From: les@jmdl.com (JMDL Digest) To: joni-digest@smoe.org Subject: JMDL Digest V2005 #137 Reply-To: joni@smoe.org Sender: les@jmdl.com Errors-To: les@jmdl.com Precedence: bulk Unsubscribe: mailto:joni-digest-request@smoe.org?body=unsubscribe Archives: http://www.smoe.org/lists/joni Websites: http://www.jmdl.com http://www.jonimitchell.com JMDL Digest Saturday, March 26 2005 Volume 2005 : Number 137 ========== TOPICS and authors in this Digest: -------- RE: New members njc [Emiliano ] Re: Pope, njc [Catherine McKay ] the great white chief NJC [mags h ] smoking guns NJC [mags h ] Re: The Head Cabbage in a Persistent Vegetative State (njc) ["Mark or Tra] Erika Luckett: Kindness, and Scales to Feathers (sjc) [Littlebreen@comca] [none] [Littlebreen@comcast.net] Have an egg, everybody, you'll feel better (njc) [Littlebreen@comcast.net] Who's next? (njc) [Littlebreen@comcast.net] RE: ["Lama, Jim L'Hommedieu" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sat, 26 Mar 2005 03:54:46 +0100 From: Emiliano Subject: RE: New members njc Patti, girl, you're a gift from heaven above. It's a year (more or less) since your first post on list and your good humour, your witty messages really makes this community a happier one. So I'd like to salute publicly the first of your many anniversaries: Te queremos, corazo'n! ... and Em, you too, dear! Have a Wonderful time! Yours: Emiliano ...always having Joni excitement, here. NP: Richard Flynn, "The Circle Game" > -----Mensaje original----- > De: owner-joni@jmdl.com [mailto:owner-joni@jmdl.com]En nombre de Patti > Parlette > Enviado el: miircoles, 16 de marzo de 2005 21:46 > Para: joni@smoe.org > Asunto: New members > > > Bonjour, mes ami(e)s! > > I just peeked at the profiles in the gallery and saw two new members who > promise some Joni excitement. Soyez le bienvenu, Laurent -- you want to > make a film about Joni? Bravo! I'll drink a case of THAT! This list > should be an inspiring springboard for you. Bonne chance! > > And then Warren -- welcome to you, too. I can't wait to see your Tree > Museum! (Tree Museum....that's a fond memory I have with an old > high school > friend....once when her son was very little she had Joni playing, and he > asked her: "Mommy, what's a tree museum?" Ah, she was teaching her > children well! We always bring up that cute story when reminiscing.) > > Peace, > > Patti ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 25 Mar 2005 23:00:02 -0500 (EST) From: Catherine McKay Subject: Re: Pope, njc --- LCStanley7@aol.com wrote: > Catherine wrote: > > > Yeah, but that wasn't JPII's doing. That was Paul > XXIII. > > > Hi Catherine, > > Catherine... please stop!!! You've got me > laughing really good here!!! > Paul XXIII?! You mean John XXIII? LOLLLL Maybe > it was George or Ringo > the XXIIIrd?! Well, anyway, it wasn't any Pope > except JPII who has allowed > for girl altar servers. His official document came > out in 1994 I believe. He > put the ultimate decision in the hands of particular > Bishops though. Our > Bishop allows it... thank God! D'oh! Yeah, John XXIII. Aren't you surprised I got the number right, though? There were girl altar servers in churches here back in the 70s, because I remember them being there while I was in high school. I remember being quite surprised a while back (and maybe it was in the 90s) when the archbishop of Toronto tried to stop it, and how outraged women got about it, but it puzzled me, because I knew they had been around for at least 20 years. Now, I guess I know what that was all about! Catherine Toronto - ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ______________________________________________________________________ Post your free ad now! http://personals.yahoo.ca ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 25 Mar 2005 20:27:03 -0800 (PST) From: mags h Subject: the great white chief NJC it's so sad to see, yet again, where GeeDubyah's priorities are NOT. I am sickened by the whole damned thing. Handmaid's Tale indeed. Glad to be back in my home and native land, where I can read all the Atwood I want. (and bake potatoes one at a time..and and and. .........) Mags who enjoys the bearable lightness of the McKay/Smurph et al comedy relief team of the JMDL Yahoo! Mail - Easier than ever with enhanced search. Learn more. ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 25 Mar 2005 20:42:58 -0800 (PST) From: mags h Subject: smoking guns NJC oh, you know, it is a good thing I am on digest, as it often deters me from posting something back, especially from an emotional place, but what the hay. http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/0323051weise1.html *** as per a comment made in addition to the sharing of this puzzling article.....something about this kid having access to his grandfather's gun etc.....IMHO..........this is PRECISELY why unloaded/partially loaded/just incase loaded/oh it's all in your mind but-it's not really loaded guns should NOT be allowed in homes, cars, whatever. Mags Make Yahoo! your home page ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 25 Mar 2005 20:49:43 -0800 From: "Mark or Travis" Subject: Re: The Head Cabbage in a Persistent Vegetative State (njc) Richard Flynn wrote: > I agree that this President is essentially a racist. I really > believe > this is not hyperbole. He believes in "compassionate conservatism" > only for the parents of a white girls in a persistent vegetative > state because he's