From: owner-jewel-digest To: jewel-digest@smoe.org Subject: jewel-digest V1 #774 Reply-To: jewel@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-jewel-digest Precedence: bulk X-To-Unsubscribe: Send mail to "jewel-digest-request@smoe.org" X-To-Unsubscribe: with "unsubscribe" as the body. jewel-digest Friday, 15 November 1996 Volume 01 : Number 774 Today's Subjects: ----------------- Re: NJC: Re: My Favorite Line Re: NJC : Weekly EDA Book Review Re: Henry and Anais Re: NJC: Re: Educate don't condemn Re: NJC:what? Now we're slamming on girls? Re: NJCRe: Educate don't condemn Re: Educate don't condemn Re: NJC, re Educate vs. condemning *****I DID IT!!! VERY IMPORTANT (especially for AOL Users)***** Oh my God!! JC from SenztvRtst!! Re: Educate don't condemn Launch CD-ROM Re: Sexism and why I said girls(from Hooks) re: Woman/Girl NJC-Anybody want an Ani ticket for Sunday night? re: Woman/Girl Re: Educate don't condemn Re: NJC: Re: My Favorite Line story: Beyond the Grave ---------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "BRADLEY C. PORTER" Date: Fri, 15 Nov 1996 20:15:07 -0600 (CST) Subject: Re: NJC: Re: My Favorite Line > > I'm pretty sure it's "And the girl with colitis goes by" ;) > > > > bob, who's sure at least _somebody_ will get it. > > Pretty good, Bob. But, "Excuse me while I kiss this guy". > > Chopped Liver (Charlie), who's not sure _anybody_ gets it. > watkins@selway.umt.edu No, no, no...chopped liver and I did NOT just make the exact same refrence. It is just beyond all bound of comprhension how psychic we all are... SenztvRtst Kermit Scooter Bradley "but I said it first" Porter ------------------------------ From: "BRADLEY C. PORTER" Date: Fri, 15 Nov 1996 20:20:16 -0600 (CST) Subject: Re: NJC : Weekly EDA Book Review > > Lets see, what am I reading now... > > -Jeffrey- Just for the utter, unadulterated heck of it (and because your mailboxes just aren't full enough), Here's what I'm reading right now... Shout! - The Beatles in their generation Serial Killers - a profiling of the seven most well-known serial murderers of the twentieth century (great for reading your kids to sleep at night) The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test by: Tom Wolfe I'm positive you all really wnated to know that... SenztvRtst Kermit Scooter ------------------------------ From: "BRADLEY C. PORTER" Date: Fri, 15 Nov 1996 20:22:08 -0600 (CST) Subject: Re: Henry and Anais > I was really upset when I read the slam on the person for not > knowing who HM and AN were. I consider myself very well read thanks to my > parents, even though I am young. And I didn't know the story behind the > authors until I asked greg about it. The way I see it, as long as someone > is getting some exposure to these authors, even if it's through a movie or > song, maybe they'll actually take an intrest in the books these authors > wrote. It's just a matter of exposure. There are books that I read that I'm This is the point I was trying to make about Romeo and Juliet. Even some poeple think the movie really sucked, it may pique somebody's intrest in Wild Bill and they may just (God Forbid) read some of his stuff... SenztvRtst ------------------------------ From: "BRADLEY C. PORTER" Date: Fri, 15 Nov 1996 20:28:36 -0600 (CST) Subject: Re: NJC: Re: Educate don't condemn > > And the women/wimmin too ;-) (Don't worry Mike, I get hell for that one > about once a week on average.) :-) Well, if James was anywhere near up-to-date on the PC use of the word "women" he would know that is now correctly spelled "wymyn." The two I's are incrdeibly phallic and sexist. SenztvRtst Kermit Scooter Bradley "PC is as PC does" Porter ------------------------------ From: "BRADLEY C. PORTER" Date: Fri, 15 Nov 1996 20:31:01 -0600 (CST) Subject: Re: NJC:what? Now we're slamming on girls? > intertwined. Example: I know a guy from a club I went to who lost his > virginity when he was 12 and has had on average, one to two parteners per > week! I'm sorry to vent this to the list but that comment earlier REALLY So what's his secret? ...I'm sorry, that was completely uncalled for...I feel like a total schmuck now...frisbee firing to commence at any moment....any second now...I'm waiting... Senz Bradley "..............still waiting............" Porter ------------------------------ From: "BRADLEY C. PORTER" Date: Fri, 15 Nov 1996 20:39:36 -0600 (CST) Subject: Re: NJCRe: Educate don't condemn > paid off"? Or would you fault Michael Jordon for saying "You know what, > I'm pretty