Conference rdvax::grateful

	Blues for Allah
	(Garcia, Hunter)
	 
	 Arabian wind
	 The needle's eye is thin
	 The ships of state sail on mirage
	 and drown in sand
	 Out in no-man's land
	 Where Allah does command.
	 
	 What good is spilling blood?
	 It will not grow a thing
	 "Taste eternity" the swords sing:
	 Blues for Allah
	 In 'sh'Allah.
	 
	 They lie where they fall
	 There's nothing more to say
	 The desert stars are bright tonight
	 let's meet as friends
	 The Flower of Islam
	 The Fruit of Abraham
	 
	 The thousand stories have
	 Come round to one again,
	 Arabian night
	 Our gods pursue their fight,
	 What fatal flowers of darkness
	 bloom from seeds of light.
	 
	 Bird of Paradise fly in white sky
	 Blues for Allah
	 In 'sh'Allah
	 
	 Let's see with our heart
	 These things our eyes have seen,
	 and know the truth must still lie
	 somewhere in between.
	 
	 Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue
	 Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue
	 Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue
	 Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue
	 Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue
	 Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue
	 Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue
	 Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue
	 Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue
	 Bird of Paradise fly in white sky
	 Blues for Allah
	 In 'sh'Allah
	 

           Better the pride that resides in a citizen of the world
         Than the pride that divides when a colourful rag is unfurled

                                                    - Neil Peart

This is from a RUSH song (I don't know which one, this was given to me by
someone else).  Probably off the last album or two, as I know everything else
by them!  Most likely off "Hold Your Fire".

adam

    
    
    
    
    Here is the rest of it - it is off of Power Windows and as I refresh
    myself with the lyrics - they are very appropriate for today.  Neil
    Peart is an excellent lyricist.
    
    
Territories
===========
 
I see the Middle Kingdom between Heaven and Earth
Like the Chinese call the country of their birth
We all figure that our homes are set above
Other people than the ones we know and love
In every place with a name
They play the same territorial game
Hiding behind the lines
Sending up warning signs
 
The whole wide world
An endless universe
Yet we keep looking through
The eyeglass in reverse
Don't feed the people
But we feed the machines
Can't really feel
What international means
In different circles, we keep holding our ground
In different circles, we keep spinning round and round
 
We see so many tribes -- overrun and undermined
While their invaders dream of lands they've left behind
Better people -- better food -- and better beer
Why move around the world when Eden was so near?
The bosses get talking so tough
And if that wasn't evil enough
We get the drunken and passionate pride
Of the citizens along for the ride
 
They shoot without shame
In the name of a piece of dirt
For a change of accent
Or the colour of your shirt
Better the pride that resides
In a citizen of the world
Than the pride that divides
When a colourful rag is unfurled
 

    	One Today is Worth Two Tomorrows.
    
    		Ben Franklin

	Now I've seen alot of what this world can do,
	  and it's breaking my heart in two,......;^(

courtesy of whatever radio station I am listening to right now and Cat Stevens.

    re .-1
    
    I can't believe any radio station would have the guts to play Cat
    Stevens now!!  Wherever he is, I'm sure Cat is praying for the
    destruction of the Great Satan.

	Maybe I am missing something but why is ironic?  Did Cat
	Stevens do a 180 on his views when he became whoever he
	is now?

	Nonetheless, they are playing it...

    re; Cat Stevens
    
    Cat has some really soothing sounds in times of depresion and trouble.
    His songs have good things to say to make you feel better.
    
    peace,
    
    scottg

    re .-1
    
    Remember the hoopla when Cat Stevens (what's his new name?) supported
    Iran's "death warrant" for Salmun Rushdie because of his book "The
    Satanic Verses"?  Radio stations refused to play any of his music
    because of it.  Cat is now a Muslim, I think.

No I don't remember, but I never had to remember such things with a buddy
like you.  :-)  I like learning new things, thank you Jamie.

Lisa

    Yup, Cat Stevens turned Moslem (not Muslim), changed his name to
    something Middle Eastern (can't recall it at the moment), became a
    follower of the Ayatollah Komeini several years ago, changed his
    world view (he's not a pacifist anymore), he did condone Komeini's
    death sentence against Rushdi, and has made public remarks against
    the United States government's involvement in the Middle East.
    
    Relative to the last, no big deal.  I've made public remarks against
    the U.S. government's actions too ... it's one of those constitutional
    rights many people forget we have when something like war happens.
    
    ... Bob
    

 
a bit more on "Cat Stevens".  He lives in England and I think his
name is something like "Yusuf Islam" or something like that.  

He gave up his money and his gold records....condemned Rushdie (as
already said) and said that the "Death Sentence" for Rushdie was an 
appropriate thing.  

ooooh baby baby it's a wild word,
bob

    Cat Stevens is now Yusef Isslam (sp?)
    
    Geoff

    re: Cat Stevens
    
    This reminds me of my all time favorite movie - Harold and Maude.  I
    love to watch this movie whenever I am feelin' down because it always
    sparks my lovelight.  It is a wonderful story - my favorite part is as
    Harold says that he loves Maude she replies - "That's great Harold, now
    go and love some more".  I think I need to see this movie again this
    weekend.  If you haven't seen it I recommend it.
    
    Happy Cheese-
    Jerry

    RE: Moslem vs. Muslim
    
    
    My Muslim colleague tells me that Muslim, not Moslem, is the correct
    term for a member of the Islam faith.  The Boston Globe has finally
    started using Muslim instead of Moslem.
    
    Bill

    yes... cat is now Yusaf...there's a "best OF" cd out, (NOT the one
    the record company released, but one he said was a better "best
    oF", that tells the story (sorta) of Cats change from 'peacenik'
    to a backer of the Koran. His brother, already converted at the
    time, gave him the Koran as a gift....that's all it took. 
    
    rfb

Well, this Cat/Yusaf talk has been very enlightening folks ... thank you!
I listened to Teaser and the Firecat yesterday.  It, like most of "Cat Stevens'"
(as opposed to this Yusaf dude) work is very thought-provoking.  It has the
ability to be both uplifting and depressing.

	"Now I've been crying lately, thinking about the world as it is
	Why must we go on hating?  Why can't we live in bliss?

	Cause out on the edge of darkness, there lies a peace train.
	Oh peace train take this country, come take us home again!"

From what I have read in these past few notes it seems kind of odd that words
such as these were written by the person who occupies his space today.  It
really makes me wonder, and even question the music (and whether or not I am
happy listening to it).  I still love some of his lyrics though...

	"Now man may live and man may die searching for the questions why
	But if he tries to rule the sky - he must fall"

Out of curiousity, when Cat Stevens made this change to Yusaf whoever
(when was it anyway?) was there any kind of ban placed on his music?

 - Lisa Lisa, sad Lisa Lisa ......

    radio stations in the mid-west (?) had CAT burning and breaking
    parties (like when J Lennon said the Beatles were more popular than
    Jesus)
      
    rfb

For my HIGH school graduation, we sang, as a class, Father and Son.  We used
to modify the wors though:

	Take your time,
	Drink a lot,
	Why drink to everything you've got
	

	:-)

Ahhh, those HIGH school memories.......................................

    ref cat burning....and I though cow tipping was on the edge....
    
    and another high-school/college chant
    
    ..those who drink get drunk
    ..those who get drunk sleep,
    ..those who sleep do not sin,
    ..those who do not sin go to heaven,
    ..since we're all going to heaven.,...
    ......lets drink.......
    
    times have changed
    
    rich

I taught for a while in a school for gifted children.  There was voting for
which song would be used as a recessional at the graduation (this was 1976).
The winning song was the Beatles "Here Comes the Sun" which was O.K., but I
liked the song that came in a close second - "Goin' Down the Road Feelin' Bad".
Several times I have reflected on the vision of these bright, young high
school graduates slowly walking out of the auditorium filled with parents and
guests with the echo of the Dead ...." don't wanna be treated thisa way ...".
Would have been an interesting choice.

Jim

Education and World Peace, Krishnamurti

From "Education and the Significance of Life"

NOTE:  This was written in 1953 from a series of talks.  I have not
updated the personal pronouns in use at the time.


To discover what part education can play in the present world crisis,
we should understand how the crisis has come into being.  It is
obviously the result of wrong values in our relationship to people, to
property and to ideas.  If our relationship with others is based on
self-aggrandizement, and our relationship to property is acquisitive,
the structure of the society is bound to be competitive and
self-isolating.  If in our relationship with ideas we justify one
ideology in opposition to another, mutual distrust ill-will are the
inevitable results.

Another cause of the present chaos is dependence on authority, on
leaders, whether in daily life, in the small school or university.
Leaders and their authority are deteriorating factors in any culture.
 When we follow another there is no understanding, but only fear and
conformity, eventually leading to the cruelty of the totalitarian
state and the dogmatism of organized religion.

To rely on governments, to look to organizations and authorities for
that peace which must begin with the understanding of ourselves, is to
create further and still greater conflict; and there can be no lasting
happiness as long as we accept a social order in which there is
endless strife and antagonism between man and man.  If we want to
change existing conditions, we must first transform ourselves, which
means that we must become aware of our own actions, thoughts, and
feelings in everyday life.

But we really do not want peace, we do not want to put an end to
exploitation.  We will not allow our greed to be interfered with, or
the foundations of our present social order to be altered; we want
things to continue as they are only with superficial modifications, and
so the powerful, the cunning, inevitably rule our lives.

Peace is not achieved through any ideology, it does not depend on
legislation; it comes only when we as individuals begin to understand
our own psychological processes.  If we avoid the responsibility of
acting individually and wait for some new system to establish peace,
we shall merely become slaves of the new system.

When governments, dictators, big business and the clerically powerful
begin to see that this increasing antagonism between men only leads to
indiscriminate destruction and is therefore no longer profitable, they
may force us, through legislation and other forms of compulsion, to
suppress our personal cravings and ambitions and to co-operate for
the well-being of mankind.  Just as we are now educated and encouraged
to be competitive and ruthless, so then shall we be compelled to
respect one another and to work for the world as a whole.

And even though we may all be well fed, clothed, and sheltered, we
shall not be free of our conflicts and antagonisms, which will merely
be shifted to another plane, where they will be still more diabolical
and devastating.  The only moral and righteous action is voluntary,
and understanding alone can bring peace and happiness to man.

Beliefs, ideologies, and organized religions are setting us against
our neighbors; there is conflict, not only among different societies,
but among many groups within the same society.  We must realize that
as long as  we identify ourselves with a country, as long as we cling
to security, as long as we are conditioned by dogmas, there will be
strife and misery both within ourselves and in the world.

Then there is the whole question of patriotism.  When do we feel
patriotic?  It is obviously not an everyday emotion.  But we are
sedulously encouraged to be patriotic through school-books, through
newspapers and other channels of propaganda, which stimulate racial
egoism by praising national heroes and telling us that our country and
way of life are better than others.  This patriotic spirit feeds our
vanity from childhood to old age.

The constantly repeated assertion that we belong to a certain
political or religious group, that we are of this nation or of that,
flatters our little egos, puffs them out like sails, until we are
ready to kill or be killed for our country, race, or ideology.  It is
all so stupid and unnatural.  Surely, human beings are more important
than national and ideological boundaries.

The separative spirit of nationalism is spreading like fire all over
the world.  Patriotism is cultivated and cleverly exploited by those
seeking further expansion, wider powers, greater enrichment; and each
of us takes part in this process, for we also desire these things.
Conquering other lands and other people provides new markets for
goods as well as political and religious ideologies.

One must look at all these expressions of violence and antagonisms
with an unprejudiced mind, that is, with a mind that does not identify
itself with any country, race, or ideology, but tries to find out what
is true.  There is great joy in seeing a thing clearly without belong
influenced by the notions and instructions of others, whether they be
the government, the specialists, or the very learned.  Once we really
see that patriotism is a hindrance to human happiness, we do not have
to struggle against this false emotion in ourselves and it is gone
forever.

