From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #316 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 Thursday, November 4 1999 Volume 02 : Number 316 * 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: e-mail ["FOSTER, ROBERT" ] ET: The officer and the Angel(poem) [Seth Fulmer ] ET: night-thoughts (the morning after) :) [shivergirl ] ET: I dunno how many of you will care but... [Seth Fulmer ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 4 Nov 1999 12:28:32 -0000 From: "FOSTER, ROBERT" Subject: ET: e-mail Hi, I'd like to apologise to anyone who tried to contact me in the last day or so & found they couldn.t get through. What happened was that the server at college, where I access my e-mail, crashed and has only just got up and running again. I think (I hope!) that normal service has now been resumed. Best wishes, Robert ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 4 Nov 1999 11:29:38 -0500 (EST) From: Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: The officer and the Angel(poem) Ok..I haven't the slightest clue what came over me with this poem. I think I was messed up in the head and just needed to write. I like it though so if you don't..:P~ hehe :) *just kidding* Well, if you have any suggestions, please feel free to comment, flame, or tell me what's on your mind in general. Take care and Have a Fantastic Day! :o) -Seth ======================================================= The officer and the Angel by Seth D. Fulmer 11/4/99 Across the moon and through the night A single angel runs a red light A police officer waiting patiently for someone to drive badly pulls the being over and she sings a song "My friend, you're a savior a compliment to the human race That blue is symbolic of your smile How is your wife, your little boy Joey and daughter in college Suzanna?" The officer exclaims, with a shock on his face My god how ever did you know about them? My little boy Joey is now in fifth grade and his girlfriend Naomi's in seventh. Just then a rocker porn star flew by on his harley davidson faster than light The angel said to the officer "Just let him be He's the devil and won't ever stop She continues her song to the man in the blue outfit "But you still haven't described you poor daughter Suzanna How is she doing? and How is your wife? Last that I heard she was sick with pneumonia The officer told her "My wife, well she died, Three years, 2 months, and 5 days ago I still count the days hoping maybe she'll come back and my heart can go on like it never stopped My daughter, she's on drugs, and drinking alcohol a lot She's a prostitute on 34th and Walnut Her pimp is my nephew James Ronnie Manchester She dropped out of college, with a 3.9 GPA But now she couldn't be a lawyer if she wanted to. The angel got out of the car, took the officer aside and gave the poor man a hug Now now, do not fear; You have friends all around you And Life will get better I promise you. ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 04 Nov 1999 13:15:33 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: night-thoughts (the morning after) :) * the whole house is sleeping/i sit and think/brewing mental tea/keeping the night company/it's unpopular/you know/me outside of neuroses/induced psychoses/falling apart at the seams/dreaming delicious thoughts/instead of/stale compromise/this time/making me mobile/where i was rotary/ before/alive again/after i spent/a season in relationship purgatory/worrying i was worse/than that non-divine intervention mary/cleansing the blame/caressing the shame/annointing my heart/at your altar of kindness/setting all the sins free/and me/from him/in order/to swim/towards a deep green/in an icy sea/tranquility/i never found/before * ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 4 Nov 1999 18:12:26 -0500 (EST) From: Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: I dunno how many of you will care but... Hi there :o) Sorry if this is sort of a big run on paragraph. I don't know how many of you will care, but I think some of you might be able to relate to this. Today I was walking back to my apartment from my CoOP job and was thinking about how so many things have changed since High School for me, including how I think about things. I was thinking about how I cherish now my 11th grade year. I totally was in bliss...didn't think about half the things I do now. I mean, now I think all the time about religion, girls, my service fraternity(Alpha Phi Omega), if my sister and parents are well, and also about how my friends are doing. In my 11th grade year(my senior year, I sorta woke up and saw the horrible truth of life), I had a car and could drive wherever I wanted pretty much(within the realm of my parents. I couldn't have cared less about the female gender, dating, or the social scene in general. Not like I was in that psychological phase of "Girls have cooties"...it just wasn't important to me. If someone mentioned religion to me, it was like "Interesting stuff but I'm not gonna devote a significant proportion of my brainpower to this". Yeah, I would get into small little debates about religion(I can see Dennis laughing hysterically now at this) on the phone with friends, but I could care less one way or another. My main concerns were perfecting my programming skills on the computer, as well as getting better and better at my French, Spanish, Latin, and whatever other cultural languages. I totally hated music at that time in my life. I still remember a comment I said to my sister during my 11th grade year when Jewel was just coming out "Who is this whore?"