durn good at this basketball thing!" > I think we're all in agreement here that Michael Jordan is probably the exception to the rule, that man can say whatever he wants about his basketball talent... > While we're all throwing around silly pseudo-Zen quotes, here's mine - > "Those who do, do. > Those who can't, critisize." > > -Jeffrey- > -- > Actually, it's.... Those who can, do Those who can't, teach SenztvRtst Kermit Scooter Bradley "Okay, so high school sucked" Porter ------------------------------ From: "BRADLEY C. PORTER" Date: Fri, 15 Nov 1996 20:45:57 -0600 (CST) Subject: Re: Educate don't condemn > I am 14 so i am (sort of in the middle) So i really dont see anything > wrong with calling us girls, it is like a universal term for female, > Plus its better than being called "Babe", isn't it? > > thirza > > P.S. my name in chat rooms is usually "Grrly" got a problem with that? > I personally refer to Thirza as "chick" or "skirt." as in, "Thirza, your a swell skirt." Actually, I've never done that, but wouldn't it be cool... Bradley "YOU got a PROBLEM wit DAT!" Porter ------------------------------ From: "BRADLEY C. PORTER" Date: Fri, 15 Nov 1996 20:56:45 -0600 (CST) Subject: Re: NJC, re Educate vs. condemning Sorry to reprint a lot of this, but I just had too (for some undefined reason) > It may be worth noting at this point of the debate that when Sean Hooks > paraphrases Thomas Gray by saying 'Ignorance may be blissful...', that > the original phrase is an excerpt which says "where ignorance is bliss, > 'tis folly to be wise". It's from Gray's mid-18th century work entitled > On a Distant Prospect of Eton College (and, in fact, has some relation > to the biblical passage in Ecclesiastes I:I8). > > I believe a key part of the passage is the reference to 'wise'. > Intelligence without wisdom is akin to the proverbial ship without a > rudder. It serves no useful purpose, and furthermore, I would contend > that one cannot achieve genuine wisdom without a large measure of > compassion. > > Educating one That, I must say, was VERY nicely put, and I totally agree... > Regards, > > Gerry > I'm not adverse to the idea of being exposed to what is in other ppl's HO great literature, and I would also be interested in what everyone is reading or has read. So, to kick things off, I reccomend... Illusions - The adventures of a reluctant messiah by Richard Bach (if you don't have this book, I am willing to mail you a paperback copy, I truly believe it is that good) Also, The entire "trilogy" of five books from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams (it's all good) Any other suggestions, comments, flames, philosophical implications? SenztvRtst Kermit Scooter ------------------------------ From: Slunk69090@aol.com Date: Fri, 15 Nov 1996 21:58:07 -0500 Subject: *****I DID IT!!! VERY IMPORTANT (especially for AOL Users)***** WOO HOO!!! This is SENSATIONAL! I have spent the last 3 and a HALF HOURS, on one project, and one project on AOL...solely for the benefit of this list. And I have succeeded! I have conquered my task. I HAVE ACCESSED IRC AND THE UNDERNET THROUGH AMERICA ONLINE! Now we can finally reap the benefits of IRC...I got ALL the software through AOL as well. All AOL users, contact me privately about it...I'll try and set you up! So...anybody from Non-AOL wanna chat? Have a Nice Life! \\\|/// º¿º V Mac You can call me Slunkers ( or the genius if you deem it necessary ) Look for me on IRC, as Slunkers "Like a daisy rooted in rot and rubbish. Forced to grow in strange rooms, fed neon and cold pizza." Jewel -As A Child I Walked ------------------------------ From: "BRADLEY C. PORTER" Date: Fri, 15 Nov 1996 20:59:33 -0600 (CST) Subject: Oh my God!! JC from SenztvRtst!! > think of Jewel doing, but it's a perfect cover choice for her alter-ego, > Rocker Girl :) > > --Garrett > > I was wondering, jsut how many different personalities are stuffed into that gorgeous body of hers? I've heard of Rocker Girl and Obnoxious Girl...are there any others? SenztvRtst Kermit Scooter ------------------------------ From: "BRADLEY C. PORTER" Date: Fri, 15 Nov 1996 21:02:09 -0600 (CST) Subject: Re: Educate don't condemn > Personally I don't like Sean Hooks. I never have. I don't even know what > he wrote because I never read his ridiculous nonsense. I can't stand people > like him who judge others with no other reason but he thinks he is so smart > and that gives him the right. He doesn't impress with me with his little > quotes and his