playing to Randall Terry and jerks like the head > of the party in Georgia, Ralph Reed--assh*le moral majoritarians > newly emboldened in a nation they're all turning into a police > state. Don't forget the gun lobby. Bushie likes the NRA far too much to want to antagonize them by commenting on yet another tragedy that may have been avoided if a firearm hadn't found its way into the hands of a disturbed adolescent. Mark E. in Seattle ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 26 Mar 2005 04:53:10 +0000 From: Littlebreen@comcast.net Subject: Erika Luckett: Kindness, and Scales to Feathers (sjc) Hi gang: I know I've sung Erika Luckett's praises before (she and Patti Witten and Sarah Holcombe make up my personal trio of undersung (undercelebrated?) musical heroes), but I recently got Erika's two most recent albums (The New Orleans Sessions, and Unexpected) in the mail not long ago, and wanted to share two lyrics with you, my favorite virtual group. Then I went and lost the booklet to The New Orleans Sessions for four weeks, and was foiled in my plans -- until yesterday, when I found it (yay! -- I was working up the nerve to ask Erika if she had any extra booklets lying around, or thinking of just ordering another copy of the CD, and giving the bookless CD to someone else -- hey, gift horse, people!). I wanted to quote two lyrics, one because it *so* reflects my ethos and approach to life. It's called Kindness: Kindness He came to me with a challening grin and his fingers wrapped around his drink. In the mood for a little argument, he asked me what i think "But no, no, not yet," he said. "No, no, not yet." He said, The world is divided into weak and strong. There's good and bad, right and wrong. Don't trust the ones who sit on fences... They're either with us or against us." Well, I'm a child of many worlds and if I had to choose just one, I'd say my home is the planet that circles around the sun It's like a ship and we're on it for a ride at the end of the night we're all on the same side. We may be different in the ways we think but if we don't hang together the ship is gonna sink So I beleive in kindness I believe in simple things I beleive in the preciousness of all beings I beleive in tomorrow despite the troubles we face Because I believe in the human race. We learn to measure power by how hard we push, how hard we shove, when our greatest strength is our capacity to love. I believe in kindness... Copywright 2002 Erika Luckett and Birdfish Music Boy, that kind of says it all, doesn't it? It is, at least, what I aspire to. There are two versions of this lovely song on the N.O. album, one opens the record (which is mostly just Erika and her guitar), and the other, more of a gospelly version with friends joining in closes the album (not listed in the credits). And speaking of "BirdFish", there is a song by that very name on the same CD: BirdFish Maybe I'm a fish in the sky or a bird in the sea Separate visions, separate homes Scales to feathers and ins to wings Funny how things decide who we are, where we belong I belong to all, I belong to none. I belong to all and i belong to none. Maybe I'm a shadow at night or a face in a dream. I'm the face you remember until you wake up. I'm somehow imagined but never quite seen. Funny how things decide who we are, where we belong. I belong to all, I belong to none. I belong to all and I belong to none. My street's the street that has a hundred names. My block's the one where the neighbors always change. The air I breathe never quite feels the same. Maybe it's because, maybe because I'm just a fish in the sky I'm a bird in the sea Separate visions, separate homes Scales to feathers and fins to wings. Copyright 2002 by Erika Luckett and Birdfish Music Nice, and rings a bell, too doesn't it? I'm sending a copy of this note to Erika with the lyrics to DJRD, to ask if she was aware of the song, or just the Jungian subconcious of two brilliant women using similar metaphor. Oh, what the heck, here's the lyrics to Don Juan's Reckless Daughter, to save y'all having to look it up if it's not at your fingertips: DON JUAN'S RECKLESS DAUGHTER (Copyright 1977, Joni Mitchell) I'm Don Juan's reckless daughter I came out two days on your tail Those two bald-headed days in November Before the first snowflakes sail Out on the vast and subtle plains of mystery A split tongue spirit talks Noble as a nickel chief Striking up an old juke box And he says: "Snakes along the railroad tracks." He says, "Eagles in jet trails ..." He says, "Coils around feathers and talons on scales ... Gravel under the belly plates ..." He says, "Wind in the Wings ..." He says, "Big bird dragging its tail in the dust ... Snake kite flying on a string." I come from open prairie Given some wisdom and a lot of jive! Last night the ghosts of my old ideas Reran on channel five And it howled so spooky for its eagle soul I nearly broke down and cried But the split tongue spirit laughed at me He says, "Your serpent cannot be denied." Our serpents love the whisky bars They love the romance of the crime But didn't I see a neon sign Fester on your hotel blind And a country road come off the wall And swoop down at the crowd at the bar And put me at the top of your danger list Just for being so much like you are! You're a coward against the altitude-- You're a coward against the flesh-- Coward--caught between yes and no Reckless this time on the line for yes, yes, yes! Reckless