Nationalism, the patriotic spirit, class and race consciousness, are
all ways of the self, and therefore separative.  After all, what is a
nation but a group of individuals living together for economic and
self-protective reasons.  Out of fear and acquisitive self-defense
arises the idea of "my country" with its boundaries and tariff walls,
rendering brotherhood and the unity of man impossible.

The desire to gain and to hold, the longing to be identified with
something greater than ourselves, creates the spirit of nationalism;
and nationalism; and nationalism breeds war.  In every country the
government, encouraged by organized religion, is upholding nationalism
and the separative spirit.  Nationalism is a disease and it can never
bring about world unity.  We cannot attain health through disease, we
must free ourselves from the disease.

It is because we are nationalists, ready to defend our sovereign
states, our beliefs and acquisitions, that we must be perpetually
armed.  Property and ideas have become more important to us than human
life, so there is constant antagonism and violence between ourselves
and others.  By maintaining the sovereignty of our country, we are
destroying our sons; by worshiping the State, which is but a
projection of ourselves, we are sacrificing our children to our own
gratification.  Nationalism and sovereign governments are the causes and
the instruments of war.

...

Craving security here of in the hereafter, we create institutions and
ideologies which guarantee that security; but the more we struggle for
security, the less we shall have it.  The desire to be secure only
fosters division and increases antagonism.  If we deeply feel and
understand the truth of this, not merely verbally or intellectually,
but with our whole being, then we shall begin to alter fundamentally
our relationship with our fellow men in the immediate world around us;
and only then is there a possibility of achieving unity and
brotherhood.

...

    Guess that about says it all.

Inspired by the jerry set list where he did the Dylan tune Senor....


Senor, Senor 
Can ya tell me where we're headin'
Is it Lincoln County or Armageddon.   

definately a song for the times.....
whew!  what a song!
bob

ps.  is it "lincoln county", "lincoln county road", or possibly 
"lincoln county farm"....?

pps.  The song "Blues for Allah" that Debess put in this file somewhere
really shows that ain;t much has changed since the day it was penned...
just worse.

ppps.  he'll be pulling out "Masters of War" soon......and on that note
did anyone read the review of Dylan's show that he did at the West Point 
Academy?  He did "Masters of War" for the cadets ...

    "Welcome the Robert Cray Band..."
    
    "............
    
    That's it.  It was harder to stop listening to
    Cray at the Warfield than it is to stop the war.
    
    
    "...this one here is called 'foul play'.///
    
    Reasons be,
    Treasons, gee
    Make me a war
    Tell me the score
    
    Did I shoot my gun?
    Was my war won?
    Am I a dead son.
    
    talkin'
    

    Stop worrying about potholes in the road and celebrate the journey.

    "Don't pamper life's complexities when the leather runs smooth on the
    passenger seat."
    
    - Morrisey

	"Time never thinks twice"

 i liked the topic of quotes or one liners from the last generation
of GRATEFUL.  Should we have one here too????? 

       

    just because an attempt at a semblance of organization has hit
    GRATEFUL, that does not mean you must ask permission before creating
    topics...
    
    			da ve_co-mod_from_hell

  There is no devil, just God.  He acts like the devil when he has had too 
much to drink!!

   this caught my eye on the net:
  
                 The bustle in a house
                   the morning after death
                   is solomnest of industries
                   enacted upon earth.
    
                 The sweeping up the heart
                   and putting love away
                   we shall not want to use again
                   until eternity.
    
                              Emily D.

	
	I pledge allegiance to the Earth
	And to the life which it sustains.
	One world, indivisible
	With beauty and goodness and nourishment for all.
	I pledge to cherish every living thing
	To care for earth and sea and air
	With peace and freedom everywhere.

>                    -< wow that's nice, did you write it?? >-

no, and I don't know who did either...

    That was really GREAT!

{forwards removed}

From the book "Woody Guthrie, A Life," by Joe Klein, here's the original:

   God Blessed America

   This land is your land
   This land is my land
   From California to (Staten) New York Island
   From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf Stream waters
   God Blessed America for me.

   As I went walking that ribbon of highway
   And saw above me the endless skyway
   And saw below me that golden valley, I said
   God Blessed America for me.

   I roamed and rambled and followed my footsteps
   To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
   And all around me a voice was sounding:
   God Blessed America for me.

   Was a big high wall there that tried to stop me
   A sign was painted said: Private Property. [Arlo changed this.]
   But on the back side, it didn't say nothing--
   God Blessed America for me.

   When the sun come shining, then I was strolling
   In the wheat fields waving, and the dust clouds rolling
   The voice was chanting as the fog was lifting:
   God Blessed America for me.

   One bright sunny morning in the shadow of the steeple
   by the relief office I saw my people--
   As they stood there hungry,
   I stood there wondering if
   God Blessed America for me.
   -- Woody G., February 23 1940, Hanover House,
                Sixth Avenue and 43rd Street, NYC.
- - -   - - -   - - -
The tune is from the Carter Family's "Little Darlin', Pal of Mine,"
which in turn comes from an old Baptist hymn "Oh, My Lovin' Brother."

In April 1944, the title was changed to "This Land Is My Land,"
with the new tag line at the end of each verse:  "This land was
made for you and me."  Copyright to the above song is with
Ludlow Music, Inc.

The Woody Guthrie Foundation is rather protective about the
copyright.  Back in the early seventies, during the birth
of the American Indiana Movement (AIM) there was a parody
that went:

	This land is my land, it wasn't your land
	Until we sold you Manhatten Island.
	You sent our nations to the reservations.
	This land was swiped by you from me.

Marjorie Guthrie, Woody's second wife, was not amused and
treatened litigation.

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"Even when pressed by the inner demands of truth, men do not easily assume the
 task of opposing their government's policy, especially in time of war."

			- MLK

    :-}

Wasn't TLIYL written as an (angry) answer to the just-released God Bless 
America?

Also, the New York Island mentioned; wouldn't that be Long Island ?  I'd
love to hear the Dead play this as an encore one night... It would be
very poignant...

RE:      <<< Note 94.41 by BIODTL::FERGUSON "Is it just a waste of time?" >>>
                            -< The Endless Skyway >-


>Also, the New York Island mentioned; wouldn't that be Long Island ?  I'd


 I thought that myself, but a music teacher I had in grade school said it
reffered to Manhattan Island.





Jim

>   From California to (Staten) New York Island

I've always heard this as:

    From California to the New York Islands
				          ^
/Ken

re < Note 94.41 by BIODTL::FERGUSON "Is it just a waste of time?" >
>                            -< The Endless Skyway >-
>
>Wasn't TLIYL written as an (angry) answer to the just-released God Bless 
>America?

Yep, that's what I've heard.

    Funny this subject should be here; I was just talking to a friend of
    mine about a related subject this morning.  Anybody ever see 'Bound for
    Glory'?  The film is ten or fifteen years old, and, personally, I
    really liked it a lot.  It's supposed to be a dramatized biography of
    Woody's life.
    
    Anyway, I liked a lot, at the time - no idea if it was accurate or not.
    Always thought Woody kinda got short shrift for the grate work he did.
    
    tim
    

    I thought it was Islands also,... referring to all of the above
    (manhattan. long, staten )
    
    	but what the heck do I know?
    
    	(don't answeer that Lisa)
    
    							/
    
    PS. Nice to be back at the grind :-}
    

    
    Can I answer it?
    
    :-)
    
    

    I did miss you Phyllis,..
    
    but no, you may not answer that one either
    
    							/
    PS That goes for you too Jc, Tremon, hogan, adam, john, da ve , etc.,
    etc. etc.
    

Actually /, you do seem to know too much for your own good, as in
"ignorance is bliss".  ;-)


  john    

Emancipate your selves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our minds
Have no fear for atomic energy 
cause none a them can stop the time
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look
some say it's just a part of it 
we've got to fulfill the book

               B. Marley

    I LOVE Marley..
    
    Remember this one?
    
    	"you know and you understand,
    	 the mightly God is a living man"
    
    mary

    re -1
    
    Amen to that!!

  Isn't life great.  ;-)  Laughing today at having to walk home in the snow 
a couple weeks ago and no one would pick me up.  Turned out to be a nice walk,
wasn't too cold and gave me a lot of time to walk beneath the stars.  Wish I 
could take care of the money problems that keep dogging me, but I always have 
"old man" Jim H. in here to remind me there are better things to appreciate.  

  Can you remember laying in the grass out on hikes looking up at the sky and 
clouds just soaking up the rays like a cat on the couch next to the window, or 
turning circles with your arms out, head back, laughing like children.  First
time I came through Colorado with Kimberly, we parked the car across from Vail 
one starlit early morn, ran up the hill until we collapsed and sat there
yelling "I love you" echoes.  Whether it be the glow of new love, the warmth
of memories being made in friendship, or the tears of joy aren't we blessed
that we get these moments?  

   Shoot, the beer ads are right, it just doesn't get any better than this.
Have you ever taken a child across a log above a stream for the first time? ran
out and picked them up after they scored a goal in soccer, or all grabbed hands
and "silly danced" in a circle to a toe tapper?  Ain't it great????  Sure it
is, but it isn't any better than quietly helping a baby look at a flower or
ant, sitting up all night with a friend just sharing moments, sorta what 
Grateful reminds me of, or helping an aged relative reminisce about their life.

  I know we _all_ love sex, even Tim ;-), but really do you remember those 
nights with any more passion and emotion than you do those 'special moments' 
you shared in love???  could it get any better than some of those walks, gawd
I remember loving some of the silliest and sweetest times.  

  Well, off I go, supposed to snow this weekend, sure hope I get to walk in 
a gentle flurry of large flakes, and watch them silently drift to earth.  Maybe
I'll think of you guys, hoping you are wise enough to know this life is 
beautiful.  I know Nicole must!  /, Treemon, Mystery, Adam, too many of you to 
name, hope you smiled at the Universe and danced with cosmos this weekend. This 
one's for you and yours..... and the memories past and future.

  peace my friends,

  john      

	some great images, John, they make me smile.  They make me happy.
	GRATE way to start the week.  Thanks for sharing...

	Debess

	ps. what exactly WAS it that started this train of thought?
	I need some ;-)

Thanks for the thoughts, and the smile you put on my face John!  There are
alot of things trying to pull me down lately but images like those you
shared are making it difficult.  Life is beautiful, it's very simple 
actually ... thanks for not letting me forget that, and while I am at it
Thank you to whomever/whatever for making it so easy to smile.  :-)

Lisa

    
    
    Must've been the brainwaves John...  I had one of the most relaxing and
    smile inspiring weekends...  The type of weekend that puts into my soul
    the same energy and positive drive that reading your passage does!
    
    And while I was going to come in this morning, find this note, and
    enter a bittersweet thought for the day, the wind has been taken out of
    my sails by reading your entry.  My thought seems trivial when brought
    into context by yours, kinda like me asking an innocent and unknowing
    question like "why?"  and you providing a viable answer that leaves me
    tacit smile.
    
    Thank you 8^)

    Incredible.  It must be some type of phenomenon.
    
    It's been raining for four days, an unusual event in Florida.  The
    weather has been cool and damp and dreary.  But everything that was
    bugging me last week got up and left town for the weekend.  I just
    finished the most amazingly peaceful, happy, relaxing and fun weekend
    since I left Colorado last December.
    
>                       <<< Note 94.56 by DIGGIE::RILEY >>>
>
>    
>    
>    Must've been the brainwaves John...  I had one of the most relaxing and
>    smile inspiring weekends...  The type of weekend that puts into my soul
>    the same energy and positive drive that reading your passage does!
    
    I couldn't have put it better.  Mary Stanley, where are you?
    
    What meanings ellude me
     when time stands still
    and friends yet untouched
     share moment with mine?
    
    tim
    

    
>    I couldn't have put it better.  Mary Stanley, where are you?


	LAndover...

JOhn, Nice thoughts, brings a smile to my face.

Geoff    

    again I say John, print this sh*t out and show it to Kim!!!!!!!!!!
                                rfb

 Not really anymore than the rest of you.  ;-), I just type or speak
what we all feel.  Thank you, you made me smile.

  peace

  john

	
	today is the spring equinox - the time when the earth 
	will at one point be in perfect balance between day and night,
	winter and summer, light and dark.