thoughts on what makes an intellectual. I don't read a lot > so I guess I am dumb. Maybe to Sean Hooks. It must hurt to have such small > eyes Sean. Such a scewed perception. Maybe there is hope for you and > people like you but for now I will just ignore the stupid things that you do I just wanted to say I don't think this should have been posted to the list... SenztvRtst ------------------------------ From: Thirza Pearl Date: Fri, 15 Nov 1996 22:03:51 +0100 Subject: Launch CD-ROM Dear Angels, I have been looking for an extra copy of the Launch CD-ROM with Jewel. Does anyone have an extra copy? thirza ------------------------------ From: "BRADLEY C. PORTER" Date: Fri, 15 Nov 1996 21:10:38 -0600 (CST) Subject: Re: Sexism and why I said girls(from Hooks) > that far too many girls conform by using sex to interact with people. Guys > are generally not using sex that way, they may be using girls who are > selling themselves out but that's another argument. My point is that Actually, I think the exact same thing applies to guys, guys ARE using sex to interact with people (their friends)... too > many girls think that having sex with a lot of guys gives them some sort > of strength or power that they lack. They are abusing sex. Guys are > conforming to macho, societally imposd values as well but their behavior > is not nearly as pathetic to me as girls who disregard their sexuality and > try to use it to fulfill a hole in their lives, selves, and beings. I think the reasoning behind these guys have sex is just as pathetic, but I think I do agree on the general distinction (all generalities made for the purpose of the reply, don't take them personally) This > could also spark off into the debate about how guys always want sex and > can dissociate about it whereas girls have the choice to give it up or not > and often misinterpret love where there is not love, just a guy who can > have sex and then get over it. Well, again, I wish my girl was "Women need a reason to have sex, Guys just need a place." -When Harry met Sally my book recommendation, hmm, I can only recommend > one? I guess I'd have to say to read Brave New World by Aldous Huxley or > On the Road by Jack Kerouac. > > Later, > Sean Hooks > > PS: The following statements Both are excellent recommendations, if you haven't read them, do so (IMHO) "Nothing's gonna change my world." > -The Beatles > > "Reverence for "Nothing's gonna change my clothes/ Ever/ Anymore/" -They Might Be Giants SenztvRtst Kermit Scooter ------------------------------ From: Tegan Godwin Date: Fri, 15 Nov 1996 22:20:24 -0400 Subject: re: Woman/Girl It beats being called a "kid" when you're almost 30. Sometimes people try to be politically correct or they forget. How do guys feel being called boy instead of man? That would be an interesting thought. ------------------------------ From: Patric Oesterheld Date: Fri, 15 Nov 1996 22:42:18 -0500 Subject: NJC-Anybody want an Ani ticket for Sunday night? I have a ticket that I may have to give up. Center Section behind orchestra pit at Lisner Auditorium(wash DC). I'll let someone on the list have ticket for $20($10 cheaper than I bought it for), and I'll deliver it tommorrow in person if you're close to DC-if you want it e-mail me and I'll find a way to get ticket to you. Thanks--- Patric ------------------------------ From: Alexander Stamou Date: Sat, 16 Nov 1996 04:36:31 +0100 (MET) Subject: re: Woman/Girl On Fri, 15 Nov 1996, Tegan Godwin wrote: > It beats being called a "kid" when you're almost 30. Sometimes people > try to be politically correct or they forget. > How do guys feel being called boy instead of man? That would be an > interesting thought. I think it's perfectly OK to be called 'boy', but only by beckoning blonde bimbo beauties. :) And my book recommendation would have to be 'Ender's Game' and the rest of the Ender suite, of course; by Orson Scott Card. Or something. /Alexander "You can call me babe if you like." Stamou ------------------------------ From: jewelknight@juno.com (Jennifer B Duggan) Date: Fri, 15 Nov 1996 23:04:33 EST Subject: Re: Educate don't condemn you know, as i sit here thinking, i find it funny that sean hooks has the audacity to put us down, and yet come back and say he wasn't doing such a thing. i'm VERY well-educated and damnit, i'm smart, but god forbid if i don't know everything in the world. some people are better at math, at spanish, history or literature- no one knows EVERYTHING. no, sean, not even you, although you tend to