From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #63 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 Sunday, February 20 2000 Volume 03 : Number 063 * 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 V3 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: Tolerance, and words. ["Sam Plant" ] ET: Tolerance, and words. ["Sam Plant" ] ET: Letter to Amanda(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: Thinking of the past... [JADED022@aol.com] ET: ~ into the night ~ (poh-emm) ["marty" ] ET: long ago intros [kara garbe ] Re: ET: Thinking of the past... [shivergirl ] Fwd: ET: long ago intros [DPS8315@aol.com] Re: [Fwd: ET: long ago intros] [genben@usa.net] ET: My Website ["BigBlueJr  " ] ET: oh to be a productive angel ["The Phoenix Princessa" ] Re: [Re: [Fwd: ET: long ago intros]] [Naomi Vaughn Subject: ET: Tolerance, and words. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2000 21:21:11 PST From: "Sam Plant" Subject: ET: Tolerance, and words. In a land far away, there lived my neighbor. A normal looking fellow, young, of average build, he went by the name of Joseph. Now, Joseph had never really been a popular fellow, but he had his friends, and above all else, he loved his friends. All the time one would find Joseph laughing and playing happy childhood games with another neighbor or perhaps a class mate. It is unfortunate that I never really played with him, because in retrospect I notice how much respect the poor child deserved. Then one day, he told his friend a secret, a secret so dire to him that he could no longer hold it within himself. Now, when the friend heard the words come out of Joseph's mouth, he gasped. Obviously, Joseph must be joking, thought the friend. Obviously, Joseph mus be making such a thing up. That night, his friends father knocked on the door of the house, and Joseph went to answer the door. With harsh words of anger, and of fear, and of obvious blatant, utter, moronic, stupid, ignorance the man silenced Joseph for life. Mr. Stupid, Joseph's friend's father, somehow believed that Joseph was going to make his child's mind warped and that he had to do something about it. I speak in vaguity, not because I want my writing to suck, but because meaning comes through interpreting, and not just skimming the surface of whatever you read. Open your eyes, open your mind, and you may very well be surprised at what you see in the world around you. So many wish to spend their lives looking at the ruts in their path dug in by the millions who came before them. They never once , NOT A SINGLE TIME, care to take a look at the world around them. At the different paths taken by different people. They dream their dreams within the confines of their own facade, not realizing that they have all along covered up their real selves and replaced it with foul wrappings used way too often by too many people. *heh, thanks for listening to my ramblings. Oh, the moods I get in* WORDS!!! The biggest badge I have is the smallest book I own. I decided something, remind me someday and I'll tell you. I once knew a place of gold Surrounded in trees of age. Blessed with silent suffering Tempered with noisy joy. How can one hide From a fact so plain and clear. How can one despise Someone they hold so dear. How many orchestras have played without thought What I sing with passion. Such weight from the soul, Lends credibility to thought. Expression reveals the true desires of the heart. Even to yourself. Have a nice night. Sleep well, and dream better. Sam Indefatigable, yet not unconquerable. Night Jade, shiv and all the others out there in Word-Land. Good luck Jade, I hope your audition goes/went well. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 20 Feb 2000 01:40:06 -0500 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: Letter to Amanda(poem) Hiya all!! *sigh* Ohmigosh! I hate it sometimes when God does this type of junk to me! I sooo wanted to kill myself tonight because of a bunch of junk going on in my life, but then Amanda IMed me out of the blue..and I didn't have her on my buddy list because I didn't want to be hurt anymore, so I got that window asking me if I wanted to receive an IM from her. She was like saying because of guys treating her like crap she hasn't been acting herself lately...Oh gosh! I feel soooo happy now!! Uh oh, My defenses are down..I gotta get those fixed or people might attack me or I might fall in love again(Oh NO!). I wrote this to her, even though it will probably never get to her(I know I'm not giving it to her any time soon). Anyhow, questions, comments, flames, and suggestions are welcome but not necessary and if you dont' want my poetry..just lemme know :) k? Take cares and Have a Great Day!! :o) -Seth ======================================= Letter to Amanda by Seth D. Fulmer 1/20/00 Amanda when you left tonight I forgot to tell you something I love you so very much I can't believe I hated you Don't worry what you told me Guys can be real assholes Look at me I'm one myself I try not to be but I fail I know now I was foolish to think you would be so mean and hate me for doing nothing but being of the masculine gender Thank you for being kind tonight and messaging me out of the blue I was ready to declare war on you I'm glad now that I waited God can be so mean sometimes He lets you get down so much and then he does things so rich and raises you up to heaven! ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 20 Feb 2000 02:00:47 EST From: JADED022@aol.com Subject: ET: Thinking of the past... Don't even know if I like this one myself...Just in a mood I guess, I think I should take a look at it and maybe I'll like it in the morning? ~Jade~ - --Not yet titled-- Impressionable as I know I am I pretend I made those decisions on my own I climbed out of the shadows Just long enough to breathe, And allowed myself to feel things I wouldn't have dared And there, found some of the forgotten pieces I thought I had lost along the way I pretend none of this ever happened, Those things that seem to banish me now Thinking of the past and trying not to live in it You can't let go of what haunts you When you're not strong enough To embrace it 'cause Sometimes its easier to forget yourself Than forgive ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 20 Feb 2000 12:52:20 +0100 From: "marty" Subject: ET: ~ into the night ~ (poh-emm) wrote this very rapidly&unedited ;) time for a walk in the sun! it's bright& kold but lovely outside.. so see ya! :) komments welcomed&appreciated.. hugstoy'all & lovet*marty. ¤ darling let me tonight carry you over the threshold to dreamland and wrap your sleep deep in love let flow seep in to your heart like water to nourish your soul with warmth you i love you i love endlessly endlessly ¤ how i wonder how you are, star sleep oh sleep my love oh let me not interrupt your dream i will not make a sound yet quietly i am lying here slowly ¤ listening loving your breath from within i will not sleep but wait for your morning in patiency tranquil yearning the day of our spirit's freedom let us out, from a wishful dream hand holding hand, folding into a prayer to follow, and last let the moment last on to an old age, in to the end. ¤ ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 20 Feb 2000 12:35:12 -0500 (Eastern Standard Time) From: kara garbe Subject: ET: long ago intros hey guys, i was just cleaning out REALLY old email, and i found several old issues that i'd saved from this list's little baby origins... waaaaaay back when it was hosted by onelist. i found intros from some of you folks like naomi, sam, james... isn't that a trip? everyone's like, "hi, i'm 14 years old"... haha! oh, and i was wondering, what happened to lara who started this list, anyway?? hmm... ok, everyone have a great day, i'm off to read some paradise lost. (there ain't nothing like milton's epic poetry about the fall of man) ~k ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "Let me die trying to tell you one word that might matter in a life of words that wound" -Cathryn Hankla ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 20 Feb 2000 13:28:09 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: Re: ET: Thinking of the past... JADED022@aol.com wrote: > Don't even know if I like this one myself... i don't think it comes down to a matter of liking, with poh-etry. ;) > Just in a mood I guess, I think I > should take a look at it and maybe I'll like it in the morning? > ~Jade~ honestly, from the queen of uber-kewl titles, i think you have one, right there, above in "maybe i'll like it in the morning." :) > > > --Not yet titled-- > > Impressionable as I know I am great intro > I pretend I made those decisions on my own like the cadence > I climbed out of the shadows > Just long enough to breathe, > And allowed myself to feel things I wouldn't have dared > And there, i'd lose the and > found some of the forgotten pieces > I thought I had lost along the way a wee bit cliche > I pretend none of this ever happened, > Those things that seem to banish me now interestie way to put itthings banishing *you* > Thinking of the past and trying not to live in it > You can't let go of what haunts you > When you're not strong enough > To embrace it how sadly true > 'cause > Sometimes its easier to forget yourself > Than forgive care to expand? think the scenery's lookin a bit too familiar.... ;) take kares, shiv* ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 20 Feb 2000 14:16:12 EST From: DPS8315@aol.com Subject: Fwd: ET: long ago intros - --part1_4d.180e1d4.25e1977c_boundary Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit - --part1_4d.180e1d4.25e1977c_boundary Content-Type: message/rfc822 Content-Disposition: inline Return-path: DPS8315@aol.com From: DPS8315@aol.com Full-name: DPS8315 Message-ID: <4.13db33e.25e180d3@aol.com> Date: Sun, 20 Feb 2000 12:39:31 EST Subject: Re: ET: long ago intros To: garbe@virginia.edu MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Mailer: AOL 4.0 for Windows 95 sub 38 In a message dated 2/20/00 12:33:34 PM US Eastern Standard Time, lakini@virginia.edu writes: > hey guys, i was just cleaning out REALLY old email, and i found > several old issues that i'd saved from this list's little baby > origins... waaaaaay back when it was hosted by onelist. i found > intros from some of you folks like naomi, sam, james... isn't that > a trip? everyone's like, "hi, i'm 14 years old"... haha! oh, and i > was wondering, what happened to lara who started this list, > anyway?? hmm... ok, everyone have a great day, i'm off to read some > paradise lost. (there ain't nothing like milton's epic poetry about > the fall of man) > > ~k > you know, lol, almost a month ago I had a similar experience..mine was merely checking out the very first digests from back in the day, ..it was quite nostalgic remembering the quaint little days of said intros, and I too wondered what happened to our beloved leader.. I wonder in fact, if she's even still around. So i'm calling, where are you? James - --part1_4d.180e1d4.25e1977c_boundary-- ------------------------------ Date: 20 Feb 00 15:10:28 EST From: genben@usa.net Subject: Re: [Fwd: ET: long ago intros] okay, i will join in the reminisce and the call-out. a while ago i went to the archives to figure out just exactly when i joined - and i realized we are slowly approaching some sort of anniversary. how many years