	Reflect on this balance and harmony.  Allow this time of
	balance in nature to be absorbed into our souls and
	to create balance and harmony within.  Allow this sense
	of peace and harmony to then flow out into the world...

	peace and Happy Spring!
	Debess

    this will happen at 10:06 pm EST (i think)

what exactly is happening with the planets and all when this happens.

nice way to put it Debess, I love balance.  ;-)  wonder if it will help my
checkbook???  or those lyrics i'm trying to write /??

  john  who_feels_better_already_sorta_more_together_yeah_balanced

    
    *beautiful* way to describe it, Debess.. thanks!!
    
    

	what a ride in today!!  i know a good tour is on it's way for me ....
	I was listening to a great jam in The Music Never Stopped (Boston
	Garden '77) and dancing in the seat of course, when I saw a dodge
	van - a company truck coming down the road.  The logo on it's side
	was "Trips Inc.".  :-)

	I just smiled and danced a little harder with good thoughts of the
	week to come!  ;^)

    
    Yes john :-)  
    
    Its a perfect life, isn't it? :-)  Just a few rough edges to polish
    once in awhile but other than that... it's just perfect. :-)
    
    mary

 I am extremely depressed today. I don't know why.  Everything seems 
like a waste of time. I think I'm in a rut, so deep that I can't see
over the sides. 

 Hopfully I'll be able to make it to Slipknot this Saturday which 
would do wonders for me.

Mechanical thoughts, mechanical movements
Turns a soul to rust
A flower that's restricted cannot grow
A tree that's restricted grows as told
The soul becomes barren when following the code
Like the ground where the wagonwheels rolls

-Shawn Bridges  03/28/91

>  that's nice Shawn you must not be in too much of a rut.  At least
>not a creative one,  ;-), obviously not all is a waste of time.  I've had a

 Whelp I write poetry now and then, and some of my better works come when
I'm in this type of mood. Every now and then I get to a point in my life
where I ask myself "where to now?"  Then my mind starts to wander, then
all my little problems get sucked into my thoughts which drive me down.

But I'm sure that when I pick up my son at the sitters I'll be back to 
normal. whatever that may be ;-)

Shawn

    .....or going to the beach and take a nice long walk....
    that is what i try to do when things seem to be a little out of sort
    
    rich

>  is it easier for you to write moody (I can't spell melancholy) things
>than cheerful??  It is for me by far.  I've been trying to write some
>cheerful and upbeat stuff for a long time and can't do it.

 Most definitely. If I can find them I'll bring in some of 'em.

 
>   ;-)  always worked for me.  go fly sopme kites  ;-)

 It's a perfect day for it today. real windy.


Shawn

Must be something in the air, cuz I've been in the same frame of mind as
Shawn lately...hmm and we're in the same building :^0


Might have something to do with the fact that my first pass at doing my
income tax stuff shows I owe the gubmit ~$2800 :^/




Jim

    
    I wrote a long letter to a very good friend of mine back at school
    talking about some of the many worries on my mind these days.  In
    particular I told him about a certain member of the opposite sex that I
    like - like is a terrible word - ah that I have a certain attraction
    to.  She is a wonderful person.  My delimma is crossing that fine line
    (beyond which you really can't fake) between friendship and a
    relationship.  He wrote me this poem in response - I thought it was
    really special so I wanted to share it here:
    
    Your sometimes a stranger
    Always a friend
    Our love will be forever
    From the moment we begin

	My lesson of the week -

	The *easiest* part of a hardware engineering supervisor's job
	is managing the electrons!

	Bob_stressed_but_dealing_well_with_it

re:  <<< Note 94.69 by DASXPS::BRIDGES "counting stars by candlelight" >>>

> I am extremely depressed today. I don't know why.  Everything seems 
>like a waste of time. I think I'm in a rut, so deep that I can't see
>over the sides. 

I'm depressed too.  Yesterday, instead of sitting down and studying
for my finals like I was supposed to do, I decided to find out how
many Throwing Stones I've seen by going through my setlist books.
I found out I've seen more than 60!!  YIKES!!!  Now that's *REALLY*
depressing!!  That amounts to almost a third of the shows I've been
to!!!  No wonder I don't ever jump for joy whenever they play it!! 

Ashes, ashes, all fall down.... 8-\

peace,
t!ng

 Well today I'm feeling better! (so far, who knows what the day will 
bring ;-) Yesterday when I picked up my son he was real sleepy, he look 
more out of it than I did, but when he finally came fully awake we had 
blast. 
  
 First we listened to Little Feats first album. Then we listened to 
Reckoning. His favorite from that one seems to be Monkey & the Engineer.
We rolled around on the floor, played BOO (kinda like hide and seek),
played catch (which is more like he throws, I catch, I throw, ball bounces
off his chest.8-), and he chased the cats around. A new word of his is
football but he sounds more like  he's saying FLLOOTBALL, he also say 
baseball (BLASSBALL) plus alot of other things that barely sound like 
anything. He does say Kitty perfectly and baby and candy and cheese, and
of course mommy, momma, and daddy. 

 As you can probably tell I'm in a much better mood today, hopefully it 
will last.

Shawn

	When I'm down and out, I usually fix the problem by hiking.  I usually
head up to the Whites in NH early in the morning, and hike a mountain.  Lately,
or shall I say last year, Moosilauke was the mountain.  Hiked it 2 or 3 times,
once with Bill Taylor (we had bad weather as I recall).  One time, it was
really beautiful out... nice and sunny and cool enough for my taste (28 or so
on top)... I found a nice place to sit, took in some oats, and spaced out to
the vast amount of wilderness in front of me (Franconia range, Osceola range,
etc)... 

	If I can't get away, I'll take a long walk around where I grew up and
hang out at my parents house.....


	Shawn, sure sounds like you bailed yourself out of the slump.

	peace mon, jC

>                         -< take it to the mountains. >-

 Actually when I was growing up I lived across the street from a 
vast wooded area, and very hilly. When I was feeling low or lonely
I'd take off into the woods. I really love the wilderness but with 
my schedule as busy as it is, it's tough to do as often as I'd like.

 Our family would take off every summer camping. A one point we
owned a Lodge, 3 cabins and a campgroud on Stinson Lake in the
White Mts. Stinson Mt. was a beautiful climb, easy but beautiful.
There was an old fire tower on top that was in perfect condition.
From the top of the tower the sights were incredible. I also find that
time in the wilderness increases my spirituality. I don't want to start 
a debate but IMO looking at all the beauty, it just can't be an accident.

Shawn

re < Note 94.81 by DECXPS::BRIDGES "counting stars by candlelight" >

>There was an old fire tower on top that was in perfect condition.

	I climbed Stinson Mt. last summer.  The file tower is gone.
	The concrete footings for the tower are still there.
	
	Josh

 Shawn,

  talk about a great way to get out of a frump, I felt better just reading
about you rolling around with the little guy playing "boo".  Also, thanks
for the thanks, sorta felt like I was just reminding a friend and laughing
and bitching together.  ;-)  

  Boy do I agree about the nature stuff!!!!!!  What is so incredibly sad to
me is; that we all do agree about the nature, and most agree about the roll with
the kid/dog/cat/lovedone theory, but we do it so seldom!!!  don't you admire the
people with the wisdom to tap into these things daily???  

  I have a better than good chance of not having a job _very_ soon and in my
sorta looking, mostly pondering, I am filled with a sense of making sure I am
in a position to walk the beach or woods every evening/morning.  Seems like
I'd live longer!!  ;-)  enjoy life more and all the other stuff.

  john

re:<<< Note 94.83 by OURGNG::RYAN "Spent my life seeking all that's still unsung" >>>
   

>  Boy do I agree about the nature stuff!!!!!!  What is so incredibly sad to
>me is; that we all do agree about the nature, and most agree about the roll with
>the kid/dog/cat/lovedone theory, but we do it so seldom!!!  don't you admire the
>people with the wisdom to tap into these things daily???  

Call me a sap but this brought a tear to my eyes. 


>  I have a better than good chance of not having a job _very_ soon and in my
>sorta looking, mostly pondering, I am filled with a sense of making sure I am
>in a position to walk the beach or woods every evening/morning.  Seems like
>I'd live longer!!  ;-)  enjoy life more and all the other stuff.

  This is too bad, but it seems as if your staying in the proper perspective.

Shawn

re:   <<< Note 94.82 by BARFLY::BELKIN "the slow one now will later be fast" >>>
   
>	I climbed Stinson Mt. last summer.  The file tower is gone.
>	The concrete footings for the tower are still there.
	
  That's a shame, 'cause it really added to the view. But for safety sake
I'm sure it had to go. 

I haven't been up there in about 4 years. Tons of great memories come back 
about that place. The first time I climbed that Mt I was 5 years old. 
The year after that the only way my father would agree to go up again was
if I would promise to walk the whole way instead of being carried halfway 
up 8-). I made it! 

Shawn

    
    Saw a good bumper sticker last night on my way out of Ronnie Earl at
    the Bull (I know this ain't the right note, but it's meaning belongs here 
    and not in the sticker note)...
    
    	(Picture	Such a perfect place,
    	   of a 	or so it seems from Space.
          Globe)
    
    
    And another quote of my very own that sums up my feelings quite often:
    
    	"The World is a perfect place, with imperfect inhabitants."
    
    Treemon
    

I'm feeling strange today. Both happy and sad. Optimistic with 
a touch of pessimism throw in, a definite display of mixed emotions.
So I thought I'd share this with everyone. 


 The night sky rages with emotions so deep
 The oceans toss foam upon the beach
 As the moon turns the tides from out of reach
 Many hide their love behind a mask of pain
 While nature can show it in a drop of rain
 So when you wake from your sightless sleep
 Shine your love upon all you meet
 Just as nature continues it's refrain

Shawn Bridges  4-10-91


REMEMBER: "If you can't be with the one you LOVE, love the one your with."

Shawn

    RE: Shawn
    
    Wow!  That is great - You are an excellent poet.  Very strong emotion
    in them words.  Maybe you should give Jerry a call and help the boys
    write some new songs :-).
    
    Thanks,
    
    Scott g

    
    WOW Shawn that was really nice - you certainly have a talent.  Thanks
    for sharing that with us!
    
    Happy Cheese-
    Jerry

re:    <<< Note 94.88 by ANGLIN::GEBHART "Met her accidently in St.Paul,MN" >>>

   >    in them words.  Maybe you should give Jerry a call and help the boys
   > write some new songs :-).
    
    
Thanx Scott,

 I've always wanted to do this, (not necessarily with the Dead) but
I'm not really sure how to go about it. I really wish I had more time to 
write, that's why I like doing poetry because when the feeling strikes
you can knock something out quick and dirty like. 

 I've been working off and on on a novel for the past four years, but have 
so little time to devout to it, so it hangs in limbo. 8-(

Shawn

    Hang on to those dreams!  Your very talented.  Hopefully someday I will 
    be reading some of your work in other places besides notes.
    
    :-)
    
    Scott g

    
    Shawn...
    
    I will be speaking to you off-line about that passage.  I am truly
    impressed and would like to see if you are interested in having /-mon
    and me create some original tunes around your words...
    
    ... That is, if you are interested... 
    
    Treemon

 This isn't how I'm feeling today but since my renewed intrest in poetry
I thought I would share some of my earlier stuff. And this seemed as 
good a place as any.

This is the first poem I ever wrote. I was a junior in high school. I had
just crashed from a speed high, (back in my bad days). I was in History
class and the teacher was this very boring guy, a real nice guy, but real
boring when it came to teaching. 

                          Staining of the Styx

	               	  Death creeps behind me
			  With his cold gleaming scythe
			  My time to leave is near
			  He swings...
			  I cross the river Styx
		  	  With my head in my hand
			  As life drips from the reapers tool
			  Staining the water of the Styx bright red
			  Sending another on his way across
			  Head in hand red is the shore of sand
			  Stained by he and I and soon by you.

					Shawn Bridges  9/21/81

re: Staining of the Styx

I'm glad you got over that phase!

		American Indian Prayer

	O Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the winds, 
	whose breath gives life to all the world, hear me!  
	I am small and weak, I need your strength and wisdom.  