sound like you think you do (although i will give you credit because i don't think i've ever actually seen you claim that). and, there is a difference between being ignorant and just simply never having learned something. different schools have different curriculum (pl?) that they choose to teach- i've read lots of the "classics" and have read some on my own. actually, sean, i went to an IB school- if you don't know what that means i guess you're ignorant. <--- sarcasm there. and, as a matter of fact, one of my hobbies is reading, and while i will not read anything and everything, i do enjoy "intellectual" books. and HOW DO YOU KNOW how many people on this list read? have you asked ANY of us, did you take a poll that i missed? AND BASED ON THE FACT, that we SOME of use do not know TWO people in history, you're going to tell us we're "dumb"? excuse me, but i think if jewel heard you say that surely she would be disappointed in you. anyone who takes pride in putting down people and puts themselves on a pedestal should not, in my opinion, be an EDA- because EDA's are supposed to look after each other, EDUCATE, not condemn (good line!) and generally, just help out- newbies included. perhaps, i've stepped on ground i shouldn't have, but actually, i think that's too damn bad. i said what i wanted to say and now i'm done. -jenn "Go about my business, I'm doin' fine Besides, what would I say if I had you on the line?" - -"You Were Meant For Me" by Jewel Kilcher ------------------------------ From: Chopped Liver Date: Fri, 15 Nov 1996 21:16:09 -0700 (MST) Subject: Re: NJC: Re: My Favorite Line On Fri, 15 Nov 1996, BRADLEY C. PORTER wrote: > > > I'm pretty sure it's "And the girl with colitis goes by" ;) > > > > > > bob, who's sure at least _somebody_ will get it. > > > > Pretty good, Bob. But, "Excuse me while I kiss this guy". > > > > Chopped Liver (Charlie), who's not sure _anybody_ gets it. > > watkins@selway.umt.edu > > No, no, no...chopped liver and I did NOT just make the exact same > refrence. It is just beyond all bound of comprhension how psychic we all > are... OK, OK. Add 1+9, then 2+8, then 3+7, etc to 9+1. Now think of a vegetable. The answer is below. Chopped Liver (Charlie) watkins@selway.umt.edu Share publicly, flame privately, " 'Cause anyone can start a conflict it's harder yet to disregard it ". Carrot. Right? ------------------------------ From: brougdms@parkrapids.polaristel.net (Scott Broughton) Date: Fri, 15 Nov 1996 16:06:26 -0500 Subject: story: Beyond the Grave Hi. Tim started it, so I guess I'll shre too. I know (hope) some of you remember my club, which is kind of a writer's club. We share poetry and stories, and talk about Christopher Pike, one of our favorite authors. Angela (earthsis) just joined a couple days ago. Well, I shared this story with the club this summer, and figured at least one of you might enjoy reading it. I'm only sharing the first part, so PLEASE write if you enjoy it and want the second part. Sorry for the bandwidth, but I think Tim has a great idea. I liked your story, Tim. Thanx for sharing it. - -Scott Beyond the Grave Prologue I finished tying my old running shoes and stepped out of my grandma's house into the dusk. It was a little after nine, but there was still enough light left to go running. I walked out into the yard and saw my cousin, Sarah, coming on her bike. I said a quick "hello," and we headed down the driveway and onto the gravel road in front of their house. I ran north, past the grove. The sky was colored red and purple and blue to my left, the line of trees marking the path of the Yellow Medicine River. The night air smelled so crisp and fresh. Dark clouds were above, threatening rain. It was about a half mile to the first turn. I could feel the larger stones through my shoes as I curved right, taking the turn close to the edge of the road. Soon, I was turning left and north again, with the highway in view. With one mile down, I turned to Sarah and asked if we should do the section, a loop we'd ran before which was a little under five miles. She said sure, and we turned left onto the highway. About a hundred feet down the highway was the first bridge that crossed the river. I looked down over the railing as I ran and saw the fallen tree caught below the bridge that we swam near. We kept going, me on my legs and Sarah on her bike, and the distance seemed to fly by. Time seemed to stop or slow down, and soon another mile was behind us. The next turn was at a small graveyard. Though