has it been now, oldies? and where is our founding mother these days? ben ____________________________________________________________________ Get free email and a permanent address at http://www.netaddress.com/?N=1 ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 20 Feb 2000 19:22:56 CST From: "BigBlueJr  " Subject: ET: My Website Hey everyone, once you go here, you'll know who I am probably, oh well, naomi already guessed anyway. so please visit my website, it's kinda dull, but oh well. here's the url: http://bigbluejr.tripod.com [c: ß®I@N ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 20 Feb 2000 17:27:43 -0800 From: "The Phoenix Princessa" Subject: ET: oh to be a productive angel does she like the taste of sherry in her mouth the feel of salt stinging in her cuts the knowledge that her pain runs through her whole history that lust will open up her doorways and bring him in - - the velvet and the silver are warm against cold together providing a contrast in the twisted wire around my throat - - high down high down high down minor a voice whines, echoes and then seeps into a murmur ~a thousand tears crying ~the loss carved by razor blades ~in their skin ~so easy to shoot it up, ~so easy to blow it gone - - fragments my mind in fragments my heart splits a million tiny hairline breaks my arteries cough blood my skin in welted fragments my tongue scrapes against the jilted fragments of my words the wire snapped broke against me the reggae beat it into fragments - - the car bounces thumps heavily pounding as they rocket away in a blur of blue slurpees of funk colors of punk goth lip studs of painted nails and breasts and slinky armed boys of fingernails digging and hands caressing and hair flying and lips tasting and bodies lusting and screaming lights of fruit punch lip gloss and excess of life pulsing through their veins laughing through their empty echoes crashing and flying while they burn - - tears are tiny beads of blood red against the oh-so-snow pale of a cold-out burning-in body - - i am walking around with an invisible sign that everyone can apparently see. i've suddenly become pale and my nails and my tears stain in rust, and the sign reads "Refused". - - snow white may exist after all, in her laughable lily body with her naive mind, she thinks she's a princess. except this time her giggle is only halfway real, she has no 14 hands to fall into, the woods have changed a bit, and people come in tinted shades. her black hair is dyed, her skin is only pale in winter, and the other third, the red, was the drop of blood that fell on the snow~ she was once assumed innocence, she's now assumed to know, allowed to hurt, begged to give, and scorned when she asks why. - - you would never know that she has had so much silver and metal sticking in her, floating out from her, by the way she walks and smiles and then sighs all the way to the ground. the soft-lit stars jabbed into her ears, the intricate necklace choking her, the scars whispering blades, blades from devestated skin, the twisted rings, the silver rain drops trickling a glimmer trail down her cheekbones, and the grey floating in and out of her eyes that stare into you so you grow uncomfortable and look away and pretend to be studying the placemat. she loved so much color, but lately she has covered herself in so many things that no one cares to see. - - - --- "when everything feels like the movies, you bleed just to know you're alive" ~ggd~ get your free gURLmAIL at http://www.gURLmAIL.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 20 Feb 2000 21:00:15 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: the stupendous incredible SAMARA i feel like such a jerk for never replying in time (i.e. the same year), but i just have to say that i finally got around to really reading and digesting and being incredibly awed by sam's stuff; i think it's pure genius, i'm printing it as we read (it merits more than just being relegated to the angel folder of notable stuff ;). that's all. oh yeah; if any of you save the digests/posts or feel like re-discovering/savouring something other than introductory offerings, it was december 15, before the numbers changed. that's all. i'll stop being "profilic" now. :) joyfulgirlinherownlilworld p.s. the title of the session is "this phoenix rises up from the ashes" and omigod! they just played tara maclean's ~higher~ on ~felicity~!!!!!!!! ahhhhhhhhhhh! does anyone else have any kathleen wilhoite stuff? or any recommendations of great music stuff they'd like to share???? ------------------------------ Date: 20 Feb 00 20:36:36 CST From: Naomi Vaughn Subject: Re: [Re: [Fwd: ET: long ago intros]] wow, seems like forever :) our nice little family has shifted so much since then! gosh, i can still remember day one. guess i'll have to go ruffling through our past as well. anyhoo, let's see... we should be coming up on our 2nd year now, if i'm not mistaken? much love, nai genben@usa.net wrote: > okay, i will join in the reminisce and the call-out. a while ago i went to > the archives to figure out just exactly when i joined - and i realized we are > slowly approaching some sort of anniversary. how many years has it been now, > oldies? and where is our founding mother these days? > > ben > > ____________________________________________________________________ > Get free email and a permanent address at http://www.netaddress.com/?N=1 *** but, mommy, i don't want to be a girl today. ____________________________________________________________________ Get your own FREE, personal Netscape WebMail account today at http://webmail.netscape.com. ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #63 *********************************