	Let me walk in beauty and make my eyes ever 
	behold the red and purple sunset.  

	Make my hands respect all the things you
	have made and my ears sharp to hear your voice.  

	Make me wise so that I may understand 
	the things you have taught my people.  

	Let me learn the lessons you have 
	hidden in every leaf and rock.  

	I seek strength, not to be greater than my friends, 
	but to fight my greatest enemy, myself.  

	Make me always ready to come to you 
	with clean hands and straight eyes.  

	So when life fades, as the fading sunset, 
	may my spirit come to you without shame.

    
    
    
    The woods are a beautiful sight,
    where the sun shines on the trees and ground so bright.
    
    Where birds are little bystanders in a bush,
    and the squirrels in the tree find a nut and give a push.
    
    Where you can find radiant flowers showing their beautiful faces,
    and the insects, who are so little, crawl around on the bases.
    
    And there's a racoon washing its paws and face.
    The stream running as though it were in a race.
    
    And looking through the trees I see, a mother dear and her baby fawn,
    who get up so early in the morning dawn.
    
    And as I look up, I'm glad I can see,
    way up on a branch, there's an owl in a tree.
    
    Then I say to myself, as the owl gave a nod,
    how can't you know, that this is the world of God.
    
    			Written by
    			Cathleen Mirabito

Very nice Cathleen.  I walk quite a bit in the woods;  sometimes places that
others probably have never walked (in the deep woods).  Many of the things you
mention are true... if you are still enough to witness them.

This past w/e, Deb and I took a canoa ride down the Nashua river from Lancaster
to the Oxbor Nat'l Wildlife refuge in Harvard.  About 6-8 miles.  With a
canoe, it is easy to travel w/o making a lot of noise.  We saw all sorts of
wildlife not normally seen everyday... very peaceful... and quiet....

 re: last two

8-) 8-) 8-) to the tenth power.



       In the End

     Images, pictures,
     Reflections in my mind. I
     See everyone I
     Care for, everyone I love.
     Then I feel my life slip away.
            
                Shawn Bridges

    This is about what I saw and felt while driving to work this morning.
    I mostly made it up while driving, and restly made it up while typing.
    
    ... Bob
    
	Gaia awakens to renew again her cycle of life.
	For Gaia is a good mother, and her children prosper.
	Though we often mistreat her, as children will do,
	Ignorant of the harm we are doing to our Mother.
	
	Many are the gifts Gaia provides for her children.
	Food, eternally renewed through the cycle of life ... her life.
	And shelter from dangers both understood and unknown.
	And compassion, as she quietly tries to repair the damage we create.
	
	Gaia is a good mother, and she sustains her children's health.
	Trees bring forth their leaves in a burst of energy and color.
    	Leaves that maintain the balance of life for Gaia's children,
	Though we often upset the balance and harm our Mother.
	
	But even in her pain, Gaia creates beauty for her children to enjoy.
	Shafts of sunlight pushing their way through polluted clouds
	Create a cathedral of splendour in the hazy air.
	Flowers poking through soil forever tainted by ignorance and greed,
	Colorfully mark the celebration of the spring ... the awakening of Gaia.
	For though she is damaged, still she continues to care for her children.
	
	Yes, Gaia is a good mother, and her children prosper.
	But will we realize in time what we are doing to her?
        Will we care for our Mother, as she has cared for her children?
	Or will we simply wish her healthy again when it's too late.
    
	Today, Gaia awakens ... what will tomorrow bring ?

	nice, Bobbb, thanks...

    Hey Now Gerry G. sounds like your going thru a ruff time :^(
    Hope you come thru it allright. I'm sending you some good
    vibes and hope they find your funny bone ;^)
    
    peace,Andy

    The more your look, the less you see.
    The more you see, the less you look.

    Gee, I love the stuff you guys have been putting in this note.  Shawn,
    send some of your poetry to rfb for me and I'll put some photogs with 'em
    and mail you a calender.  ;-)
    
    Life is good for me and mine, thank you Dave for sending me that non
    taxable, nonmonetary, nonedible gift.  best gift I have ever received,
    thank you!  and Nicole thanks for calling, keep it up.  ;-)
    
    I haven't exactly looked hard yet for work, basically looked at life
    for awhile.  Seems pretty damn good!!  I'll let you all know where I
    end up and what I am doing.  Don't let the little stuff get you down, 
    remember what is important to you, and take care of it.
    
    peace,
    
    john 

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Condensed from Connecticut College News
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"Dig Into The World", by Alan Alda

The best things said come last.  People will talk for hours saying 
nothing much and then linger at the door with words that come with a 
rush from the heart.

We are all gathered at a doorway today.  We linger there with our hand 
on the knob chattering away like Polonius to Laertes.  Now remember, 
'Neither a borrower nor a lender be...' and don't forget, 'This above 
all: To thine own self be true...'

But the very best things said often slip out completely unheralded, 
preceded by, "Oh, by the way."  In real life, when Polonius had 
finished giving all that fatherly advice to his son - who probably 
wasn't paying much attention anyway - he must have said, "Oh, by the 
way, if you get into trouble, don't forget that you can always call me 
at the office."

As we stand in the doorway today, these are my parting words to my 
daughter.  There are so many things I want to tell you, Eve.

The first thing is: don't be scared.  You're being flung into a world 
that's running about as smoothly as a car with square wheels.  It's 
okay to be uncertain.  You're an adult in a time when the leaders of 
the world are behaving like children.  Where the central image of the 
day is a terrorist one: humane concerns inhumanely expressed.  And the 
only response to this is impotent fury.  If you weren't a little 
uncertain, I'd be nervous for you.

Adulthood has come upon you and you're not all that sure you're ready 
for it.  I think sometimes I'm not ready for adulthood either - yours 
or mine.

The day before yesterday you were a baby.  I was afraid to hold you 
because you seemed so fragile.  Yesterday, all I could feel was 
helplessness when you broke your nine-year-old arm.  Only this 
morning you were at teen-ager.  As I get older, the only thing that 
speeds up is time.  But if time is a thief, time also leaves something 
in exchange; experience.  And with experience, at least in your own 
work you will be sure.

Love your work.  If you always put your heart into everything you do, 
you really can't lose.  Whether you wind up making a lot of money or 
not, you will have had a wonderful time, and no one will ever be able 
to take that away from you.  

I want to squeeze things great and small into this lingering good-by.  
I want to tell you to keep laughing.  You gurgle when you laugh.  Be 
sure to gurgle three times a day for your own well-being.  And if you 
can get other people to join you in your laughter, you may help keep 
this shaky boat afloat.  When people are laughing, they're generally 
not killing one another.

I have this helpless urge to pass on maxims to you, things that will 
see you through.  But even the Golden Rule doesn't seem adequate to 
pass on to a daughter.  There should be something added to it.  Here's 
my Golden Rule for a tarnished age:  Be fair with others, but then 
keep after them until they're fair with you.

It's a complex world.  I hope you'll learn to make distinctions.  A 
peach is not its fuzz, a toad is not its warts, a person is not his or 
her crankiness.  If we can make distinctions, we can be tolerant, and 
we can get to the heart of our problems instead of wrestling endlessly 
with their gross exteriors.

Once you make the habit of distinctions, you'll begin challenging your 
own assumptions.  Your assumptions are your windows on the world.  Scrub 
them off every once in a while, or the light won't come in.  If you 
challenge your own, you won't be so quick to accept the unchallenged 
assumptions of others.  You'll be a lot less likely to be caught up in 
bias or prejudice, or be influenced by people who ask you to hand over 
your brains, your soul or money because they have everything figured out 
for you.

Be as smart as you can, but remember that it's always better to be wise 
than smart.  And don't be upset that it takes a long, long time to find 
wisdom.  Like a rare virus, wisdom tends to break out at unexpected 
times, and it's most likely people with compassion and understanding who 
are susceptible to it. 

The door is inching a little closer toward the latch and I still haven't 
said it.  Let me dig a little deeper.  Life is absurd and meaningless - 
unless you make something of it.  It is up to us to create our own 
existence.

No matter how loving or loved we are, it eventually occurs to most of us 
that deep down inside, we're all alone.  When the moment comes for you to 
wrestle with that cold loneliness, which is every person's private 
monster, I want you to face the same thing.  I want you to see it for 
what it is and win.

When I was in college, 25 years ago, the philosophy of existentialism was 
very popular.  We all talked about nothingness; but we moved into a world 
of effort and endeavor.  Now no one much talks about nothingness; but the 
world itself is filled with it.

Whenever that sense of absurdity hits you, I want you to be ready. It 
will have a hard time getting hold of you if you're already in motion.  
You can use the skills of your profession and other skills you have 
learned here, dig into the world and push it into better shape.

For one thing, you can try to clean the air and water.  Or you can try to 
make the justice system work, too.  You can bring the day a little closer 
when the rich and the privileged have to live by the same standards as
the poor and the outcast.

You can try to put an end to organized crime - that happy family whose 
main objective is to convince us they don't exist while they destroy a 
generation with drugs and suck the life from our economy.

You can try to find out why people of every country and religion have at 
one time or another found it so easy to make other people suffer.  (If 
you really  want to grapple with absurdity, try understanding how people 
can be capable of both nurture and torture; can worry and fret over a 
little girl caught in a mine shaft, yet destroy a village and everyone in 
it with hardly the blink of an eye.)  You can try to stop the next war 
now, before it starts, to keep old men from sending children away to die.

And while you're doing all of that, remember that every right you have as 
a woman was won for you by women fighting hard.  There are little girls 
being born right now who won't even have the same rights as you do unless 
you act to maintain and extend the range of equality.  The nourishing 
stew of civilized life doesn't keep bubbling on its own.  Put something 
back in the pot for the people in line behind you.

There's plenty to keep you busy for the rest of your life.  I can't
promise this will ever completely reduce that sense of absurdity, but 
it may get it down to a manageable level.  It will allow you once in a 
while to bask in the feeling that, all in all, things do seem to be 
moving forward.

I can see your brow knitting in that way that I love.  That crinkle 
between your eyebrows that signals your doubt and your skepticism.  
Why - on a day of such excitement and hope - should I be talking of 
absurdity and nothingness?  Because I want you to focus that hope and 
level that excitement into coherent rays that will strike like a laser 
at the targets of our discontent.

I want you to be potent; to do good when you can, and to hold your wit 
and your intelligence like a shield against other people's wantonness. 
And above all, to laugh and enjoy yourself in a life of your own 
choosing and in a world of your own making.  I want you to be strong 
and aggressive and tough and resilient and full of feeling.  I want 
you to be everything that's you, deep at the center of your being.

I want you to have chutzpah.  Columbus had chutzpah.  The signers of 
the Declaration of Independence had chutzpah.  Laugh at yourself but 
don't ever aim your doubt at yourself.  Be bold.  When you embark for 
strange places, don't leave any of yourself safely on shore.  Have the 
nerve to go into unexplored territory.

Be brave enough to live life creatively.  The creative is the place 
where no one else has ever been.  You have to leave the city of your 
comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition.  You can't get 
there by bus, only by hard work and risk and by not quite knowing what 
you're doing.  What you'll discover will be wonderful.  What you 
discover will be yourself.

Well, those are my parting words as today's door closes softly between 
us.  So long, be happy.......

Oh, by the way, I love you.

    "when people are laughing, they generaly aren't killing anyone"
    
                     %^)              ;^)                :^)

The Hug

There's a red one stuck to your finger tip.  Stuck right there
amongst the uncountable white ones.  There are a few dark ones
stuck there too.  Your finger is not more than six inches in
front of your nose.  You are staining your eyes to see these
grains of sand stuck to the tip of your finger.  

The sand is all around you.  You're sitting on it.  Someone 
close to you puts their arm around you and gives you a hug.  
You forget how phenomenal sand stuck on the tip of your finger 
can be as the hug's effect takes over.  The comfort and 
warmth from the love you feel seems to radiate in all 
directions.

