From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #322 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 10 1999 Volume 02 : Number 322 * 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: RE: LISTEN GUYS ! ["Kevin B. Pease" ] ET: Lost & Empty ["FOSTER, ROBERT" ] ET: a new poem [JewelAng@aol.com] ET: * hugging stardust * ["maRty" ] ET: finding another e.t. [shivergirl ] ET: * and the stars were you * ["maRtY" ] ET: an austen outtake ["Robert A. Peate" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 9 Nov 1999 00:01:00 -0500 From: "Kevin B. Pease" Subject: ET: RE: LISTEN GUYS ! On Monday, November 08, 1999 7:32 PM, Djp1414@aol.com [SMTP:Djp1414@aol.com] wrote: > I've SENT AN EMAIL LIKE THIS IN BEFORE .. AND I'M GOING TO DO IT AGAIN ! > THE BACKSTREET BOYS FANS AND THE GAY N'SYNC FANS MAKE SURE THAT THERE > FAVORITE BAND IS ON TRL (TOTAL REQUEST LIVE) SO I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY WE > DONT MAKE SURE JEWEL IS ON TRL ! i DONT MEAN TO SOUND RUDE ABOUT THIS BUT IT > KINDA PISSES ME OFF ! I VOTE FOR HER ALL THE TIME.. WHY ARNT YOU GUYS ? WE > NEED TO GET TOGETHER AND SUPPORT HER !!!!! > EMAIL ME BACK WITH ANY COMMENTS ! At risk of being branded leper, outcast, unclean... I don't bother, because I'm not all that interested in seeing Jewel's videos... Spirit was an "eh, take it or leave it" sort of album, although it had it's moments... Joy made even less of an impression on me. Color me underwhelmed, I guess... her music lately hasn't done a thing for me, really... and rather than sit around and bitch about how she's sold out, or whatever (as if I care that much? :), I prefer to just do my own thing and get into artists whose music I find more palatable. I guess, as far as fans go, I'm just not as dedicated as a Backstreet Boys fan, or a "gay N'Sync fan". But I'm still going to go to bed in a few minutes, and I'm still going to sleep real well tonight... :) So there you have it. And don't yell at me... you asked "why aren't you guys?"... and there's your answer. :P Kevin - ---------- Kevin Pease kbpease@concentric.net ICQ UIN: 3106063 AOL IM: kbpease ". . . no I don't need a miracle, but I could use a push in the right direction . . . " ---(The Refreshments, Interstate)--- ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 9 Nov 1999 14:03:50 -0000 From: "FOSTER, ROBERT" Subject: ET: Lost & Empty Hi, I'm writing this quite quickly, so excuse me if it seems a little rushed. I'm feeling a little down today because I have an exam tomorrow. Anyway, I thought I'd share a poem I wrote a few weeks ago. All comments are very welcome & much appreciated. LOST & EMPTY Lost days Empty nights Grasping at vague comforts So fragile. Anything to make it through. Deaden the senses. Anaesthetize the soul. Painted smiles on dead faces. Best wishes, Robert. ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 9 Nov 1999 16:05:45 EST From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: a new poem Hi Angels and John, This is a poem I wrote today in science. I know it's been awhile since I sent any poems to the list, but here you go. :) Any comments would be loved. Thanks. Peace. Rebecca Joy, feeling the love that surronds you. Helplessness, rewarded in the arms of your love. Hate, the one you love. Light, the beauty that is in your heart. Sleep, being wrapped in your arms. Heaven, just being with you. Peace, it is nothing but love. ******* This is one of my best poems, but it's one of the first I've written in a little while. Peace. Rebecca ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 9 Nov 1999 23:56:22 +0100 From: "maRty" Subject: ET: * hugging stardust * ~ twosome stars ~ nightwalk starry sky saw a shooting star and i made my wish once more i looked behind me and see ~ a brighter star ~ falling from heavens and i made my wish * twofold * ********* i weave for you the marvellous web glow in the dark threads all neon like the cocoon surrounds you embraces all so you can sleep foetus-style. ~björk luvees&nitees,, maRtY ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 09 Nov 1999 18:12:44 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: finding another e.t. * stroll in the forest/the most fun/i ever had/would i want to join/you/would i choose life/to be with you/even if they can't see me/holding your hand/the sky overcast/but waiting * want to see you/in your alanis