leave)...Well, here it is...As always: comments, compliments and $50 bills accepted in bulk, flames accepted only with a bottle of strong alcohol. - ------------------- Untitled(I'm thinking of titling it "Mirage") by Seth D. Fulmer November 24th, 1998 In the times of virtue In the times of strife I loved the beauty of your mind It shimmered and sparkled with gold, pearls, and diamonds The kind you can't get from robbing a gold mine And then, Girl, you changed and I saw the blunt truth You loved just to play with my dumb mind and soul I avoided your presence I ran over to safety But you just ran over and ate me out gently Oh yes I enjoyed it although it did pain me You carried me onward and onto my oblivion Oh vixen of fate Oh fury of desire Please let my heart go to seek it's desires 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 used to know you...But not anymore...Your substance has been subtracted...Word by word" - -Jewel "Carnivore" ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 24 Nov 1998 19:22:42 -0500 From: mandabear4@juno.com (Mandabear four) Subject: ET: this is a long editorial of sorts. Hey angels and other friends, I have a question for ya'll and some info and an editorial all wrapped up in one. Please bear with me. This may take a few minutes. Here goes... Okay, in my English class we've begun talking about Transcendentalism. It is a form of idealism. Those who believe in it believe that people should transcend the animalistic impulses of life and move to a spiritual realm. They also believe that the human soul is part of the Oversoul which is found in everything and everywhere. They believe that God is found in nature and human nature. They emphasis the here and now, they believe there is a relationship between everything and everyone is respected. They do not believe in conformity. We had a discussion in class about what conformity is. We came up with such ideas like conformity is the coming together in common thought, being the same, putting together of something, doing things without question, and being stuck in a mold.(that one was mine) My teacher told us that whether we realize it or not, everyone conforms at one point or another in their life. When you are a baby, you tend to do the same things your parents do. It's a form of mirroring. In the military you do things with a group without asking questions and the only reason you do it is to please your commander because you were told to do that. Everyday children are forced to go to school (unless there are extenuating circumstances) because we have to. In my school just about everyone dresses in the same style. We don't have uniforms or anything...this is a public high school. It seems everyone wants to express their "individuality" but in doing so they tend to look like all the others who want to show off their "creativity" and "induvidualism" I mean think about it. If you watch daytime t.v. you see it all the time. Talk shows are constantly featuring kids and adults alike who want to express themselves because they are tired of looking like everyone else. If you look at the majority of those people they are dressed in either Goth clothes (or very loud or in some cases very dark) clothes that stand out. They dye their hair black or some other color that catches attention, they wear lots of jewelry and they all have the same reason for wanting to dress that way. they want to be "individuals" Many people who dress in such a way are really nice people who are creative. But it's kinda funny. you don't see people who are individuals because of the way they think. Some people don't give into conformity by dressing a certain way and people think that's cool. However, people who don't give into conformity by using their brains and mouth to talk to the world, they are often looked down upon. I mean a classic example is high school aged kids. Every school has cliques. There are the "jocks", the "cheerleaders", the "geeks", the "brain-iacs", the "goody-two-shoes", the "i'm-wealthy-and-therefore-the-whole-school-should-bow-down-to-me's", the "I'm-not-taking-gym because-I'll-mess-up-my-hair-start-to-sweat-and-break-a-nail" type. Then there's those who it doesn't matter what the latest style is, who is sleeping with who, what the latest craze in music is,it doesn't matter what people think kind. I am one of those people. I have different views on things and because of that I am made fun of. I love to learn new things. I like to ask the question why? I hate it when I am told to shut up in class when I have a question by those ignorant assholes who wouldn't know how to pour water out of a boot with instructions on the heel. Why are people like this? I mean, is it just at my school? The teachers don't do anything about it. I hate that. i mean, i'm not a straight A student but I do get good grades. I have a temper that gets the best of me sometimes but that's pretty much under control. If you don't understand something, aren't you supposed to ask questions? I mean at the beginning of every school year, (I've been in school for 12 years now) teachers encourage students to ask questions. So why do other students pick on those who want to learn. I don't get it. I don't want to conform to their stupidity and ignorance. The worst part is that the teachers don't do anything. They just go on with their lesson plan. I mean some teachers will continuously stop and tell a problem student to stop and all that crap but that's the extent of it. They don't give them detentions or send them to the office...nothing. I mean, am I being stupid about all this? Am I the only one who feels this way. I know I got off topic a bit but I've had a rough day. I've learned not to let people's critiscism get to me but today was really tough. I would love your feedback and I am sorry if this is boring and long. I don't want to offend anyone so please don't take anything offensive. I would love to go into great detail about some stuff in this email but my fingers are about to fall off. But before I go let me share this Bible verse with you. It's from Romans 12:2. "Do not conform yourself to this world but be transformed by the renewal of your mind..." ~Mandabear~ ___________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com/getjuno.html or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 24 Nov 1998 16:51:05 -0800 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Charlie, Andalite, & The Goddess) Subject: ET: poems Dear angels, Here are a couple from today. Sam the ? angel a. all lies, it's lies; the happiness is so fake & delicate, it must be unreal since it can be extinguished in a single drop of blood. and pain, then, is the only real emotion - it is so much stronger & vibrant, & it humiliates the faces in the flowers. Lies, lies, lies: sorrow pours into already overflowing wells of snowy sadness. b. and the brooms that sweep your hair from your eyes also blow dust into the cut that darkens and grows deep draining that pain is strongest is true; for the world is pain and the cries, heaving cries only glance off the surface. c. and you, oh quiet one, will never notice me. I have known you and watched the thoughtfullness soften and settle on your face like dusk; but you radiate for the hands of someone else. to me you turn, and I have heard all your outcries I have heard things muttered from the other end of the couch; you have smiled at me, but have yet to set your angel breeze to me. and I know you so much better than anything ever will. sm november 24 98 - - - - - - - - - checkered shirt slung; all is done; backpack by the door. telephone rings the radio sings ignore sweet cookie odor. only run; faster than wings through the streets a steady beat Where to go? Don't know only run, outchase the overdone, so the tears fly off face, scream from this place, backpack flopping rain dropping door still motionless where left open and the emptiness of the room settles in to the lonliness breaking only run, faster than the wetness on the ground; faster than feet echo sound. run run run before thinking of what was left, before heart's right cleft should crack under pounding shoes taking farther away running out of day before allowing the mind to grasp to clasp what will turn around only outrun sound be blank so not to allow a twist aching miss a longing for sobbing, no more run, don't allow return to what was left behind. sm november 24 98 "you're mistaken, it's you that's faking--living and breathing and dying too" ~ the smashing pumpkins~ moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 24 Nov 1998 20:47:57 -0800 (PST) From: Uneaq1@webtv.net (Maggie) Subject: Re: ET: this is a long editorial of sorts. All I have to say is don't shut up, don't change, don't care about small-minded imbicile neanderthals who cannot (or will not) open their mind to other people's views, thoughts, feelings, religions, cultures, and lifestyles. Thank you for putting my thoughts into words. Maggie ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #295 **********************************