From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #353 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 Saturday, December 11 1999 Volume 02 : Number 353 * 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: ~exiting zams~ :) [shivergirl ] ET: [INSPIRATIONS] 10 December '99 - How Much Does Prayer Weigh ?? [Seth ] ET: Christmas in Fantasia(poem) [Seth Fulmer ] ET: hello with a poem attached [BRONCOBAND@aol.com] ET: By popular request! ["Dr. RomeAntic" ] ET: Unititled [F8thnJEWEL@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 10 Dec 1999 01:02:52 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ~exiting zams~ :) * outline the course use a blue highlighter to underline all the important people in her life of course they will undoubtedly fade to indigo eventually psychology instructors checkmate lovers peeping objectivity and lessons learned all over the chalk-marked board * she was never good at in-class her presentation was always inaudible perhaps because her confidence never was in attendance felt like staying home that day * advance reading i don't recall being that speedy but maybe i gave my soul a spiritual lobotomy had to coerce my self into a heavy helicopter just to drop down drown out once again in this earth-place to meet his face hand-to-hand saving grace not the end * critical analytical girl giving out the failing grades to all the others right after writing the flunking essay herself reporting on the six million plus so what so i'm following orders so what does it matter i came up with them myself i initiated them two months ago so what does that mean i can't use them as an excuse now? so what i can't be mean at all? so what does that mean exactly? you mean it's all worth more than a post-adolescent mid-term? you mean group presentations can actually be fun? you mean i can pick a partner this time on my own? you mean i can go over the word length write more than one paper in reference to him? * keep a copy for your own records because stuff does get lost you know your name could be blotted out like it never existed on the page it could be erased by sheer force of will or other people it could change back into plain jane where it was sage or aynsley when the ink dried all the words cried truth but the teacher pronounced it plagiarism of the worst sort the kind that lies to cover not being good enough to hide not wanting to admit the truth of every student's feared inadequacy the marking scheme evaluating process non-negotiable yet oh-so-crucial to academic success mental prowess becoming a priestess next class * there was something wrong about the way the story was handled (electronically of course) but what couldn't be accomplished in 15-20 minutes reasons&arguements slants&stations with the same godamn host all over the nation depraved without a eucharist bringing out another guest guess it's relevant to his case to make the audience squirm to extend the slotted hour to interview yet another star himself * ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 10 Dec 1999 08:05:29 -0500 (EST) From: Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: [INSPIRATIONS] 10 December '99 - How Much Does Prayer Weigh ?? Hi everybody :) I read this just melted. I feel so sorry for this woman. Well, Take care and Have an Excellent Day!(or try) :o) -Seth ======================================= >Delivered-To: kaosking@unix01.voicenet.com >Delivered-To: kaosking@voicenet.com >X-eGroups-Return: inspirations-mailinglist-return-189-kaosking=voicenet.com@returns.egroups.com >Delivered-To: listsaver-egroups-inspirations-mailinglist@egroups.com >From: "David Young" >To: "INSPIRATIONS Mailing List" >Date: Fri, 10 Dec 1999 11:49:51 +0200 >X-MSMail-Priority: Normal >X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook IMO, Build 9.0.2416 (9.0.2910.0) >Importance: Normal >X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2314.1300 >Mailing-List: contact inspirations-mailinglist-owner@egroups.com >X-Mailing-List: inspirations-mailinglist@egroups.com >List-Help: , > >List-Unsubscribe: >List-Archive: >Subject: [INSPIRATIONS] 10 December '99 - How Much Does Prayer Weigh ?? > >HOW MUCH DOES PRAYER WEIGH?? > >Louise Redden, a poorly dressed lady with a look of defeat on her >face, walked into a grocery store. She approached the owner of the store >in a most humble manner and asked if he would let her charge a few >groceries. She softly explained that her husband was very ill and unable >to work, they had seven children and they needed food. > >John Longhouse, the grocer, scoffed at her and requested that she leave >his store. Visualizing the family needs, she said: 'Please, sir! I >will bring you the money >just as soon as I can." > >John told her he could not give her credit, as she did not have a charge >account at his store. > >Standing beside the counter was a customer who overheard the conversation >between the two. The customer walked forward and told the grocerman >that he would stand >good for whatever she needed for her family. > >The grocer man said in a very reluctant voice, "Do you have a grocery >list? Louise replied "Yes sir" "O.K." he said, "put your grocery list >on the scales and whatever your grocery list weighs, I will give you >that amount in groceries." > >Louise, hesitated a moment with a bowed head, then she reached into her >purse and took out a piece of paper and scribbled something on it. > >She then laid the piece of paper on the scale carefully with her head >still