It's just a hug.  It's just your imagination.  It's just
a beach.  It's just love.  You can't figure out how, but
the sand is warmer now.  You're still staring at the sand
stuck on your finger as all this is coming down.  Then,
for a moment, you look to the horizon.  The sunset steals
your gaze.  This is no ordinary sunset.  It's natural beauty 
seduces you.  A wave rolls up the gentle slope and its  
froth kisses your toes.  As if you think the ocean cared,  
you silently declare, "I know what you're up to."  

In answer, the ocean roars as another wave slams into 
the rocks nearby.  The rock sends the wave skyward.
The sky, blue as it ever was, is struck by the spray.
Like jewels from the sky, drops of the ocean, lit by
a bright sun, hover around you and then fall.  A big
drop of salt spray lands smack dab on the tip of your
finger and sweeps away the sand.  Your lover takes
your hand, holds you tight, and says, "We should go,
the tide is coming in."


The Walk

Summertime -- just past midnight -- there's a bad moon rising,
Thick fog covers the surrounding fields and makes the moon a 
faint fuzzy glow to the east.  You're with the one you love and 
you're surrounded by brussel sprouts.  Millions of them.  You 
can't see them, but you know they're out there.  

Before this day, brussel sprouts only brought out ambivalence, 
or less, in you.  You didn't have to eat them, didn't need to worry
about them eating you, and -- in fact -- you generally support
every individuals' right to choose to eat, grow, or otherwise
participate with the brussel sprouts.  

Then, one afternoon you, and someone you love, go for a ride up 
the coast highway.  When you pull over, park, and head across the 
green fields towards the beach, you have never considered what it 
might be like to hate brussel sprouts.

From the shoulder of the highway, up over the ridge, down the
trail, into the green fields you go, with the one you love,
and they hate brussel sprouts.  Together, you head to the
sea.  You hear waves crashing in the distance on the shore,
you breath deep and smell, open your mouth and taste the
ocean breeze.  Hand in hand, step by step, you walk towards
the ocean, chit-chatting as you go.  


The Talk

You love the one you're with and they ask, "What kind of 
plants are those?"

"Brussel sprouts, I think," and you think nothing of it.

Conversation doesn't come easy when you walk through a field 
of brussel sprouts with someone who hates brussel sprouts.  
You see a green field and they see something else.  Only
because you care, you find it within yourself to go on and
on about the beauty of the scene that unfolds before you.
You talk about the things that are important to you.  You
talk about values.  You explain that there are two things
that are very important to you:  the earth you live on,
and your life on this earth.  You express your hope that
these values will survive in future generations.  You
try to be really poignant by pointing to the fields of
brussel sprouts and babbling on...  The one you're
with demonstrates here-to-for unseen acting ability
by not barfing.


The Rest

Finally, you get to the beach.  You both give a sigh
of relief.  You sit on the shore and watch the tide
go out.  You know something isn't right, and you say so.
"It's the brussel sprouts."

"What about them?"

"I hate brussel sprouts."

"Why?"

"I don't know.  I just do."

"That's weird.  OK, but weird."  With that, my friend
drew a finger through the sand, raised a finger to
face level and stared at it.


Early in the Morning

We left the beach that night with a newfound understanding.

We torched acres brussel sprouts.  Given enough heat, those
little suckers burn!  
  

Epilogue

Eventually, with help, we discovered why we hated brussel
sprouts and resolved not to hate them anymore.  I began
to hate brussel sprouts because a friend who I cared 
deeply about hated them.  My friend hated them because 
they were forced to eat them.  That's not excuse, it's
just what happened.  I deeply regret the actions we 
took that seemingly destroyed a major brussel sprout
field (but ultimately created a new and even more profitable
market:  brussel sprout briquettes).  I believe that 
we brussel the sprouts and sprout the brussels the
way we see fit because we are free people.   
 

re:             <<< Note 94.106 by WLDWST::BLAKKAN "Let it shine." >>>

 
  In the beginning, with all the brussel sprouts I got a laugh, then 
the more I read I grasped upon a much deeper meaning hidden amoung 
all those sprouts. By the end my thoughts revolved around peer pressure,
hate, prejudice, and finally love and understanding. 

  There is a lot food for thought (no pun intended) amoungst those words.


Thanks

    re:.106
    
    GOOD STUFF! I too laughed (actually scoffed, "Oh nooo, I'm in the
    brussel sprouts notesfile again!")at first.......but the deeper
    meaning hit me 'bout 1/3 of the way through. 
                                                 rfb

OK ... well some of you are curious about my button.  :-0  Well listen here
kids there will be no button talk around here!!  I will tell you about my mood
though  ;^)  As I was bathing in the sun yesterday there was this song going
thru my head, one of those skippy songs (i.e a song that causes me to want to
skip around; singing, and smiling).  I am sure most of you know it, I'll share
a few lines... 

	Zipededoodah Zipedeyah!! 
        My oh my what a wonderful day
	Plenty of Sunshine heading my way
	Zipededoodah Zipedeyah!! 

It's beautiful out, I have a tan and a honeydew melon (2 sure signs of summer)
and all this brightness in the air reflects in my smile, and my mood.  ;^)
So, as for my button - consider it pushed until further notice.  ;^) ;^)
There is just too much brightness and beuty around to be down, for any reason.

- Sunshine

    who's the black private dick who's a sex machine to all the Chicks?
    Shaft!
    
    You think that cat Shaft is a bad mother - Shut your mouth!
    
    - Dave (in a strange mood today)

I'm just a love machine
and I won't work for nobody but you ....

    Who's that girl dressed in green..
    IKO IKO all day (or whatever)
    She's not a girl but a lovin machine
    IKO IKO.....
    
    rich

    THE DEADHEADS
 
They all look the way everyone looked
when I was 20
more than 20 years ago,
and they're still 20.
That's not nostalgia, that's a time machine.
And there are no time machines
but there they are,
glowing with how marvelously simple life is.
They're wrong.
Their skins glow just as marvelously.
I don't know.
Maybe they're right.
A friend of mine glares at them and growls:
"Anyone who walks barefoot
down Telegraph Avenue ought to be shot."
But they seem to have some special magic
that makes sharp objects scuttle out of their way.
I've never met a Deadhead with so much as a splinter.
They're always listening to the music
even when its not playing.
Maybe they walk on it,
like some magic carpet
out of the Arabian Nights
that rolls up behind them when they're gone.
When they're gone
the street is harder than before,
the broken glass shines brighter.
 
from The _Blind _Man's _Peep _Show by Julia Vinograd, Zeitgeist Press, 1991
reprinted without permission, Thanks, Julia!! :)
Mark Takaro (mtakaro@library.berkeley.edu)
 
    

THEME FROM "SHAFT"  (** indicates background singers)

Who's the black private dick that's a sex machine with all the chicks?
** SHAFT!
Damn right!
Who is the man who would risk his neck for his brother man?
**SHAFT!
Can you dig it?
Who's the cat that won't cop out when there's danger all about?
**SHAFT!
Right on.
They say this cat is a bad mother...
**SHUT YOUR MOUTH!
I'm talking about Shaft.
**Then we can dig it.
He's a complicated man but no one understands him but his woman.
**John Shaft!

They don't write 'em like this anymore.

    
    they don't write 'em like that anymore??  thank you god!!!!!!!!
    
    				da ve

    re .114
    
    thanks! I've been looking for those lyrics! Now we can do a bluegrass
    "Shaft" at SIS right after our bluegrass "Stairway To Heaven" and 
    bluegrass "I used to Love Her, But I had to Kill Her".
    
    - Dave

Or as dc and I were discussing on the way home from Northern Lights..how 'bout
some bluegrass Madonna?  Like a virgin is a tune that can be adapted :^)




Jim

    are thoses shaft lyrics the real lyrics or the Bart Simpson lyrics???
                                                                      rfb

Sunday nite when I got home from the Northern Lights show (tapes available!),
there were 2 tapes in my mailbox that were dropped by a friend.  Steve Winwood,
and Michelle Shocked.  The Michelle Shocked show is Grate!, she has a lot to 
say between songs.  

" If I can't dance you can keep your revolution"  - Emma Goldman

"Politcs and music have something in common, they are both far to important 
   to be left to the professionals."   





Kevin

    
    I have that Emma Goldman button.  I bought it at a Seabrook
    demonstration 2 yrs ago this month! 
    
    Carol_whose_religion_is_dancing
    

    re .119
    
    Is Emma credited with the second quote there too? (The one about music
    and politics...) I like that one,.. a lot!
    
    							/
    

    re .119
    
    hey Kevin! 
    
    ya shoulda intra-duced yourself!
    
    I was the guys making all the announcements, etc. 
    
    - Dave 

	Isn't it great to be around during that tiny little window of
	time in the history of the universe that The Grateful Dead 
	are jammin'? (at least....jammin' in this world :^)

Amen, Dave ... every now and then I get a little bummed for not having been
into the Dead before the mid-80's ... then I think, well heck, I'm ALIVE and
they're PLAYING!  These are the good ol' days ....

-dc

re:                      <<< Note 94.123 by AWECIM::RUSSO >>>
   
>	Isn't it great to be around during that tiny little window of
>	time in the history of the universe that The Grateful Dead 
>	are jammin'? (at least....jammin' in this world :^)

	I wonder if people around in Mozart's time felt the same way?
    
    	- Gerry

>	I wonder if people around in Mozart's time felt the same way?
    
I think I'd be a Mozart-head if I lived during that period 8-).

peace,
t!ng

    nah, they didn't appreciate it then...  they were too hung up on the 
    problems created by the vending scene and drug use surrounding
    his tours...
    
    				da ve

>    nah, they didn't appreciate it then...  they were too hung up on the 
>    problems created by the vending scene and drug use surrounding
>    his tours...
    


not to mention the scalper scene charging $0.10 for a ticket which was 5
times higher than the $0.02 face value!

oh, and the countfit tix... bad bad  bad...

Steal Your Powdered Wig Right Off of Your Head

    yea and who said Vienna had no heart....
    
    
    rich

Yesterday I was watching CNN and I saw an ad for, believe it or not...



Yours for only 19.95, 

Bach,


Bethoven,

Tchicovski, marches, waltzes, overtures,


19.95 only 19.95


The Greatest Hits Of The 17th Century.

I almost fell off my chair laughing, I was expecting the little Duracell bunny 
but he never appeared.

I guess its for real.

Geoff

Since Debess brought up hot air ballooning I though I'd enter the following 
prayer, called the Irish Balloonist Prayer, recited after my first hot air 
balloon ride last week (it was FUN FUN FUN!!).

	The winds have welcomed you with softness.
	The sun has blessed you with warm hands
	You have flown so high and so well that
	God joins you in laughter and sets you
	Gently into the loving arms of mother Earth.

			- The Isish Balloonists Prayer
				author unknown

	On the subject of hot air balloons, Deb and I went on one in Harvard
(my hometown) a couple of years back.  It was simply marvelous -- we went in
the fall;  colors abound below us as the fog lifted from the valleys.  Very
exhilarating.  Highly recommend it if you've never done it.

	

    How much does a balloon ride cost?
    
    dave

re: Cost

Well, I went out in Palm Spring,CA and there it cost $125 per person for 1-3 
people, $115 for 4-10, and $110 for 10+.

Thank god I didn't pay for it!!  (neither did Digital, in case you were 
wondering...)

Scott

    I know of two people in the Nashua area who do balloon rides, they
    generally charge $150 to $175 per person. Not cheap, but ballooning is
    an expensive hobby. Balloons have to be replaced frequently because of
    normal wear, rips, burns, etc, and they really don't make that much
    money doing it.
    
    Scott
    

Continuing the balloon digression...

The pilot we had talked to us a little about some of his balloon stories.  
He said that rips in the envelope, i.e. the balloon itself, are not a 
big deal because the balloon can actually function with a hole you can drive a 
full-size van through torn in it.  He takes his stuff very seriously but even 
so he can't help but get a kick out of it when people panic and think they're 
going to crash when they see a little 3 inch tear.