the light was already nearly gone and the tombstones cast shadows across the ground, it did not seem eerie, just peaceful. Images of my grandpa's funeral and burial which were still fresh in my mind flashed before my eyes. Could he see now that he was in heaven? I thought. We turned left onto another highway and headed south. Over the hill, twin lights blinded my eyes. I looked away into the cemetary, and a faint image of a person danced before my eyes. The figure stood next to a grave, his gaze not on anything except the ground before the headstone. I crossed the highway to the right side and came to the fence around the cemetary. The gate opened without any trouble, and I walked over to the man. He was old, probably as old as my grandpa had been. His hair was white and almost gone. The wrinkles on his face looked kind, yet put there from countless hardships I couldn't imagine. He said nothing, just kept looking at the grave. I came and stood behind him and read the writing on the tombstone: Annie Andrews Aug. 12, 1909 - Sept. 1, 1992 Our daughter, wife, and mother Minutes seemed to pass. Finally, I broke the silence. "Did you know her?" I asked the old man. He turned around, and at first it seemed he looked right through me. His eyes were focused well beyond me and his face seemed almost like the dark clouds above, ready to burst at any moment. I was afraid I had caused him terrible pain, yet I had no idea why he seemed so sad. Then he said in a tired voice, "That's Annie. You know who Annie is, don't ya?" I was puzzled, not knowing what to say. Immediately, the look left his eyes. His face again appeared kind, like when I had seen him from a distance. He carefully bent down and sat on the grass, patting the ground next to him. I sat down, still wondering about Annie. "You're not from around here, are ya?" he asked, his voice now old but energetic. "No," I told him. "I'm just visiting my grandma and cousin." I pointed in the general direction of their farm, but he didn't seem to notice. "You know that bridge down there?" he said, pointing further down the highway to the next bridge I'd come to to cross back over the river. "You mean the Huftig Bridge?" I asked. "Yeah, that's what it's called now, isn't it? I suppose you ain't never heard what it used to be called, have ya?" "No." "S'pose most folks don't know what it was called now either." Then he seemed to lose his train of thought. "My Annie, she loved swimmin' at that bridge," he said, and I wasn't quite sure what he meant. "You never met Annie, have ya?" Part 1 Cottonwood, Minnesota 1926 Tom's real name was Thomas Luke Reeves, but everyone just called him Tom. Tom was in love. The first time he ever saw Annie, it was at the church. It was just the end of spring, and school was soon to be out for summer. He had never seen anything as pretty when Annie came to church that first day with her family. She had hair like the candles burning on the altar, golden blond, seeming to flicker and dance in the light coming through the large colored-glass windows. Her skin was the color of the wax, a pale, smooth cream. She was alone with her parents when they came up the aisle between the pews and sat right in the first row. There were at least ten pews between their family and the rest of the congregation. All through and after the service, Tom would risk a glance at her. He was normally a good Christian like his parents had taught him, but that Sunday he heard not one word the good and righteous Reverend Macintyre said. One day after school was out, Tom hid near the doors of the schoolhouse around the corner. He stood there, waiting for Annie. And just as she came out, he heard giggling behind him. He turned around to see three boys, classmates of his, standing and laughing at him. They were making fun of him. They were teasing him because of his Annie. Tom ran from the school, but not to his house on his father's small farm. He went to the only place where he felt peace, where he could be alone. Since he was a boy, he would come to the river and swim below the bridge. Now that he was fourteen, he still liked to come. Tom was a little slow. But at the river, he could be himself without the ridicule of his classmates. Tom had no friends, besides himself. Tom knew Annie's family lived nearby in a new house. Her father had bought land at a cheap price from a bankrupt farmer, and now farmed the land near the river. But he didn't think Annie would be there. He didn't know his Annie was swimming