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Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: george carlin ["Princess Phish" ] ET: Matthew Shepard ["Brian H" ] ET: Poem (Jericho) [Christopher Overholser ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Mon, 04 Oct 1999 12:09:38 MDT From: "Princess Phish" Subject: ET: george carlin The Paradox of our Time The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less. We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time; we have more degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness. We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh toolittle, drive too fast, get too angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too seldom, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life; we've added years to life, not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor. We've conquered outer space, but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things. We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've split the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication. These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; tall men, and short character; steep profits, and shallow relationships. These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition. These are days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw-away morality, one-night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom; a time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete. George Carlin ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 04 Oct 1999 17:58:32 CDT From: "Brian H" Subject: ET: Matthew Shepard >This is something that is very important to me, so I'd appreciate it if you >took the time to read this and consider it. > >"On Oct. 6, 1998, in Laramie, Wyoming, a gay student of the University of >Wyoming named Matthew Shepard was lured by two men out of a college >gathering >place called the Fireside Bar and Lounge, and driven a significant distance >out of town. It would be the last time Matthew would be fully conscious. >He >was beaten severely and tied to a fence as if he were a scarecrow. he was >found eighteen hours later by a bicyclist passing by. He was in an >unconscious state. Matthew Shepard died five days later as a result of the >injures he sustained. His killers, who claimed they had done this shocking >hate crime simply to rob Matthew Shepard, pretended to be gay to lure him. >The only items that they took from Matthew were $20 and his pair of shoes >so >he could not walk back without great difficulty. This would mean that each >of >the attackers would get $10 and a shoe. This was undoubtedly an attack on >a >gay male." > >This is the beginning of an article written by one of my friends here at >Denison, Andrew Levitt. He was asked to write this article because he, >himself, was attacked verbally for his homosexual orientation. People spat >in >his face because he is gay. Last semester, when Andrew (successfully) ran >for >Vice-President of the Denison Campus Government Association, threats were >made >against his safety and life because he was an openly gay member of the >DCGA. > >These crimes of hate have no place in our society. We can not stand for >them. > On Wednesday, please take time to remember the tragedy of the beating of >Matthew Shepard. I will mark the anniversary of the beating in a >candlelight >vigil. If there is something like this available to you, please >participate >in it. Or, spread the word of accepting and celebrating each other's >differences: Sexual orientation, creed, gender, race, everything. > >Together, we must call the masses to recognize and fight in the ongoing >battle >of hate and intolerance within our community. > >I invite you to forward this e-mail to friends and family. Or to just >share >the words I've shared with you. But please, remember Matthew Shepard. And >remember tolerance. > > >Joseph ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 04 Oct 1999 22:22:13 -0400 From: Christopher Overholser Subject: ET: Poem (Jericho) Any comments for better or worse are more than welcome. "Brevity is the soul of wit", as Shakespeare said, so worry not about the length! Do not hesitate, I would really appreciate any opinion. Thanks! Jericho I built my walls as strong as steel, nothing could touch me; I did not feel. I constructed an invincible castle, both physically, mental, and spiritual. Inside this fortress, I did dwell-- My own personal hell. By an act of Fickle Fate, an angel opened my gate. I wondered what she did seek? I failed to notice my walls were suddenly weak. My walls came tumbling down and crushed the old me without a sound. I cleared away the ruin and rubble and desperately trying to be subtle, tried to win her heart so fair and with failure came despair, and with the pain and lamination came the simple realization, all I wanted was for her to be happy and even if she must be free of me. ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #283 **********************************