Being in Palm Springs, he has taken up some famous people.  He told us Tony 
Orlando was the funniest - it was a surprise for his birthday from some friends 
and when he found out what it was he said "NOOOOOOO WAY!"  After about a half 
hour of begging, he finally agreed.  They went up, and when it was time to land 
the wind came up. The basket got dragged about 200 yards through shrubs and 
bushes on its side, showering the passagners with dirt and debris.  When they 
finally stopped the thing Tony bounced up and said "Awwww man, let's go do that 
AGAIN!!!"  He loved it.


And to get back to the topic ;^) the way ballooning makes you feel - close your 
eyes and remember back to those dreams you had (or still have) as a child, 
you're floating ligher than air over the ground, looking down at the rest of 
the world and all its problems and knowing that you have been set free...

Scott

	more balloon stuff...

	There is a balloonist (he calls himself a basket case) in 
	Milford NH  who goes up quite frequently.  I often see him
	up there in the early morning or dusk...anyways, every year
	he helps organize a huge rally and invites many other 
	balloonists to Milford.  It is done for charity...all proceeds
	donated to High Hopes (one of these deals where chronically/
	terminally ill children get a wish).  Sometimes up to 50 hotair
	balloons go up at once, depending on the weather.  People book
	reservations for the balloons.  There is other entertainment
	and food and craftsales going on all weekend.  This year it
	will be the weekend of June21-23 with balloons taking off at
	dawn and dusk Friday evening thru Sunday evening.  I mention 
	this because even if you aren't IN a balloon it is a real
	impressive sight to see (and photograph?) all those beautiful
	colorful majestic balloons at once...

	Debess

	The balloon ride Deb and I went one cost about $350 for both of us.
We saved our coinage over a years' time and ended up saving $325 in quarters,
dimes, and nickles.  So, that paid for it... rather painless way of shelling
out $350.  The basket only held 5 people - another couple went with us.

	Back when the person we went with started ballooning, regulations around
the sport were minimal, and the price for a balloon ride was not great (like,
$50 / person).  As the sport become more popular, the Feds starting making all
sorts of regulations, like, yearly inspections, insurance requirements, etc.
All of these things contributed to the higher cost we have to pay today.

	Spike Holden, the man who did the balloon ride for us, is very 
experienced (he is a commercial jet pilot, has a plane of his own, and flies
balloons).  He allowed me to pick the take-off spot -- Bromfield High School
in Harvard.  It was a chilly October morning -- 32 degrees or so.  Being
somewhat nervious about heights, I had my reservations.  But I tell ya, once
I was up in the balloon, I forgot about the height.  It was totally breath-
taking, extremely peaceful (when the balloon was not being fired), and
very intense seeing the town, where I grew up, from above.  Harvard is very 
hilly, and with the cold morning, lots of fog settled in the low lying areas.  
I took all sorts of neat pictures -- reflections of us in water, etc.  We
went over 495...it was fun being the ones exciting all the morning commuters
(honking horns, flashing headlights, etc).

	One thing Spike likes to do when he sees water is to land on it.  So,
we landed on this small pond.  Right before we hit the water, he suggested
for everyone to sit on the rim of the balloon (to avoid getting our feet
wet).  So we did, and we landed right in this pool of water surrounded by 
fog...  very cool...

	The ride lasted about 1 hour.  Once we landed, we helped put the balloon
away, and then had champagne, cheese and crackers... very cool...

	JC

    WOW!  Grate stories!
    
    I have some questions though:
    
    How does the balloon stay afloat with a huge rip in it?
    
    When the balloon landed on water, did it actually settle on the water
    and float on water (You mentioned water in the basket) or did the
    balloon partially keep it afloat in the air?
    
    I love the way you saved up for it: excess change for a year.  That's a
    grate idea!!
    
    Balloons take off about 3 miles from my townhouse at a
    monastery/theatre place.  Usually in the fall.
    
    dave
    who_still_has_dreams_of_floating_and_alway_wants_to_go_up_in_a_ballon

    
    >How does the balloon stay afloat with a huge rip in it?
    
Good question that I didn't think to ask, I just kinda nodded and said "wow".
He did say though that at the top of the balloon the temp is almost 300 degrees 
farenheit (sp?).  I can't imagine it staying afloat very well if the huge rip 
were in the very top.  A rip on the side it seems would be ok because of the 
hot air rising to the top of the balloon and assuming you can pump more hot 
air in than is escaping.

Ohh, one other I wanted to metion that was pretty cool, or should I say 
hot ;^).  You'd think that since you are going up so high that it might be 
pretty cool (temp wise) up there.  Well, trooth is, it gets hot as hades!  
Everytime he blasts the burners to heat up the envelope, it feels like the 
hugest hair dryer you ever heard of blasting you on the back of the neck at 
triple-high setting!  The pilot even keeps baseball caps in the basket for 
those balding passangers who want to presereve their scalps.  Actually, it 
never causes any pain whatsoever, but boy oh boy is it hot!

Scott

    Balloon Story follows (sorta)
              once while we staying in the ghost town/hotsprings of Dunton
    (near telluride) a band of ballonist showed up from Phoenix. 
    These guys took offat dawn, about 10 ballons. when the sun came up, and
    I don't know why this happened, all the balloons started crashing into
    the aspen forests, one crashed in the Delores River. It was funny as
    hell (to me neway) to see these guys scrambleing to avoid 30-60 foot
    tall aspens looking for that small, samll meadow to set down in. 
    I think the guy who crashed into the river was trying to set
    down(mentioned ina  previous note) but teh wind caught him and he ramed
    the bank. Noone was hurt and I don't think any equip. was damaged. 
    Which made it funnier.
                          rfb (warped)

Ok, now I'm totally engrossed in this balloon stuff... 8^)

One reason for the balloons in rfb's story craching may have been the rise in 
air temp when the sun rose, creating less difference between the air in that 
balloon and the air surrounding it.  That's basically a guess though.

The pilot we had told us this other story, explaining why when we land we don't 
get out of the basket until he told us to.  As an experiment, he had a friend, 
who weighs about 200lbs, sit on the edge of the basket and jump out as they 
were gently resting the bottom of the basket on the ground.  As soon as he got 
out and his ballast was lost, the balloon soared to 3000 feet and floated there 
for 3 minutes about before he had to add any heat.  Talk about the ultimate 
elevator ride!!

BTW, there is a PBS show on Airships (balloons, blimps, and zeppelins) that is 
REALLY cool as well as educational.  I've seen it on Channel 2 in Boston a 
couple times.

Scott

Balloons are very graceful, gliding through the air effortlessly.

Anyway, the water deal.  As long as the weight in the balloon remains constant,
the balloon is not going to go up or down very quickly.  So, the pilot 
settled down real slow -- using the burners just enough to keep us from sinking
more than 6" into the water.  Then, he fired the sucker for a minute or so
to get out of there.

Before we landed in the water, I leaned over w/ my 35mm camera and look an
INTENSE picture of our reflection.  It was especially cool because there was
a bit of fog in the process of breaking up just above the surface of the
water -- so, in essense, the colorful balloon in the reflection is partially
obscured by clouds (tm).  The picture is kinda spacy.

Then, while floating over this swamp filled with intense colors from the Fall,
I took another picture of our reflection.  This picture is very psychedellic
looking!  I ought to have that one blown up to 20" x 30" and put it in my
office next to my other acid-crazed picture (a picture I took through one
of those giant soap bubbles at a Foxboro show -- complete with distorted
colorful tie-dye shirts in the background!).

JC

	You cannot look at your own eyes.

  Can't let go cuz you're afraid to fall, but the day may come when you can't
  feel at all..

{headers removed}

          THE END OF LIVING AND THE BEGINNING OF SURVIVAL

                          by Chief Seattle


The following is an excerpt from a speech delivered in 1854 by
Chief Seattle of the Duwamish tribe to the newly arrived 
Commissioner of Indian Affairs for the Washington Territory. 
Delivered in the native tongue, it was translated and recorded
on the spot by Dr. Henry A. Smith. Of the chief, Dr. Smith said:
"His influence was marvelous. He might have been an emperor, but
all his instincts were democratic."
The speech itself- eloquent, emotional, and painfully insightful-
is, unfortunately, as strong an indictment today as it was in 1854.
It is a remarkably prophetic statement of current enviromental
ethics, presaging even John Muir by nearly half a centry.

HIS SPEECH......

"The Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land.

The Great Chief also sends us words of friendship and good will. This
is kind of him, since we know he has little need of our friendship
in return.

But we will consider your offer. For we know that if we do not sell,
the white man may come with guns and take our land.

How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is
strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the
sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?

Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine 
needle, every sandy shore, every mist of the dark woods, every clearing
and humming insect is holy in the ceremony and experience of my people.
The sap which courses through the trees carries the memories of the
red man.

The white man's dead forget the country of their birth when they go
to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful earth,
for it is mother of the red man. We are part of the earth, and it is
part of us.

The perfumed flowers are our sisters; the deer, the horse, the great
eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices of the 
meadows, the body heat of the pony, and man- all belong to the same family.

So, when the Great Chief of Washington sends word that he wishes to buy
our land, he asks much of us.

The Great Chief sends word he will reserve us a place so that we can live
comfortably to ourselves. He will be our father, and we will be his
children.

So we will consider your offer to buy our land. But it will not be
easy. For this land is sacred to us.

This shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just
water but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you land you must
remember that it is sacred and that each ghostly reflection in
the clear water of the lakes tells of events and memories in the
life of people. The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father.
The rivers are our brothers, they quench our thirst. The rivers carry
our canoes, and feed our children. If we sell you your land, you must
remember, and teach your children that the rivers are our brothers,
and yours, and you must henceforth give the rivers the kindness you
would give any brother.

The red man has always retreated before the advancing white man, as
the mist of the mountains runs before the morning sun. But the
ashes of our fathers are sacred. Their graves are holy ground, and
so these hills, these trees, this portion of the earth is consecrated
to us."
                   
"We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion
of land is the same as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the
night and takes from the land whatever he needs. The earth is not his
brother, but his enemy, and when he has conquered it he moves on. He
leaves his father's graves behind and he does not care. He kidnaps the
earth from his children. He does not care. His father's graves and his
children's birthright are forgotten. He treats his mother, the earth,
and his brother, the sky, as things to be bought and plundered, sold
like sheep or bright beads. His appetite will devour the earth and leave
behind only a desert.

I do not know. Our ways are different from your ways. The sight of your
cities pains the eyes of the red man. But perhaps it is because I am
a savage and do not understand. The clatter only seems to insult the
ears. And what is there to life if a man cannot hear the lonely cry of
the whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around a pond at night?
I am a red man and do not understand. The Indian prefer the soft sound
of the wind darting over the face of a pond and the smell of the wind
itself, cleansed by a midday rain or scented with the pinion pine.

The air is precious to the red man for all things share the same
breath- the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same
breath. The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes.
Like a man dying for many days, he is numb to the stench. But if we
sell you our land, you must remember that the air is precious to us,
that the air share its spirit with all the life it supports. The wind
that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sigh.
And the wind must also give our children the spirit of life. And if we
sell our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, as a place where even
the white man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow's
flowers.

So we will consider your offer to buy our land. If we decide to accept,
I will make one condition: The white man must treat the beasts of this
land as his brothers.

I am a savage, and I do not understand any other way. I have seen a
thousand rotting buffaloes on the prairie, left by the white man who
shot them from a passing train. I am a savage, and I do not understand
how the smoking iron horse can be more important than the buffalo that
we kill only to stay alive."

"You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet
is the ashes of our grandfathers. So that they will respect the
land, tell your children that the earth is rich with the lives
of our kin. Teach your children what we have taught our children,
that the earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth befalls
the sons of the earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit
upon themselves. This we know.  The earth does not belong to man;
man belongs to the earth. This we know. All things are connected
like blood which unites one family.

Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth. Man did 
not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever
he does to the web, he does to himself.

But we will consider your offer to go to the reservation you have
for my people. We will live apart, and in peace. It matters little
where we spend the rest of our days. Our children have seen their
fathers humbled in defeat. Our warriors have felt shame, and after
defeat they turn their days in idleness and contaminate their bodies
with sweet foods and strong drink. It matters little where we pass
the rest of our days. They are not many. A few more hours, a few
more winters, and none of the children of the great tribes that
once lived on this earth or that roam now in small bands in the
woods will be left to mourn the graves of a people once as powerful
and hopeful as yours. But why should I mourn the passing of my
people? Tribes are made of men, nothing more. Men come and go,
like the waves of the sea.

