From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #294 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 Friday, August 11 2000 Volume 03 : Number 294 * 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: hi [Mango Ara ] ET: I wish I could be there for you ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: all my love all my kisses you dont know what you been missing [Mango ] ET: lock your doors kids this is the bad part of town... [Katherine Alexa] Re: ET: lock your doors kids this is the bad part of town... [W1GGY2@aol.] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Wed, 09 Aug 2000 23:51:14 -0700 From: Mango Ara Subject: ET: hi i'm back from a family trip that lasted too long, to find my life in shambles, and yet my life is only beginning. so i have poetry to send, but not for awhile--my head hurts too much and my emotional world aches too much for me to feel like thinking. love samara ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2000 08:22:25 -0400 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: I wish I could be there for you Hi there everyone :) This may not be to the calliber my other poems are at but still...I know some people might be able to find alternative motives/descriptions to this poem than what I meant it for...you can do what you want with it hehehe :) I hope you are all doing well and as you know...if you don't want my poems let me know..and comments and all that are welcome but not required :) Take cares and Have a Great Day!! I love you Stephany so much!!! :) :o) - -Seth :o) ================================================================ I wish I could be there for you by Seth D. Fulmer 8/10/00 I wish I could be there and hold your hand when you're down when you're not feeling well When the day or the week isn't going your way I wish I could be there to make true your every prayer I love you; I miss you I wish you could confide in me When you hurt, so do I but for me, the pain won't ever die Baby I pray that you feel good I'd really do anything for you to make you feel fresh as rain in your soul, your mind, and your body ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2000 08:36:49 EDT From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: OT: Help with quote for website So....I'm making a new version of my website with all images of Scotland. I'm looking for quotes (I need AT LEAST two) If you guys would look through these and tell me which onces you like the best. Or maybe you have a quote that might work good. Please tell me! Thanks! "We must laugh at man to avoid crying for him." Napoleon "Darkness cannot drive out darkness, only Light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, only Love can do that." Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. "Cherish your vision; Cherish your ideals; Cherish the music that stirs in your heart, The beauty that forms in your mind, The loveliness that drapes Your purest thoughts, If you remain true to them, your world will at last be built." James Allen Nothing comes to a sleeper but a dream." "You ask what hope is. He (Aristolle says it is a waking dream." - -Diogenes "The lily of the vale, of flowers the queen, Puts on the robe she neither sew'd nor spun." - -Michael Bruce "Like the dew on the mountain, Like the foam on the fountian, thou art gone, and forever!" - -Scott Into the night of the heart your name drops slowly and moves in silence and falls and breaks and spreads its water *Pablo Neruda* Rebecca ````````````````````````````````````` www.envy.nu/eee I hear music at midnight ````````````````````````````````````` "I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." +Van Gogh+ ````````````````````````````````````` ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2000 13:25:16 -0700 From: Mango Ara Subject: ET: i dont' think this got sent camille crossed all the dots over the i's with x's, and smiled to herself, putting down her pen and ripping up the paper. she was a bit bored. or at least she had been, but now she was dazing off, staring out across the patio with the tables and chairs and blonde boys and eastern girls, across the dark black road where cars whirred by, stared at the hills, and smiled. there's nothing like dreaming to make boredom fade away. her name was mara camille, but lately she was going by camille. people called her whatever they wanted to, though. well, not exactly anything. if they called her a bitch, she cast them a look from out of her charcoal-lined eyes and said, "and that's an insult?" they never called her a bitch again, after that. she had a lot of nicknames, but lately she had thought to just go by camille. not that that stopped anyone from making up new names for her. she didn't mind either way. when she had her own place, she was going to have a burt's bees bathroom. it was as simple as that. burt's bees was a company that made soaps in little honey-colored perfectly rectangle bars, hand balms in tiny tin bottles and lip balms that smelled like bees and trees. she was going to have a burt's bees bathroom, that much was for sure. it would have simple breezy little curtains, and it would smell like honey and like the wind, the free breezing wind. buddy holly crooned his rollercoaster-feel-good grooves as she sat dreaming. she could see everything now, wavering like a mirage in a blue-sky day. she could see herself marrying colo. she knew they would, because they had so much fun together, so many good talks and long walks, they danced, they took pictures, they noticed the most intricate and bizarre details about life, they painted, they lay on the beach and ran screaming through the surf. colo. she used to think she wanted to have a lot of experiences in guys. that made her sound a little slutty, but she didn't mean it to be that way. she just wanted to go out with a lot of them. she wanted to feel against her skin the perfect, modelesque tan body of one of those gorgeous flawless boys that you knew was really a dickhead, but you couldn't resist it all the same. however, she no longer found the need for that. oh, she wasn't in love with colo yet--they were friends, the best of friends. but that didn't matter much, did it? falling passionately in love. they had their passionate moments, anyway. all that really meant anything was that they could do anything together, everything together, spend each moment stoked or mellow, it didn't matter. they shared the same fantasies--the kind of fantasies that you are ready to mold into a reality as soon as the opportunity comes. she could see both of them so easily. camille and colo, living in an artsy beat town by the beach. she would have her burt's bees bathroom, and they would go out surfing every morning or night. they'd go dancing on alternate nights and on the weekends, swirling away in a blend of color and energy. they'd go to fantastically odd art festivals, and frequent the indie record store that had little political zines sitting outside it on stands. she could sing at open mic nights, he could take his beautiful photographs. it wasn't asking much, really--and it was meant to be. well, even if they didn't get married, she could