(or some other insulting name) and now...well, Jewel is one of my favorite musical artists! Plus, at the time, my sister and I weren't exactly 100% happy with our parents but we weren't really in a position to complain too much. Now though, I find that I've been in conversations with people where I say something in French or Spanish or Latin, and although I care, I find myself saying to them "Whatever!" when they correct me. I am a computer science major in college and I used to program a lot but now I find myself spending way so much time with my fraternity. When I came to college, I swore that I didn't want to get involved with any fraternities. Alpha Phi Omega's not the same as the other fraternities though and I love it! One of my better friends is a brother in my fraternity...in my own chapter at Drexel. In High School, you would have NEVER caught me talking about someone from out of state, and now a great number of my friends live in New York State. Also, I find I will wonder how my sister is or my parents are, or my grandmother or other relatives too where I would never have. In High School, you'd have never caught me writing poetry, but now I write it quite often and I enjoy it. I hated movies in HS that had a romantic tint to it, but now my favorite movies are "Meet Joe Black", and "Armaggeddon" which both make me come to tears at points in the movie. Also, I seemed to have way closer relationships with the few friends I had. I would complain about not having more friends and I was told that I should be happy with what I have. I would use my sister as an example because she always had a ton of friends(and I know you're being sent this Bethany). Also, I would have never thought I could have a "friend" relationship with a female, but one of my best female friends could very well be considered "Jailbait" and lives halfway across the country...I can tell her anything, I swear! :o) *hug* In addition, I really have been questioning my faith. Before college, I didn't care about religion..it was just there. Now, it's like...I wanna know what is the truth! And don't anyone try to convert me because I don't need it. Plus, sorta related to that, I am feeling a need to find my soulmate. Not that I'll find her since I'm 22 and have yet to find my first significant other, but I don't want just anyone. I am basically looking for my Juliet(without dying after meeting her). I have grown a lot but sometimes(like today) I swear I wish I could stay the ignorant fool I was in 11th grade. I get along great with my parents now, but my sister doesn't get along at all with them. I liked not thinking about females or religion, about where I would be spending my Friday and Saturday evenings because I would be hanging at home by myself or going to a friend's house. I also liked getting a thrill out of translating long Latin poetry and other literature into english, reading "Le petit prince" in the original french, or even reading/watching "Man of La Mancha" and reading "Don Quixote" in Spanish. I really can't wait for my 5 year High School reunion. My parents tell me I'll hate it because of the people in HS. Something tells me it'll only depress me because not much will have changed except I'll have 1 more degree than before. I would like to think otherwise and keep an open mind about it. Well, I really don't know if you all care about this or how many of you can relate to this, so I'm sorry if you don't and I'll leave you now. Take care of yourselves and Have a Great Day...Thanksgiving and Christmas if I don't get to talk to you again as some of you I haven't talked to in a long, long time. :o) Seth D. Fulmer mailto:kaosking@voicenet.com ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 4 Nov 1999 21:15:38 EST From: KTLUVSJOE@aol.com Subject: ET: poems hey people, its katie. i got some poems i'd like to share any comments are welcome. Crash having stripped and mutilated myself from the diamond dusted angel wings that you bestowed me with. I try to fly with stolen black raven wings, filthy from all the pain I've caused you. They are too weak to keep me aloft however, and i fall, plummeting into an endless pit of darkness. Hoping my heart will once again be pure enough to take flight i'm not afraid, however. I may be redeemed with strong will and proof. or i will perish. perish.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------******* ******* patience its taken me so long to figure out the right from wrong. with infinite patience you coped with torture. Now, here I am, educated enough to say i love you and mean it. Now, after so long i can finally take your hand and bring you to the stars. stars.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thanks for reading! Love Katherine (the angel with the silver lined wings) ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 4 Nov 1999 21:51:53 EST From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: New AWSOME quote Here's another quote for you guys. Hope you like. :) "so you do not believe in love, yet it is love that has destroyed me" --rozz Rebecca ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 4 Nov 1999 22:21:14 EST From: AlphaAce99@aol.com Subject: ET: my little princess wrote this this is a story by a 9yr. old girl. i thought it was really cute. please give your serious comments about it. i know she is no shakespeare, but please be serious when commenting about it. thank you, ace My Teacher Is From Mars by: Couri Queen I thought this year at school would be like all the rest. Boy was I wrong. This year it was completly different. Our school got a new teacher, and I have her! Her name is Miss. Jones. On the first day, instead of making us do work, she measured our heads. Gennie had the biggest head. Miss Jones made her stay inside while we went out to play. When we came back from recess, something was different about Gennie. She never moved. On the second day