Even the white man, whose God walks and talks with him as friend
to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be
brothers after all; we shall see. One thing we know, which the
white man may one day discover- our God is the same God. You may
think now that you own him as you wish to own our land, but you
cannot. He is the God of man, and his compassion is equal for the
red man and the white.

This earth is precious to him and to harm the earth is to heap
contempt on its creator. The whites too shall pass; perhaps sooner
than all other tribes. Continue to contaminate your bed, and you 
will one night suffocate in your own waste.

But in your perishing you will shine brightly, fired by the strength
of the God who brought you to this land and for some special
purpose gave you dominion over this land and over the red man.
That destiny is a mystery to us, for we do not understand when the
buffalo are all slaughtered, the wild horses are tamed, the secret
corners of the forest heavy with the scent of many men and the
view of the ripe hills blotted by talking wires.

Where is the thicket? Gone. Where is the eagle? Gone. And what is
it to say goodbye to the swift pony and the hunt? 
The end of living and the beginning of survival."

THE END

    that's heavy stuff for first thing wednesday morning.....

    
    Like Randy said its heavy, but damn it seems to be coming true.
    
    
    Divide Dave
    

    Who can understand that the smoking iron is more important than
    the dying buffalo?
    
    This is the white man's nightmare we are creating.
    
    						/
    

    re / in .151
    
    i beg to differ...   white man's dream :== red man's nightmare...
    
    			:^(
    
    				da ve

    Well,.. OK,.. da ve
    
    The white man thinks its a dream,.. only he hasn't realized yet
    that it truly is a nightmare.
    
    						/
    
    PS No offense to those white folks who have realized this
    

    I wuz thinking about this last night, and it seems to me that there are
    two philosophies towards nature: nature is something to fight tooth and
    nail and conquer or nature is something we must live in harmony with. 
    It's my understanding that not all Native American* tribes followed the
    "harmony" philosophy, is that correct?  Did any European (read:
    "white") groups adhere to this harmony idea?  Where and how in a
    culture's development do the concepts diverge?  Given the tools to
    conquer nature, would any people do it?
    
    * PC phrase, but how it wasn't "America" until the Europeans named it
    so.  Native Pangean perhaps?  :^)
    
    Jamie

    Jamie
    
    	Your two philosophies I am not familaiar with,.. and so
    reacting *only* to what you enterred and not understanding completely
    where you are coming from,.. I can't help but think that they are
    inadequate to describe the total actions of a societry, ,be it an
    Indian society or a "white man" society.
    
    	However
    
    	The Amish come to mind as one group of white settlers that try
    to live in harmony with nature,.. if I'm reading you right. Am I?
    
    	I don't have any examples of an Inidan tribe that lives with the
    intent of conquering nature...
    
    						/
    

RE:          <<< Note 94.154 by FRAGLE::IDE "now it can be told" >>>

>    Where and how in a
>    culture's development do the concepts diverge?  Given the tools to
>    conquer nature, would any people do it?
    
	Many a philosopher has pondered that question. Dostoevsky was one 
	of the first to blame it on "technology", or the western drive towards
	industrialization. Nietzsche took a wider view: he blamed it on God,
	or rather the shape of modern western religions. I think he hit on a 
	key point. Compare the center of Western religions (Man) to the center
	of Native American religions (Nature). If our religions espoused more 
	respect for nature, we would. 

Fog

    Last week it was in the local (Seattle) papers that Chief Seattle
    didn't say this stuff. Some writer made it up as an example of what
    Chief Seattle might have said if asked.
    
    John

    
    Wouldn't it be just totally cool if the boyz(tm) timed the mailorder
    to coincide with when most Mass workers would be getting their tax
    refunds?  So many people got the refunds THIS week!   It would be like
    - you know - a reward to all of us here in central/semi_Northern NE
    since they've had to bypass Worcester/Hartford for the last two yrs.
    
    I think that's what happened
    
    carol

    I doubt it.....I don;t think the DEAD management really give a rats &^^
    when and if you get a tax refund....
                                        rfb

    I have a feeling we're in for some *major* changes in the
    the world we live in.
    

    ditto ---.160
    1. When will people realize the other war we are at---(especially the 
    government) that is economic war...thanks to the Japanese..
    2. Which leads to when are we going to learn to deal in a "World
    Economy"...that may not support the wondrful free market enterprise
    theory???
    
    rich

re: -.1

I don't blame the Japanese, etc for the changing world economy. It's true that 
the US is no longer 'king of the hill' but or inflexibility to change 
manufacturing methods from costly modes which, when the US ruled the economic 
world, could seemingly be afforded, to cost efficient ones is our own fault. Yes
the Japanese, Germans and others have some trade practices which are shy of free
market, but as they are so highly dependent on consumer-based economies like the
US for their yen, we should be able to vote with our feet. Just as we felt the
low labor pinch from the Japanese over the past 25 years the Japanese are being
hit with the same by Singapore, Korea, Taiwan and some African nations. IMHO
what's needed in the US is a longer term view of investment/business (ie scrap
externally reported quarterly results), increased savings (vs spending) and
a tax structure which promotes investment and innovation.

Jeff_who_knew_he'd_get_to_use_that_10_yr_old_economics_degree_sometime

    Jeff-- we're not that far apart on our views...I agree that we have
    blown it in the manufacturing sector by inefficient ways etc..but have
    also been ruined by the "bottom line" attitude with short gains at all
    costs by increasing volumes and changing margins instead of the long
    term invetsments into manufacturing practices.  I feel that the
    Japanese were the leaders in festering out our weaknesses and the rest
    of the world has followed suit thus they feel the impact from Korea
    etc.  As we start to develop into a more service industry nation we
    will fall into the same pitfalls as before if we are not careful..
    our work around "customer perceptions" needs a great deal of
    improvement. Jeff one question...if others practices are "shy of the
    free market approach...what should we do in dealing with those
    countries?
    
    rich(who wish he did not have an economics degree)

    
    
    While at college, our Economics Professor told us in the first day what
    Economists were:
    
    	Economists are people who can tell you tomorrow why what they said
    yesterday about today didn't happen. :^)
    
    Sounds a bit like weather forecasters!
    
    Treemon

    "If you lined up all the Economists of the world end to end
    they still wouldn't reach a conclusion."
    				George Bernard Shaw
    
    Heidi

1. they're not lawyers (no flames please, it's a joke)
2. We didn't have classes on Friday!!!

Rich:

One way to deal with the less than fair trade practices (FWIW we do some foolish
things too) is to use tariffs and duties to help level the playing field. If 
Japan is block US exports to their country, increasing the import tariffs on
selected items, if there are domestic and/or other foreign manufacturers, will
make the Japanese product less attactive price-wise and lower the demand for it.
Of course, if superior products, at an equal or lower cost, are made 
domestically or in other countries, we won't import as much from the 'unfair'
nations.
	Note: This will be minimized if 1) it gets tossed about for political 
reason and 2) it assumes there is some degree of parity in the quality of the 
products. People still bought Japanese cars when we had import quotas because
the domestic substitutes (eg the K car) weren't perceived as good enough. FWIW,
Honda now exports US made cars to Japan.

You also mentioned the US moving to more of a service industry economy. I think
we've about capped out on the # of people in the service industry (there are 
1 million people in the office cleaning business). I think the shift might well
be toward manufacturing that will be technology intensive vs labor intensive.


These views, plus $.50, may get you a cup of coffee in the cafe.


j

Sweet Life Foods has a new slogan on the side of some of their tractor 
trailor trucks in rilly big lettering that takes up the whole trailor:

		We Are All Brothers and Sisters    
		  Estamos Hermanos y Hermanas

    Jeff....that's right about classes on Friday (it made me larf)...we
    could really bore folks to death withe these type comments...when
    talking about the service areas lets not forget arenas like the
    applications (software) that we are becomming more intensive in,
    companies like JWP who are OEMS for IBM and APPLE and do large scale
    installations of that equipment and all the Networking etc...those can
    also be termed service related fields.  I think manufacturing will make
    some sort of comeback but lots of attitudes need adjusting.  It would
    be interesting to see what tarrifs would do in light of what the 
    japanese are being accused of with the minivan business.
    
    rich

Rich:
	Bore people with economics? Maybe that's why my desk fell over when I
nodded of in intro to microeconomics :-0
	Your right about services with the OEMs, etc. I was thinking more about
the number of people needed. 

	Ceteris Paribus

jeff

  My a$$ is a dragon today. I got home from job #2 at 11:30 last night.
By the time I got to bed it was 1:00 a.m. then my son woke up and
started with his cries of "downtairs" (he kinda talks like the kid in
the comic strip Rose is Rose.). He finally quited down about 1:30
but if I knew if I tried to move him back to his bed he'd wake up
again. So he spent the night with us. I finally got to sleep sometime
between 2 and 3. Then up at 6 to get ready for work. 

  NEways like I said to Jim this morning, if I had to do it all over again.


I SURE WOULD!


                I'll always be there to dry his eyes
		When he starts to cry
		When he skins his knee
		He can always come to me
		
		Through thick and thin
		I'll never give in 
		To the anger that rises 
		When he's full of suprises

		Give me that an give this
		Without a please or thank you
		Even with the fueds I'm still in bliss
		What else is there for dad to do

		His tantrums are such
		But I love him too much
		To lay a hand on the one 
		We call Wil.



As children, I don't think we really understand how much our parents
love us, till we have children of our own. 

Shawn

    ahhh yes, children....sweet things that they are...
    shoulda seen the mail lady yesterday at lunch when
    I burst through the front door with my 13 year old daughter in hot
    pursuit yelling "I'm gonna get you for that!"...chased me around the
    yard twice, stopped long enough to grab the mail...then back into the 
    house after me screaming like a banshe! (Man, those kidney punches hurt
    after awhile!)
                  rfb
    
    
    P.S. grate poem!

    Randy
    
    	You sound like one hell of a dad...
    
    	:-)
    
    							/
    

    
     Randy and his wife are good parents. 
    I have known him and his kids since the oldest one was in diapers and
    the other only a gleam in thier eyes. He could bring his kids to my
    house anytime they would ALWAYS ask before they touched anything and
    get this.
    
     THEY NEVER FAILED TO SAY PLEASE AND THANK YOU!
    
    GRATE KIDS FROM SOME GRATE PARENTS!
    
    
    DIVIDE DAVE

    ya, they never fail to say please and thank you and F*&^ you! 
                                                                  rfb

    
    never heard the F word from either of them!
    Divide
    

    This morning I heard SNAP, CRACKLE, F&^* YOU

Hey Divide,

How is life at 9500' ?  I tell ya, we're having a heat-blast from hell right
now.  It'll get close to 100 today -- with HAZE and HUMIDITY...

Aweful sleeping weather!

RE:   <<< Note 94.177 by BIODTL::FERGUSON "the rainbow does not have a beard" >>>
                             -< Bring on WINTER ! >-

>now.  It'll get close to 100 today -- with HAZE and HUMIDITY...



 Yeah!! Ain't it great!






 Jim who loves it!

    
     J.C.
    
     You want me to make everyone move out here and live in Divide???
    
     Life at 9500' is GRATE!, Its about 80 degrees in the afternoon when we
    get home from work, have to use a blanket to stay comfortable at night,
    don't need no AC just keep the window open and let that cool Colorado
    breeze in.
     Have to put a light jacket on in the mornings, the humidity has been
    high, its up around 35% or so...
    
    
     Hope this makes you feel a little better. . .
                                                ,
                                              \___/
    
    Divide Dave

    
    
    wow...  35% eh...  must be getting pretty muggy...  :^/
    
    				da ve_who_woke_to_87%_this_morning_
    				with_temps_almost_equal

    its so damn hum-med here it might as well be raining !

    
    re:180
    
     Yeah can't wait till it gets down around 15%......
    
    
    

RE: JC.  ya Mon, Can't wait for winter!!!