in the water below the bridge. Tom was afraid. He had never even smiled at Annie, much less talked to her. He was also afraid because Annie had nothing on to swim in, and he had brought nothing to wear either. "Hi, Tom," Annie called out from the water. "What are you doing here?" But her voice was anything but unfriendly. In fact, it was almost inviting. Tom began to feel really nervous. His Annie had talked to him. Now he had to say something. "You're swimming," he stuttered, the first thing that would come out. "Tom," Annie said. "Of course I'm swimming. You didn't think you were the only one that came here, did you?" Her voice. It made Tom feel so uncomfortable. But it felt good. Tom's courage grew. "I come here a lot. It's a nice spot." Wow. He had spoken to her. A real sentence. "Come on in, Tom," she said to him, gesturing for him to come down the bank to the water. "I- I don't have anything to wear," he stuttered. "That's okay. Neither do I." Tom just stood there. Annie smiled, her fabulous teeth showing off the river. "Don't worry. I won't look." Annie turned her back to him. Now Tom could see her beautiful hair, which was swept back and plastered to her back. She stood, waiting patiently for him. Tom didn't know what he was doing. He had never done anything like this before. But he took off his clothes, slowly sliding down the mud of the bank and into the river. The water was cold at first. The shock at first made him jump, but he quickly was used to it. The depth was about four feet, up to his chest. There was a current, but not very strong. Tom was a good swimmer. Annie turned around to face him, her smile still beaming right to him, her chin resting right on the surface of the water. "I didn't know anyone else came here," she confessed, sinking lower into the water till just her mouth and above was visible. "When did you find this place?" "I've always come here," Tom told her. "I like the river." Annie's eyes took on a devilish look and her grin turned into a smirk. Her next question made him even more uncomfortable. "Do you like me?" Then her lips took on a pouty look, her eyebrows lowering making her eyes look like she had just cut her finger. "Yes," Tom blurted, "I like you a lot. I love you, Annie." Before he knew it, he had told her his deepest feelings. Now she would hate him. "Oh, Tom, stop. You're making me blush." But her expression was one of mischievous pleasure. Then she ducked under the water, her hair fanning out on the waves and then disappearing below the surface too. Tom stood, waiting. It seemed like forever. He began to worry, but didn't know what to do or where to look. Then she resurfaced, near the opposite bank below the upstream side of the bridge. Without hesitating, she started walking toward the shore, more and more of her body being revealed. Tom quickly turned his head, his cheeks now the redder of the four. A moment passed, and then he heard her voice again. "You can look now," she teased. Tom cautiously turned his gaze to the far bank, and saw Annie standing behind a large boulder fully dressed in a white blouse and light yellow dress. "Will you be back tomorrow, Tom?" she asked. "Su-sure," he stuttered, now shivering from the chill of the water. Annie took her towel in her hands and started walking away from the river and up the bank to the road that went over the bridge. "I like you too, Tom," she called before disappearing out of sight. * * * "Whatta-ya-know, I never talked to her again." I looked at the old man, whom I now knew to be Mr. Tom Reeves. Speechless, I stared at his faraway gaze. He seemed to be right there, remembering it all as if it were yesterday. Then he looked at me, the same look I had seen on him the first time when he had asked me about his Annie. "I guess I never really told you what they used to call the bridge before they rebuilt the new one," he said. "For the longest time, it was known by the townspeople and country folk as 'Annie's Bridge'." e-mail: brougdms@parkrapids.polaristel.net IRC: #rotterham on Efnet listserv: midnightclub@attitude.org internet: http://www.geocities.com/Athens/7887/midnightclub.html http://www.geocities.com/Athens/7887/baseoface.html "Such an injustice, as children we are told that from God we fell." - Jewel Thanx to Dave DiCicco for my JewelStock tapes! "Their precious midnight club - would there ever be another?" - - Christopher Pike, The Midnight Club ------------------------------ End of jewel-digest V1 #774 ***************************