of school Gennie was not there. Miss Jones measured our heads again. John had the biggest head. Miss Jones made him stay inside while we went out to play. Today Julie and I hid behind some boxes in the room. We watched what Miss. Jones was doing. She had John tied up in a chair where he could not move. Then she took a straw, shoved one end up his nose, and with the other end she sucked out his brains. Then we had a little problem. Julie screamed and Miss Jones looked over at us. We got up and ran out of the room as fast as we could. When I got home I told my mom. She patted me on the head and told me to stop daydreaming in class. So I went and told my Pa Pa. He did not think I was imagining things. He told me to meet him at his garage. When I got there, we came up with a plan. Pa Pa knew that Miss. Jones was a Martian because she sucked brains. Pa Pa also knew that Kool-aid melts Martians. I asked Pa Pa how he knew this. He told me that he had studied Martians in College. So me and Pa Pa made up two gallons of grape Kool-aid and put it in some Super Soaker Water Guns. We took them to school the next day, When everyone went outside to play we snuck into the classroom. Miss Jones had Julie tied up. Pa Pa busted down the door and we sprayed her with the Kool-aid. Miss Jones started screaming. She started melting. She had smoke comming from her ears and nose. Before she melted she yelled, "You'll never catch us all." Then she melted into a pile of clothes. Now Pa pa, Julie and me are the Grape Kool-aid Martian Hunters. If you know any martians, just give us a call. ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 4 Nov 1999 22:32:49 EST From: RowdiusEDA@aol.com Subject: Re: ET: I dunno how many of you will care but... Ah... my 11th grade year... 'twas a bittersweet year indeed!!! I too had a car, and drove throughout the state (and hey, texas isn't real small!!) I had a full time job that I kinda enjoyed (well, my lady-love worked there, so that helped) did alot of Theatre Arts in my spare time (which my lady-love was in too..) Life was good, She and I spent most of our time together, and basically we were married, as that she lived pretty far away, and taking her home after work ended up being a late night, her mom invited me to stay over anytime... so life was good.. Grades were not real important, but I did well, the fall plays went off perfect, and work was decent.. I was writing almost everyday, poems and short tales flowed from my pen at such a rate that I ended up giving them away since I did not have room.. then halfway through the year my lady-love fell out of love, and well... work became hard, theatre arts turned horrible, and of course my bed at her house grew cold..... my writing contiuned for awhile, but it was bitter stuff, but I started listening to more music, and about that time a new singer was making waves.... Ya'll might have heard of her.... think her name was Jewel... I'd lost my bestfriend, and my lady love, and became distant to my work and my art, but I did get a new hero after hearing POY... I sank into a immature depression, and went hiking alot with my walkman.... The school year ended, and slowly I climbed up to be my silly self... my lady love and I became best friends again (which we were before she and I found love) and everything was much the same..... she and went through that cycle many times... friends, love, pain, friends again..... heck, we still are doing that..... I just finished with the petal, "she loves me not" but now she and I are on the edge of friends-love once more tis a strange tale.. everyone feels that "she is meant for me" except for her sometimes.. her mom still invites me over to spend the night..... anyway, now I am rambling.... my 11 grade year was grand, but since then and now I have done so much... across the country quite a bit, traveling, to work... youngest memeber ever of the Dallas electrial workers union as a full memeber, made friends with several great EDAs met Dennis Harris (this is something that many people do, but we all have to admit.. he is a bright spot on a dark road, if not a life changing event =Þ ) made my way into the world, and proved to myself that I can make it (if not in style, at least not starving!) stood witness when my best friends (no, not the lady-love) got married held their tiny newborn daughter in my big clumsy hands, wondering if I will ever be graced with such a gift (and praying that I was not doing something wrong at the same time!!! holding such a tiny, dear, fragile god-send in these hands that are more used to holding a shovel was unnerving!!) i have done many things that make me glad for the time between my Jr year and now, but I don't know if i can really look back with any wisdom, as that I still have so many roads to travel, and so much wanderlust left in me, and of course (hopefully) many years left to find wisdom... at this early stage can I truly think that my road can only go down hill, that my tale ends here? I think not. thank you Seth. by telling us your tale, it has reminded me that looking back every now and then warms the heart, and reminds us where we came from, and where we still need to go... Sweet water and light laughter, Rowdy ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 04 Nov 1999 23:36:15 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: aNother.. * pick up/where he left off/stop the mad/merry-go-round/screeching/stalling to a halt/i won't let/my heart rot/you plant pumpkins/and colours/where neediness was a nest/i inhabited/while he birdwatched/with moral binoculars/putting me to the test/every hour/my mother said novenas/but it didn't help * ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #316 **********************************