brazen in the play Of your changing traffic lights Coward--slinking down the hall to another restless night As we center behind the eight ball As we rock between the sheets As we siphon the colored language Off the farms and the streets Here in Good-Old-God-Save-America the home of the brave and the free We are all hopelessly oppressed cowards Of some duality Of restless multiplicity (Oh say can you see) Restless for streets and honky tonks Restless for home and routine Restless for country-safety-and her Restless for the likes of reckless me Restless sweeps like fire and rain Over virgin wilderness It prowls like hookers and thieves Through bolt locked tenements Behind my bolt locked door The eagle and the serpent are at war in me The serpent fighting for blind desire The eagle for clarity What strange prizes these battles bring These hectic joys-these weary blues Puffed up and strutting when I think I win Down and shaken when I think I lose There are rivets up here in this eagle There are box cars down there on your snake And we are twins of spirit No matter which route home we take Or what we forsake We're going to come up to the eyes of clarity And we'll go down to the beads of guile There is danger and education In living out such a reckless life style I touched you on the central plains It was plane to train my twin It was just plane shadow to train shadow But to me it was skin to skin The spirit talks in spectrums He talks to mother earth to father sky Self indulgence to self denial Man to woman Scales to feathers You and I Eagles in the sky You and I Snakes in the grass You and I Crawl and fly You and I In the meantime: *All* of Erika's albums are wonderful, and I cannot encourage you strongly enough to seek them out. Her website is, not surprisingly, www.erikaluckett.com I'll let you know what she tells me of being aware of Joni's DJRD, which slipped by a lot of people's notice (not mine -- it's still my favorite). Kindness, my bunnies, and I'll try to hold back on my thunderhead of judgement on crowded buses (okay, just yesterday, I did it again -- an elderly man with a cane was raising hell because he had to give up his removeable seat to a person in a wheelchair, who was graciously ignoring the other man's nasty comments; I finally had enough and said *loudly*, "Jesus, can't we all please just pretend we're *nice*?" It worked, but I'm afraid soon there may be an alert out on me, and i won't be allowed on buses anymore -- although it seems to me *I'm* not the one with problems... love to all, walt Walt - -- Let the walls go tumbling down Falling on the ground And all the dogs go running free The wild and gentle dogs Kenneled in me ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 26 Mar 2005 05:32:27 +0000 From: Littlebreen@comcast.net Subject: [none] Lama said: <> I tried going there -- be careful people: My computer froze up and I had to shut down to get back on line. The goddess Ashara must be pissed off. God knows I am, with all that's happening in the world. But I believe in kindness. And scales to feather and fins to skin. Or whatever. love, walt - -- Let the walls go tumbling down Falling on the ground And all the dogs go running free The wild and gentle dogs Kenneled in me ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 26 Mar 2005 05:41:23 +0000 From: Littlebreen@comcast.net Subject: Have an egg, everybody, you'll feel better (njc) >> And they'll see it as a sign from God if Terri > passes on Good Friday. > > Jerry Catherine said: <> Oh, Catherine, you are too funny!!! Do you know, I actually sent my 83-year-old mom an Easter card that had the Easter Bunny sheepishly holding up a decorated egg to JC on the corss, sayding, "Take an egg -- you'll feel better." On the inside, it says, "If you laughed at this card, you're going to hell." Needless to say, my mom has a great sense of humor, or she wouldn't have kept me. love, walt - -- Let the walls go tumbling down Falling on the ground And all the dogs go running free The wild and gentle dogs Kenneled in me ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 26 Mar 2005 05:43:46 +0000 From: Littlebreen@comcast.net Subject: Who's next? (njc) Lori said: <> Clearly, Lori, he figures as long as he considers her life viable, he still has a chance. Sadly, Walt- Let the walls go tumbling down Falling on the ground And all the dogs go running free The wild and gentle dogs Kenneled in me ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 26 Mar 2005 02:02:18 -0500 From: "Lama, Jim L'Hommedieu" Subject: RE: Sorry about that, Walt. I didn't test it before I sent it. I just tried it on my PC, it opens a dialog box which I closed without a problem. Again, sorry to cause you a hassle. All the best, Jim np: the self-titled "Paul Simon", from very long ago, back in the late 20th century Lama said: <> Walt said, >I tried going there -- be careful people: My computer froze up and I had to shut down to get back on line. The goddess Ashara must be pissed off. God knows I am, with all that's happening in the world. But I believe in kindness. And scales to feather and fins to skin. Or whatever.> ------------------------------ End of JMDL Digest V2005 #137 ***************************** ------- Post messages to the list by clicking here: mailto:joni@smoe.org Unsubscribe by clicking here: mailto:joni-digest-request@smoe.org?body=unsubscribe ------- Siquomb, isn't she? (http://www.siquomb.com/siquomb.cfm)