see them living that kind of life, knowing each other forever--things change, everyone echoed in her ear. but what did they really know? those people knew nothing about friendships. they just went through grade school and high school with aquaintances, graduated college with a degree, and left graduate school tired of their advisors. they never spent the time developing was was actually meaningful in the end--a few good connections with actual people. camille snapped out of her daydream to see that it had grown to become dusk. someday, she thought. and as for today, well, today will be just like someday. - --perr, 8/00 ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2000 13:32:35 -0700 From: Mango Ara Subject: ET: all my love all my kisses you dont know what you been missing i am outside myself, looking in- a tall girl, short by nature, in jeans that flare and hug the ass, in a candy-striped bra, blonde hair in her eyes, staring at the trees with what might be a downcast look except that it's not. chew on a purple pencap, glance absentmindedly at wrists, watch the 32nd boy ride a scooter down the sloping pavement amidst pinesmoke and charcoal barbeque, eyes taking him in and not caring much. i am inside myself, looking out- i still taste the nectarine in my mouth, my hands are cold, my head is tired, my spirit at rest and my soul lonely, my body an accompaniment. i combine me, people yell and gather plates from tupperware boxes- i am outside myself, lookng in. i am outside myself, looking in- she pulls at the underwire, twists her skull and knot rings, bites her lips, slouches unconsciously. she blinks and yawns, or blinks and sighs, puts on a sweater, goes back to writing. - --- he notices me more when i'm gone, ironically -i laugh, his voice sounds almost lacking, full of longing, leaving me wondering at this lust for loneliness which was only displayed last time i left. now, his mouth moves my name- moves to speak of me only when i cannot hear it, the absence of me bouncing around crazily. he misses me, when i'm around less- he notices me, when i'm gone. the quiet of trees has given me time to think about all this- it settles on me when i don't pay attention, and i smile, i consider accepting how things turn-how he only notices me when i'm gone. - ----- i have the impression that i am a fool. so here i am, off i go into my foolish world, wanting the most simple and recieving the most tainted. - ---- cartoons flash mimicked color scifi ghost story i'm so tired and sick of... of... i am...i am... tired of being here, waiting i am...i am... sick of being misled i am...i am... a hippiefunk girl who wants to be happy i am...iam... redefining myself for the nth time i am...i am... wearing a benetton shirt and a skirt that doesn't match i am...i am... lonely, missing you, wanting to kiss you now i am...i am... puzzled, wishing for your fun conversation- i am so homesick - --- =girl stands at the cold foggy window alone= GIRL: ruined, all ruined. =wipes hand across window= what use is there in my returning when all is ruined? - ----- i have like 5 more poems, but i have no energy to type them now. sorry if these are a bunch of crap. i'm not such a fab writer lately. much love, samara ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2000 14:30:05 -0700 (PDT) From: Katherine Alexandra Subject: ET: lock your doors kids this is the bad part of town... hi i'm in vancouver, british columbia right now. as you all know i am living in oregon now but my family lives in florida. my parents came up here to visit me, to meet my boyfriend in canada and drive around. well, something happened the other night that really has affected me. i have been very big about locking doors, i have driven cross country and its always been this fear of mine that my car will get stolen. but i never REALLY thought that it could happen to me. and i never really was aware of how it would feel. i always thought that i would think: at least i'm alive. but the other night here in canada my car got stolen. with everything in it. I MEAN EVERYTHING. my laptop, my journal, all of my files, all of my writings. i cant even begin to describe how violated, angry, hurt, lonely i feel right now. then all of the really important things: they know that i vote democratic, my registration card. my visa checking card (and yes, they already got out $100), my social security card. yes they can pretend to be me. they have everything they need. they know where i live, where i'm from, everything. all my cd's, all the rare cd's that are hard to find, my school books for next semester, all of my cords, my jacket, my docs, those flip flops that my best friend gave to me before i moved....all those little things. that poem that my ex wrote: in the car. that picture of my nephew: in the car. that book that i was reading: in the car. they know which passages of the book i prefered, i highlight and underline. they know me, they have access to me, and there is nothing that i can do but wait and hope that the car will turn up, all the expensive things stolen. but perhaps they will be nice, give me back those garrison keillor tapes and that poem. probably not though. i'm not getting back the printer, camera, laptop. my journal is gone. that hurts. i locked my doors, did everything, everything important was in the trunk, i went to the hotel at 10 at night and it was missing by 8 in the morning. didnt take long for them to take everything. first night in vancouver. please, go out and buy the club, be careful. you may not realize just how important all of this crap really is. love, kat __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Kick off your party with Yahoo! Invites. http://invites.yahoo.com/ ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2000 21:28:04 EDT From: W1GGY2@aol.com Subject: Re: ET: lock your doors kids this is the bad part of town... In a message dated 8/10/00 5:35:23 PM, jackies_strength20@yahoo.com writes: >please, go out and buy the club, be careful. you may >not realize just how important all of this crap really >is. Well, when MY car got stolen, the policeman that I reported it to regaled me with a story about HIS car being stolen and in it's place the thieves left his "Club"! They can just cut the steering wheel to get it off. But it does make it more difficult and I do use it now. The smarter thing would be to NOT leave anything personal or important in the car! I learned THAT lesson a long time ago. Incidentally, when my car was stolen, it was parked around the corner from my house, which is around the corner from the police station and the car was found a week later (stripped, of course) with 38 other stolen cars across from the police firing range! Apparently it's a common drop off point. Yes, I politely suggested they might want to stake it out or something, but....Of course that's what I get for living in the city with the highest car theft rate in the country! :-) Anyway, sorry to hear. I can imagine how nerve-racking it is to have so much personal stuff taken. Hang in there - Amy ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #294 **********************************