From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #74 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, March 2 2000 Volume 03 : Number 074 * 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: Angellic Jellybean vendors(poem) [Seth Fulmer ] ET: You and me struggling [kara garbe ] ET: ketchup on fake d-days.. [shivergirl ] ET: unisex bathrooms [kara garbe ] ET: The power of friendship [PinkFleshyHeart@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Wed, 1 Mar 2000 15:42:55 -0500 (EST) From: Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: Angellic Jellybean vendors(poem) Hey there :) I have no idea what's going on in my head! I mean...Angels selling jellybeans? Comon!!! :) (Naomi, shush!)...Ok, someone said they didn't think that last line belongs...if you think so, or anything else, let me know and I'll remove it cuz sorta the poem could go either way hehe :) If you don't want to receive my poems, let me know. Also as I sorta said earlier, any comments, questions, flames, and suggestions are welcome but not necessary :) Take cares and I hope you all have a most Excellent Day!! :o) -Seth ============================================== Angellic Jellybean vendors by Seth D. Fulmer 3-1-00 I read in the newspaper yesterday "Get yourself a prayer" I took the ad as an advertisement for the church of the holy savior I walk down the street and look at a sign It said the end is near So I made a left and went up a block and found myself a billionaire He gave me money by the hundred thousands My pockets overflowing with bills He then gave me a postcard quoting I think the bible Thou shalt be both humble and stupid I continued down the street and got on the subway An angel approached me with a smile Would you like some jellybeans they're 5 for a dime "No thanks, I need to save my apetite" The subway car comes to a stop 20 feet from home I get out of the trolley, go up the stairs and find myself in Harlem My life's not in harlem, I went the wrong way God Dammit all I could have cried rape Why does God put me in trouble with all I have done? So I return to the subway, and run back home the other way and find my home back in richtown The angel's still sitting there with Jellybeans selling for nickels and a smile that could make demons melt ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 1 Mar 2000 15:50:21 -0500 (Eastern Standard Time) From: kara garbe Subject: ET: You and me struggling here's a poem i wrote this morning in a rather strange form that i saw in a literary magazine here at school. comments much much appreciated! also, hello to all of you out there, especially those of you who've been posting lately about going through problems.... my thoughts are with you all. i'd say hi to all the people i write to whom i've been neglecting lately, but i remember back to the first time i was on this list two years ago and everyone would always say hi to each other and i felt completely excluded. so i don't want to be a party to that... so hello to everybody! yes, you, person i don't know... hello! please, have a beautiful day. ~kara You and me struggling Struggling with only a fragile body to support us, You grow in me with no better form of sustenance. After years of preparing, I can offer you no better, Gravity so weak that only flesh holds you in. You grow in me with no better form of sustenance; This body is all you've been able to find. Gravity so weak that only flesh holds you in, Almost slipping down a patchwork of blood. This body is all you've been able to find And I cannot promise that my flesh will not kill you, Slipping away down a patchwork of blood. I would not wish this fate on anyone. I still cannot promise that my flesh will not kill you. Bodies fail mothers and children are ripped out, and I would not wish this fate on anyone: A sky so pale that clouds can't be seen. Bodies fail and children must be ripped out, so I always thought I was beyond recovery. A sky so pale that clouds can't be seen Behind two wingless birds teaching each other to fly. I always thought I was beyond recovery - You and me struggling with a fragile body to support us, Two wingless birds teaching each other to fly. After years of preparing, I can offer you no better. ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 01 Mar 2000 20:36:41 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ketchup on fake d-days.. wow. does anyone member the original?? hmm... i'm woefully ignorant; who is/were devo? are they american? i have to say i'm intrigued by the title of the song.. :) reminds me of dar williams' ~as cool as i am~ ;) what exactly are "old-school sensibilities"? how many of you get muchmusic down there or up there or over there somewheres? just curious. what do you think of it? :) i've never got mtv, only seen its euro-trash cousin in dublin, so i really can't offer an opinion.. but i can say through long hours of research (i.e. watching) that mm is primarily based on this teeny-bopper huge disposable-income-dropping demographic... and that kinda sucks.. it's all britney, christina, backstreet boys, 'n sync, and.... hardly anyone over like...30. but you see! we've been saved up here! and much is really not all about that, my fren worked there as an intern, and they had lots of kewl different artists like korn, limp bizkit, marc anthony... and i adore sook-yin lee, the pre-eminent vj.. but we gots muchmoremusic! and it's like...the grown-up version of much! and i've never seen so much tori before on tv! and sarah, and jewel, and live concerts from all over the world, benefits and the like! it plays lots of oldie stuff, like ~in your eyes~ and gems of the alternative mainstream. very kewl. as for the hasty comeback quality of this (old by now!) debate, flame does not necessarily require a response. ;) but it's so fun and non-angelic. ;) and james, sweetie, i don't think the lunatic(chick) was necessarily firing only at you specifically. ;) i hate to hear you're a self-proclaimed billy. so what exactly is this "romantic lifestyle" you're livin, huh? :) i agree that this existence is (nearly) everything that matters. you seriously base your life on "coolness," irrespective of how you choose to define it? are you serious? hope yer joshing.. > EVERYONE SAY IT WITH ME, > COOLNESS. k.KeWlNeSs. ;) > > > As I said before, I like fast cars me too. > and cute girls not particularly.i prefer ones with comely brains. > and I'm not the least bit > ashamed by it. > So I pay inflated prices for clothes and CDs from > manufactured groups, does this make me less of a person? of course not! The base of the whole skater vs prep war is > actually a blinded hypocritical battle fought between equally biased sides- > neither willing to admit they're much more alike than they'd ever dreamed. this whole thing reminds me of clueless. > > > We all come from a capitalist society, one built on egotism and hedonism, and > for anyone to pretend that they are any better than the next is not only > idiotic, it is more appropriately illogical. but not any worse, maybe, either. > > > Although you may not have intentionally offended anyone, your flaming > comments hinted at much deeper anti-everything sentiments, great word! > and I felt that > even if this borders on flame, a full defense and redirection was necessary. so formal!is this girl a regular member?? is she still with us, or has james scared her into a unisex bathroom?? > ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 1 Mar 2000 21:46:23 -0500 (Eastern Standard Time) From: kara garbe Subject: ET: unisex bathrooms > is she still with us, or has james scared her into a unisex bathroom?? you know, unisex bathrooms aren't such a bad place to be driven into. i wouldn't want to be in one permanently, but that has to do with it being a bathroom, not specifically unisex. university of california at berkeley has unisex bathrooms in (at least some of) their dorms, and i had some really great conversation with guys in the bathroom. do you think that one day all bathrooms will be unisex and we'll look back on the days of gendered bathrooms the same way we look back on the days of racial water fountains and the like? hmmmm... off to read PARADISE LOST! i am way too enthusiastic about such an old epic... woohoo! ~kara ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 1 Mar 2000 21:43:27 EST From: PinkFleshyHeart@aol.com Subject: ET: The power of friendship I thought you all would get something out of this. It was sent to me by a friend. Lisa Never underestimate friendship! One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives." He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!". There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Dang boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him! Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey,big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story." I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable." I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth. Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others. ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #74 *********************************