bowed. > >The eyes of the grocerman and the customer showed amazement when the >scales went down and stayed down. The grocerman staring at the scales, >turned slowly to the customer and said begrudgingly, "I can't believe >it." > >The customer smiled and the grocerman started putting the groceries on >the other side of the scales. The scale did not balance so he continued >to put more and more >groceries on them until the scales would hold no >more. > >The grocerman stood there in utter disgust. > >Finally, he grabbed the piece of paper from the scales and looked at it >with greater amazement. It was not a grocery list, it was a prayer which >said: "Dear Lord, you know my needs and I am leaving this in your >hands." > >The grocerman gave her the groceries that he had gathered and placed on >the scales and stood in stunned silence. > >Louise thanked him and left the store. > >The customer handed a fifty-dollar bill to John as he said, "It was worth >every penny of it." > >It was sometime later that John Longhouse discovered the scales were >broken; therefore, only God knows how much a prayer weighs. > > >(Submitted by Pinar Tugcu) > > ><-----[Please Include This Text When You Pass On INSPIRATIONS]-----> >For more info / previous postings, visit http://www.inspirations.za.net >To subscribe, send ANY message to >inspirations-mailinglist-subscribe@egroups.com >To unsubscribe, send ANY message to >inspirations-mailinglist-unsubscribe@egroups.com >Please send any submissions to david@support.co.za ><------------------------------------------------------------------> > >------------------------------------------------------------------------ >Dont have the time or patience to search for unique >products & services? Then click to let us find them for you. >You Request, We Respond. http://clickhere.egroups.com/click/1957 > > > > > > > > >-- 20 megs of disk space in your group's Document Vault >-- http://www.egroups.com/docvault/inspirations-mailinglist/?m=1 ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 10 Dec 1999 13:59:55 -0500 (EST) From: Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: Christmas in Fantasia(poem) Hiya there :) This is your friendly poet Seth speaking(er writing). This poem I guess isn't too great. I actually am proud of it but don't like the fact that it doesn't have the rhythm I'm used to..but oh well! :o) Enjoy! Oh yeah, and if you want to be removed from my poetry list, feel free to say something to me and I won't send them to you :) Take care and Have a Great Day/Holidays!! :o) -Seth ============================= Christmas in Fantasia by Seth D. Fulmer 12/6/99 Though in the night I arise in my sleep akakened by footsteps like felines in heat What do I see when I open the front door but a beautiful sleigh and more elves than an army Santa shows up then with Mrs. Claus in his arm "I'm going to the south pole for a vacation my friend You're the only adult who believes in me anymore Take over the business It may be a while" I tried to protest but Rudolph made a whistle He said "Let's go Santa I've got babes waiting back home" Santa gave a shout and the elves backed away He and Mrs. Claus were now alone in the Sleigh Standing at my front porch my butt freezing in the wind I thought to myself just then "Oh Lord, I'm a big ditz!" I have kids to feed, and a cat that I could shoot a job that pays in peanuts and my car barely starts So I went to bed that night My dreams as strong as rum My stomach making humming noise that was louder than a cannon All of a sudden candy canes appeared all out of the blue a magic carpet, cotton candy a city made of candy corn My bedroom was a place of beauty angels floated past me Grand choirs of shimmering seraphim sang the great hymns of old Out of the blue I land on a cloud I am all naked and bare My measurements are taken everywhere for my newly made costume I said "What's this? Where the hell am I? Why aren't I asleep with my wife? Why in all creation am I this naked an angels around me measuring my waste?" The angels just said "Keep quiet and stand. We're measuring you for your new suit" I said "Am I dead? Where is Jesus the Christ? What suit? I am not even a businessman!" A choir of blue aliens, or that's what he saw floated on by him and sang a gleeful song "Amandus Deus cupit tu sis Santa Claus, Pater, Regis angelorum You will be Kris Kringle this year my son King of the gift givers, god of the malls Angels will worship you, Kids will adore Glory to the heavens, the prince is now born! I was led to a sleigh full of gifts to the sky a bag in the front and 2 bags on the side a list then was given to me listing the kids that need not receive gifts for they were not good The reindeer were sent on their merry little way dragging a sleigh that was easily quite heavy I wanted to try something lively and quick I said each reindeer's name and they gave me a wink We went to each house and finished just in time for the mad little boys and girls to get up at sunrise Then I was taken back to my home, I was given a shower, a shave and a cookie I then went to bed to sleep with my wife but I just could not sleep...It was just too exciting! I woke up right then and kissed my sweet wife I said "Merry Christmas Dear! I love you for all time!" ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 10 Dec 1999 20:40:37 EST From: BRONCOBAND@aol.com Subject: ET: hello with a poem attached Hello everyone! I've been on this list for a while now, but I rarely ever write to it, so I figured I would contribute. Courtney may remember way back when -when I posted ANYTHING :o). Have a great day ya'll! Enjoy even though they are not nearly as good as what I see on this list all the time. *Shadow me from the Darkness* Shadow me from the darkness of life. Shade my eyes from the glare of failure. The black of guilt does burn me red. The sunshine of my gloom hath shown through gay clouds where softness and shade bore my tears like shoulders. ***************************** *Being Used* I'm your little New York Street Rat. Throw me a crumb. I crave your meager offering for my services. **************************** *Superior Ex-Confidant* Make no attempt to deceive that you think me worthy but fault me not and pain me no more for intelligence flees me and knowledge is your whore. ********************************** *Cage of No Boundaries* Imprisoned within a cage of no boundaries I run for no purpose no chance of escape faster is not the answer to be still baracades the door. In sight my meal sits just beyond the bars in a cage with no boundaries the mind cannot be fed without the key my being grows gaunt mind, body, soul all starving the triple does grow dull. **************************** *Lonely* lonely an aging glimpse at patnership needy, needy partner I am I fast myself introversion chalked up to anxiety problems and become lonely lonely without so much a word to accompany it separate from the world apart from my evil envious, vengeful, hypocritical at best stemming from my hurt lonely flowers do grow companions! - --inhumane feelings lash out what is all this? petals of self-pity "Pity thyself a victim who stands alone!" but I do not (stand alone) I have commenced others to bear a lonely state. so where is my right to pitty? Save myself from hurting them choose to be lonely. Thanks!! Laura ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 11 Dec 1999 03:16:59 +0100 From: "Dr. RomeAntic" Subject: ET: By popular request! Hi folks! EDA Music Awards 2000 are not yet in full swing... it's still the first phase... but I got some of you requesting a form... others didn't follow it... and those rare ones did it absolutely right and I thank you! So here it is... for all of you who don't have time to waste on typing unnecessary characters :))) You are to send nominations for best album/song of 1999 in certain category! Rules are still the same... if you are unfamiliar with them or can't quite recall... check last post of the jewel-digest #717 or e-mail me! Here is a submission form for all of you! Write in 1 to max 5 nominations in format [#] [Song/Album Title] [Artist] <--- this is important or leave empty if you wish to nominate nothing in that category! THIS MUST BE SENT TO ME k4fr0010@kiss.uni-lj.si NOT THE LIST!! - --------------- CUT HERE ---------------------------- Best Folk Album [1] [] [] [2] [] [] [3] [] [] [4] [] [] [5] [] [] Best Folk Song [1] [] [] [2] [] [] [3] [] [] [4] [] [] [5] [] [] Best Rock/Alternative/Metal Album [1] [] [] [2] [] [] [3] [] [] [4] [] [] [5] [] [] Best Rock/Alternative/Metal Song [1] [] [] [2] [] [] [3] [] [] [4] [] [] [5] [] [] Best R&B/Soul Album [1] [] [] [2] [] [] [3] [] [] [4] [] [] [5] [] [] Best R&B/Soul Song [1] [] [] [2] [] [] [3] [] [] [4] [] [] [5] [] [] Best Rap/Hip Hop Album [1] [] [] [2] [] [] [3] [] [] [4] [] [] [5] [] [] Best Rap/Hip Hop Song [1] [] [] [2] [] [] [3] [] [] [4] [] [] [5] [] [] Best Pop/Dance Album [1] [] [] [2] [] [] [3] [] [] [4] [] [] [5] [] [] Best Pop/Dance Song [1] [] [] [2] [] [] [3] [] [] [4] [] [] [5] [] [] Best Country Album [1] [] [] [2] [] [] [3] [] [] [4] [] [] [5] [] [] Best Country Song [1] [] [] [2] [] [] [3] [] [] [4] [] [] [5] [] [] Best Soundtrack [1] [] [] [2] [] [] [3] [] [] [4] [] [] [5] [] [] Best Song From A Soundtrack [1] [] [] [2] [] [] [3] [] [] [4] [] [] [5] [] [] - --------------- CUT HERE ---------------------------- C'mon there's no excuse now... send in your nominations and make us choose from the best! :)) For those of you who asked: Album Of The Year Album Of The Millennium Song Of The Year (Song Of The Millenium???) Best Jewel Song will be open for direct voting (along with 5 songs from each above category that received most nominations) in part 2 coming around December 15th! - -- Have fun and stay beautiful Dr. RomeAntic, an angel with the worst stroke of luck and a flash of silver lining Kids say the darnedest things: "Beethoven wrote music even though he was deaf. He was so deaf he wrote loud music. He took long walks in the forest even when everyone was calling him. I guess he could not hear so good. Beethoven expired in 1827 and later died from this." Catch Dr. RomeAntic's outdated cyber image @ http://www.geocities.com/Paris/Metro/2009 ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 10 Dec 1999 23:39:59 EST From: F8thnJEWEL@aol.com Subject: ET: Unititled hi there angels ... i've been lurking for a long time, but this is my first post :) so be kind ... :) i also wanted to say how much i enjoy reading everyone's stories and poems ... so here is my really really short poem - -------------------------------------------------------------------- Untitled They say they see me But they don't They see right through me They say they hear me But they don't I am a hum in their ears They say they know me But they don't They only know my name - ------------------------------------------------------------------- ~Elizabeth ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #353 **********************************