shirt/off/eventually/and yes/i had a super-wunderful time/with my louise/no i.d./but varldens sotaste flicka * why/did i/foolishly think/that my/giving you/another y/would cancel out/your double chromosome/virility/potency/excitability/when you had it all along/underneath the collar * i want you/in my arms/so that nothing/could ever hurt you/there/without hurting me/he said/i believed/catatonia in a capsule/of need/i feed/daily * before i go to sleep/i read/the printer is my newest bestest friend/enchantment in a language/that betrayed me in the end/godamned werds/all over again/so sweet * ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 10 Nov 1999 00:41:02 +0100 From: "maRtY" Subject: ET: * and the stars were you * too dreamysheepy to write ya more so i end it on this and u know whati wished u pon the shimmer although * i cannot tell * don't make me say it would burst the bubble good nite¤ ~~~~~~*~~~~~~ ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 9 Nov 1999 18:51:43 -0500 From: "Robert A. Peate" Subject: ET: an austen outtake mr. tilney and catherine morland walked until they were quite apart from the main house, where no one's prying eyes could see them. henry turned to catherine, taking her hands in his. "there is something i must confess to you. it is very painful, and you may hate me for it, but it must be told." "i could never hate you, my dearest 'beau', as the french say. you are, and have always been, too good to me." she brushed a stray hair from his forehead, then returned her hand into his again. "i have found another." catherine's world stopped, her heart froze, the ground beneath her feet seemed soft and unstable. she wheeled around, desperate for the nearest outdoor seat. she spotted a bench some feet away along the hedge next to which they'd walked, and she collapsed upon it, after running as if away from the devil herself. henry followed. "no--stay away!" she called out, pushing her arm toward him in a gesture of defiance. henry stopped in his steps. "i don't want to know who she is, how much you love her--anything about her! all i know is that you are no longer mine," she cried, one arm held over her brow in pain and agony. henry said nothing, because he could not ease her pain with any statement he could think of. "i love you, catherine," he whispered. "no, you don't!" she sobbed. "that's what you've just told me!" "no, it isn't," he continued softly, from his place. "our love has just changed forms, that's all--and i could help my heart no more than you can help your's now. of course it's a blow to you now, but someday, you will no longer lament this loss." "how can you possibly make such a statement? you've no idea what i feel or what i wish, mister tilney, that much is quite evident from your detachment! it's as if to say you've never cared for me at all, or as if you feel no remorse right now! how long have you been planning my devastation, my humiliation, my love's demise? o, cruel, cruel man!" henry seemed very disappointed by these outbursts, but he understood them. "i have never planned your love's demise, and i hope you still feel love toward me, miss morland. and you cannot charge that i, i who have loved you the most, never cared for you at all--no; that would be tyrannic. and it is because i love you that i must tell you how i feel." "you've told me--now go!" catherine hurled her pain at him. he caught it, and kept it, without returning it to her. he hesitated, however, torn by his regard for the fair and tender miss morland, many years his junior. eventually he turned as if to go, her sobs on the garden bench weakening. "are you sure, catherine?" he asked, hating to see her suffer, wanting to comfort her, but prepared to leave if that would be her only comfort. "yes," she breathed through her tears. "go." he left immediately, a cloud over his face. he passed one of the house's manservants, formerly on his way down the same path mr. tilney had come, but he occupied the man with another task in order to prevent the servant's purpose, and catherine's disturbance. a short time later, mr. tilney was in his own apartments of the house, preparing his belongings for an early departure from the morlands' hospitality. "i love you," he wrote on a sheet of parchment, before tossing it into the fire. ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #322 **********************************