From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #350 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, December 8 1999 Volume 02 : Number 350 * 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: Song ["Brian H" ] ET: ~riding with godoh~ [shivergirl ] ET: Missing [robin cole ] ET: Fwd: Please return this when received! :-) [Mika911@aol.com] ET: go with the flow :) ["Robert A. Peate" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 07 Dec 1999 15:29:45 CST From: "Brian H" Subject: ET: Song Ok everyone, this is like the 3rd song I've ever written, so don't laugh. I'm not sure if it's finished or not yet. And I wrote it like a half an hour ago and just typed it up. So here it is. It sounds kind of bad just read, but I know how the music is going and I'll try to describe it at the end. Once in a village far far away a young boy kneeled beside his bed an began to pray he said God, I hope you hear me for soon I will be near To you and your kingdom forever more Just let me live through the night he said I dont believe it can be true There's so much more for me to do. Those last "I love Yous" and goodbyes are simply left unheard Just let me live through the night he said I dont believe it can be true There's so much more for me to do. Let there be more love and lots of joy too [big instrumental part] Still I suppose that everything has a meaning but why was I chosen and not you or your or you Let me live through the night Let me love one more soul Let me say one word or two Let me live on day in your glory one more night in your sight Let me die by your side Ok, that was it, now if you dont care about how the music is sounds, click next. :) The beginning is kind of soft and quiet and fast you know? Kind of like... I dont know. And then it slows down and you hold out live, and night. It's still kind of soft, but building emotion to then end, then you get this little musical intro which I think will have parts of brahms lullaby in it. Just because that would sound really cool. It's kind of a piano song, so that would work. Then the bridge takes a long time because you hold out a lot of those notes for a long time. well, not really long, but whatever. Then the part after that is just strong emotional stuff. And you get to "die" and it's a soft long note. I think I want a verse after it like the beginning. Not sure though. Ok, thanks! [c: ß®I@N "The Jelly Doughnut of an Angel" halaasb@hotmail.com ICQ: 40694569 AIM: brianh5036 Yahoo: jellydoughnut6 Please visit my sites: Life Uncommon: http://lifeuncommon.tripod.com The Jelly Doughnut: http://thejellydoughnut.tripod.com Reflections: http://www.pressenter.com/~dhalaas ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 07 Dec 1999 17:53:53 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ~riding with godoh~ * * * finder's keepers the inscription reads in your lovely grammatically- incorrect handwriting you speak to me in a unique way the golden sparkles with which you decorate giving me a book with the most delicate pages for christmas two years ago i was always too afraid to mar their beauty with stupid simple words so i pressed leaves there instead from last autumn we were so much closer then like the pages folded together inseparable and they have retained their warning of the season's change/ transitional essence even though the aqua feathers of our friendship have been scattered haphazardly across this province of apathy you see the glitter on a piece of garbage lying on the frozen street you found that one crucial aspect of me amongst the thousands of pictures i concealed this tiny leaf of truth and you halted in your haste to bend over pick me up and tuck me away in a safe place in the corners of your own cracked heart only to cut me out with lovely artistic fingers and give me back magic in the form of an original holiday gift and all i ask myself is: how can i ever emulate you enough? * * * i fell off this cloud for eating common crackers in bed it was never ascending anywhere anyways but southern-belle south my impression of scarlett i could go back and rent green blinds jealous willfulness not seeing eventuality just justified duplicity i no longer need the salt to be a sardine * * * your nick means morning in french your name means beginning to me in every language we care to invent i'll pronounce reverently your magnificent existence divine intervention at the last second * * * teach me to give selflessly at times i feel lazy and i'll teach you how to fit wherever the topography of my body beckons teach me the meanings of foreign words unfamiliar concepts like unconditional positive regard and i'll teach you the reality of love's physicality the three most heart-warming words made real for you to feel over and over and there will be no copyright infringements on us my love accept us tangible heart-mate baker of soul-bullar i forward to you every single greedy cell * * * u r my nattmacka i would never need five meals a day with you around u r my alcohol anonymous prayer i would never whisper our father set to new year's hymns u r my alternative mineral beverage i would never slurp ordinary root beer again u r my homemade sour rhubarb pie i would never settle for supermarket substitutes u r my vanessa mae violin in absolute unison i would never need the phantom of the opera toronto orchestra to hear the sounds of delirium you make to taste your sweet unconventionality to lick up all the teardrops you've caught to overhear all the sofa-pleas you've offered up to devour every morsel of your before-the-world-was-made love ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 7 Dec 1999 16:35:17 -0800 (PST) From: robin cole Subject: ET: Missing In Naomi’s 3D, He’s sweet & soft & cuddly, Like a well-loved Teddy bear Left over from childhood, But never left far from the bed. It sounds so trite, this Teddy-bear comparison, But it’s true! My six-foot tall, Fuzzy-faced source of fuzzy comfort, Filling me with happiness Just by being himself, In our kitchen With his popcorn and iced tea. In Naomi’s 2D, No one can see his beautiful face, With all its expressiveness, The care & concern & love Obvious in those amazing eyes, And also under the fuzziness. But I got to see them Every time he looked at his anomaly, Making me feel grateful to be a recognizable anomaly. And he has these little sounds That accompany the ballet on his face, And help the feelings travel From his heart to mine. Oh, how sad I am To be back in 2D. It’s familiar, but hated, Begrudged. It doesn’t allow for the pleasure Of learning the names of waiters and waitresses, Because he always asks, Making us new friends everywhere we go; And the delight of watching him Fall in love with the desert, Desperate to capture its beauty on film, “Oh! I just saw a great shot! Can we go back?” Validating my place of origin for me, Making me love it too, Even though I never did before. And this insufficient 2D plane Leaves out the feeling of contentment I felt When I could feel his flesh Underneath my palms And pressed against my chest, And the much-craved wholeness achieved When he completed me The way only his kind can my kind. Oh, how I miss that. I have my 3D memories: Photographs on the microwave And on piece of furniture #2 of 3, Love-you notes on the stove, Music in my CD-players, An extra toothbrush in the holder. But memories don’t compare To the feeling of Naomi’s 2D into 3D. And Angelface and my mushy-pillow Can’t fill in for my human Teddy bear Anymore. Come back. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Thousands of Stores. Millions of Products. All in one place. Yahoo! Shopping: http://shopping.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 7 Dec 1999 20:51:40 EST From: Mika911@aol.com Subject: ET: Fwd: Please return this when received! :-) > >> > > My Special List > >> > > > >> > > I have a list of folks I know... > >> > > all written in a book, > >> > > And every now and then.. > >> > > I go and take a look. > >> > > > >> > > That is when I realize > >> > > these names... they are a part, > >> > > not of the book they're written in... > >> > > but taken from the heart. > >> > > > >> > > For each Name stands for someone... > >> > > who has crossed my path sometime, > >> > > and in that meeting they have > >> > > become... > >> > > the reason and the rhyme. > >> > > > >> > > Although it sounds fantastic... > >> > > for me to make this claim, > >> > > I really am composed... > >> > > of each remembered name. > >> > > > >> > > Although you're not aware... > >> > > of any special link, > >> > > just knowing you, has shaped my > >> > > life... > >> > > more than you could think. > >> > > > >> > > So please don't think my greeting... > >> > > as just a mere routine, > >> > > your name was not... > >> > > forgotten in between. > >> > > > >> > > For when I send a greeting... > >> > > that is addressed to you, > >> > > it is because you're on the list... > >> > > of folks I'm indebted to. > >> > > > >> > > So whether I have known you... > >> > > for many days or few, > >> > > in some ways you have a part... > >> > > in shaping things I do. > >> > > > >> > > I am but a total... > >> > > of many folks I've met, > >> > > you are a friend I would prefer... > >> > > never to forget. > >> > > > >> > > Thank you for being my friend! > >> > > > >> > > OK, THIS IS A TEST TO SEE HOW MANY > >>FRIENDS YOU > >> > > HAVE!!! > >> > > > >> > > DON'T BE HURT BY THIS IF NO ONE SENDS > >>IT BACK, > >> > > IT'S JUST A TEST. > >> > > > >> > > OK, HERE GOES...INSTANTLY...WHEN YOU > >>RECEIVE > >> > > THIS LETTER, YOU'RE REQUESTED TO SEND IT > >>TO AT LEAST > >> > > 10 PEOPLE,INCLUDING THE ONE WHO SENT IT > >>TO YOU. ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 7 Dec 1999 22:40:16 -0500 From: "Robert A. Peate" Subject: ET: go with the flow :) the worry wart was walking down the street. "i'm so worried i don't know if i'll make it to the other end of the street! i'd better sit down right here." and so the worry wart sat down, his hands over his face so he wouldn't have to see anything. the go-with-the-flow kind of gal was walking down the street from the opposite direction. when she saw the worry wart seated on the side of the street with his hands covering his face, she stopped too. "hello," she said cautiously but relaxedly. "go away," the worry wart responded. "i'm a danger to be around. i'm probably reflecting some harmful radiation at you right now," he said. "oh, don't be silly," the go-with-the-flow kind of gal said, lifting his hands away from his face. "there," she said. "now i can see you." "why would you want to see me?" the worry wart asked, worried. "why wouldn't i?" the go-with-the-flow kind of gal answered. "you're not displeasing to the eye." she regarded him further. "in fact, you're kind of handsome. if we could make you a go-with-the-flow kind of guy, you'd be spectacular!" she clapped her hands in delight. the worry wart looked around nervously. "don't do that!" he urged. "someone might hear you!" he seemed even more worried than before. "so what if they did?" the go-with-the-flow kind of gal asked the worry wart. "well, you never know," the worry wart said, settling back down into his morose state. "i think you worry too much," the go-with-the-flow kind of gal said, regarding him curiously. "oh, no--it's all i can do to keep on top of the worries i have. if anything, i don't worry *enough*." "uh, huh. well, i hope you're happy." "happy?? how can i be happy in this horrible world?" the worry wart covered his face again. "it's like this," the go-with-the-flow kind of gal explained, sitting down next to him. "i'm a go-with-the-flow kind of gal. that means that i know my limits. i can't change everything. and those things i can't change, i don't fight." "that's horrible!" the worry wart exclaimed, dropping his hands unconsciously. "how do you sleep at night? (i sleep very fitfully, by the way.)" "very peacefully," the go-with-the-flow kind of gal answered. "because i know my place in the scheme of things, and i don't pretend to more. you should try it--you'd be much more relaxed." "oh, if only i could be!" moaned the worry wart, looking down. "you should be," the go-with-the-flow kind of gal continued. "i can tell just by looking at you that you're a nervous wreck, afraid of your own shadow." "is it back?" the worry wart jumped up in fear, looking down at the ground for it. thankfully, the sun had gone behind a cloud, so he didn't see it, and could relax (by his standard) again. he remained standing. "i can't sit back down," he said to the go-with-the-flow kind of gal. "what if i break my back when i try to sit?" "what if you try to live?" she asked, standing. "i'm afraid." "i know." the worry wart looked at the clouds overhead, worried about rain. "but i do so want to be happy," he cried, tears forming on his face. he turned to the go-with-the-flow kind of gal, who put out her arms to comfort him. "it's okay," she said. "no," he protested. "it hasn't been okay in a long time." "it is now." ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #350 **********************************