Fog_whose_bailing_out_and_heading_for_some_high_peaks,_even_though_there_only_
a_third_as_high_as_the_Collie-radical_peaks

	I wonder if Mt Washington will break its all-time high of 67
	degress this summer?

	I say it will...

Awwww......it isn't THAT hot today, seriously.....I was expecting a 
serious blast of heat when I walked out at lunch today, and was rather
disappointed at how hot it wasn't.

After spending 4 years in Indiana, where it was much colder in the winter,
and much hotter and stickier in the summer, I can't take anyone who complains
about the weather here seriously.

All-weather Hogan

    Don't complain about the weather.  It will find some way to get even.
    
    				Doug Larson, United Feature Syndicate

Well, I had to go outside at lunch and move a couple small boxes and after 
about 2 minutes of it I was soaked with sweat - I was actually psyched to get 
back to my cool little cubicle after that!!

Scott

    
    Oh, I forgot to mention that I walked out of the building and travelled
    all of 50 ft before I got into Lisa's well-air-conditioned car when I
    was outside for lunch today.
    
    ;^)
    
    Hogan

He also forgot to mention his disappointment in you Fog, for not coming
with us.  Afterall (in Hogan's own words) you ARE weather so it shouldn't
bother you.  ;^)  ;^)

> When will people realize the other war we are at---(especially the 
>    government) that is economic war...thanks to the Japanese..
    
    When we vote.  When we show how our vote counts.  When we vote and
    we're proud of it.   I know it sounds incredibly trite, but your vote
    counts.  To think otherwise is a BIG BIG COP-OUT!  
    
    Whether or not you choose to vote, I could care less.  If you
    do, if you care, and you don't have to be a genius to choose
    something better than the status quo, then you'll certainly
    get a handle in very short order.  Government for the people,
    by the people, is a great step forward -- but it only works
    if you run the show, not *them*!
    
    
    >2. Which leads to when are we going to learn to deal in a "World
    >Economy"...that may not support the wondrful free market enterprise
    >theory???
    
    As soon as we grow up (and I do mean you/me)!  There are material 
    things in this world that I/we find seductive.  Will life be sweeter
    for this?  It will, if we're taught to enjoy it.  Then we'll 
    really like it.   Then...  who really cares, you can't
    do that.
    
    rich
    

    I feel so much more He-Manly this morning after participating in two
    ancient rites of passage for males: speaking in a high squeaky voice
    and wearing women's underwear.  Pass the quiche.
    
    Jamie

    
    may you recieve the full blessings of Skeletor, arch rival to 
    He-man, Master of the Universe...  (set voice/mode=diaboliocal laughter
    followed by large explosion)...
    
    	and there was much rejoicing...
    
    					da ve

    re: last two
    
    Harumph! Only *real* men do head butts on granite! HAR! ;-)
    

    with a little luck, i hope to be classified as an *artificial* man
    for quite some time, thank you very much!
    
    			:^)
    
    				da ve 

    
    >and wearing women's underwear.  Pass the quiche.
    
    ok - I understand the second sentence....but what *IS* wrong with
    wearing women's underwear? 
    
    c

    re .-1
    
    >ok - I understand the second sentence....but what *IS* wrong with
    >wearing women's underwear? 
    
    It's tough to reach around and engage those hooks.  I may be alone on
    that rite of passage . . . it was a *long* wait Friday night.  Good
    thing I had lots of bees to keep me company.  I named them all, then
    killed them one by one.  Goodbye Boris, Bobbie, Baxter, Boone, Bill,
    Buzzy, and Blaine.  I'll always remember our time together.
    
    Jamie

    Fear is . . . 
    
    . . . being passed by the U.S.S. Swerve-A-Lot while on a bicycle.
    
    Jamie

RE:           <<< Note 94.197 by FRAGLE::IDE "now it can be told" >>>
                                    -< :^) >-

Huh?? Wha???!?!?   SAL Lives???   Do tell us the gory details.

Fog_who_when_he_last_saw_SAL,_she_was_being_unceremoniously_hauled_off_to_her_
final_resting_place.

re:             <<< Note 94.197 by FRAGLE::IDE "now it can be told" >>>
   
    >Fear is . . . 
    >. . . being passed by the U.S.S. Swerve-A-Lot while on a bicycle.
    
    Fear was being First Mate on the USS Swerve-A-Lot! ;-)
    
    Shiver_me_timbersG

    re .198
    
    Sorry to get your hopes up . . . in my mind, whatever you're currently
    driving is the SAL.  :^)  There are few who believe that the SAL
    swerved by its own accord.  To re-cap:
    
    Fear is . . . 
    
    . . . being passed by Fog on four wheels (more or less) while on two.
    
    Happiness is . . .
    
    . . . going for bike rides on workday afternoons.  There's less traffic
    and only one person (not Fog) deliberately tried to hit me.
    
    Jamie

Oh, was that you biking near the wachusett res. yesterday afternoon around 3???

I do remember having to cut off a biker because of the oncoming traffic/narrow
road combo. Had no idea that was you. 

re: fog

>I do remember having to cut off a biker because of the oncoming traffic/narrow
>road combo. Had no idea that was you. 


as a biker, runner (past), walker and motorist, i have a great deal of respect
for folks using the road.  i really get pissed when some idiot only leaves
2 feet of space between me and his vehicle when there is plenty of room to
move over...... the motorist should slow down and wait until there is space
to pass the runner/biker/walker/etc SAFELY (allowing plenty of room between
your vehicle and the person)... unforetunately, this is hardly the case in 
MASS...

when i'm passing a runner/biker/walker, i usually swerve *way* over to give
the person a good 8-15 feet... when i do this, many times I get hand waves
of appreciation.

sorry mon; i don't mean to pick on you (it could have been anyone); you done 
hit a nerve w/ me.

    re .-1
    
    As it turns out, it wasn't me that Fog cut off.
    
    Surprisingly, I've found most motorists to be very considerate to me
    when I'm cycling.  The biggest problems are caused by folks who don't
    realize that I'm doing 25-35 mph (flat or downhill, more like 8-10
    uphill) and pull out in front of me or give me the hook (pass on the
    left and take a quick right in front of me).  Most of these people
    aren't jerks, they just have no clue.
    
    There's also bad cyclists who ride two abreast where it's not
    appropriate and don't use hand signals, not to mention the just plain
    stupid who don't wear helmets.  Courtesy on the roads goes both ways. 
    I live in a fairly rural area, things may be much different on highly
    trafficked roads.
    
    If you can't safely get by a cyclist, just hang out until it's safe to
    pass.  The delay in getting to where you're going isn't worth risking a
    life for.  Remember, we're saving the gas for your driving pleasure. 
    Happy motoring!!  :^)  :^)
    
    Jamie

    
    A good story follows on a somewhat related topic...
    
    A friend of mine from my hometown (who went to college with me) was
    driving along Rte 33 in Wilton, CT  when he saw a jogger approaching. 
    A car from the other direction came along at great velocity and forced
    him back into his lane at the last second.
    
    Well, he didn't have time to use the brakes effectively and was forced
    to come MUCH closer to the jogger than he would have preferred...
    
    At the last second he recognized the jogger, it was David Letterman! 
    Bill (my friend) looked into his rear view mirror to see Letterman spin
    around and flip him the bird!  
    
    I told Bill he should write into the show saying "Remember that car
    that nearly ran you off the road, that was me!"
    
    Letterman lives about 2 miles away from where the incident happened and
    is seen regularly in town running errands in his red Ferarri wearing
    his favorite baseball cap...
    
    Treemon

I've been run of the road while running and have been hit by a car while 
crossing the street. As Jamie said the courtesy thing should should 
apply to all using the road. People should not run/cycle/etc 2,3+ abreast, 
especially on busy roads. Likewise it would be nice if motorists realized that
the extra time spent yielding is not that great. My perspective when driving 
and seeing cyclists/pedestrians/etc is, what if that person were my child...


jeff

    I'm reminded of the article I read years ago in the Boston Globe from
    an out of state man who visited his son, who was attending college
    here.
    
    The man was aghast at his son's driving habits ... careening through
    the street without a care about the pedestrians crossing the street.
    When he said something about it his son replied "don't worry dad, they
    always stop."
    
    Later that day they were walking in Harvard Square when the son stepped
    out in front of traffic without even looking.  When he said something
    about it his son replied "don't worry dad, they always stop".
    
    ... Bob
    

RE: <<< Note 94.202 by BIODTL::FERGUSON "the rainbow does not have a beard" >>>

>as a biker, runner (past), walker and motorist, i have a great deal of respect
>for folks using the road.  i really get pissed when some idiot only leaves
>2 feet of space between me and his vehicle when there is plenty of room to
>move over...... the motorist should slow down and wait until there is space
>to pass the runner/biker/walker/etc SAFELY (allowing plenty of room between
>your vehicle and the person)... unforetunately, this is hardly the case in 
>MASS...

	Its the case when I drive. Period...  I'm cool, Mon. I really didn't
	"cut off" anyone, that was just easier to say than "Caused a biker to
	be a little more consious of how straight he was riding so as to avoid 
	a swerve of four or five feet which would have put him in contact with
	my left front quarter panel".  five feet is not a lot of room as far as
	I'm concerned to give a biker when passing...

Fog

    
    	Well If rule number one is (If I may quote the illustrious GerG)
    
    	"Don't follow Fog"
    
    	then rule number two must be
    
    	" Don't get in front of him either "
    
    	Or could we just combine all thgese rules and just say
    
    	"Don't be in the same county with Fog"
    
    							/
    
    	PS :-)
    

I did not mean to pick on you specifically Fog, you just happened to touch a
subject that strikes a nerve with me.  I'm glad that you drive with respect
to others sharing the road.  I just wish others would do the same.

JC, user of roads in:

	Concord
	Harvard
	Littleton
	Carlisle
	Chelmsford (when riding w/ Slash)

    
    I wish all bikers realized that they are NOT pedestrians!!!!!!
    
    Last night, driving home after dark, I encountered suddenly in front of
    me a couple of reflectors......they weren't too far away.  A dude on a
    bike was driving in my lane along the edge of the road TOWARDS me!!
    No headlight, just his reflectors......I had very little room to leave
    him, as another car was coming the other way, and I couldn't see him
    until almost the last second.
    
    Dave

    A good book on cycling in traffic is "Effective Cycling", by John
    Forester, published by M.I.T. press. Forester's basic tenet is that
    bicycles are vehicles, not toys, and can get along with cars as long as
    cyclists act intelligently. A sample (not verbatim):
    
    If a lane is wide enough to accommodate both a cyclist and a passing
    car, the cyclist should keep right and not get upset if cars pass in
    the lane. If a lane is too narrow for this, the cyclist should ride in
    the middle of the lane and cars have no business passing in the same
    lane.
    
    I've found the above principle to work quite well in practice. Note
    that the cyclist must determine whether the lane is adequately wide.
    Very few motorists will attempt to share a lane with a cyclist who
    obviously intends not to share it. Some motorists get grouchy, but
    getting yelled at hurts a lot less than getting run over.
    
    I especially recommend this book to either cyclists or drivers who
    believe that cyclists should ride on specially-designated bike paths.
    Accident data indicates that bikes paths, on the whole, are much more
    dangerous than roadways (mostly because bikepaths often conflict with
    normal traffic flow).
    
    When cycling in traffic, I have more fear of incompetent cyclists than
    of drivers. I hate approaching someone wobbling along on the wrong side
    of the road...
    
    John
    

    
    
    
    	Nature's climate is enemy,
    
    	Shelter becomes necessity,
    
    	A price we pay
    	to avoid harm's way
    
    	is more and more dependancy.
    
    Treemon

  The infinity of space in the large may have a counterpart in the
actual infinity of ever smaller stuctures going into the atom, its
constituent parts, the nuclei, the nucleons, and perhaps smaller parts
of which they themselves are constructed, and so on ad infinitum. 

  It might be in such a case, that some properties of the "real world"
on the basis of any finite collection of physical laws will be
undecidable.  Thus the all-embracing character of anthropogenic
schemata would be in doubt, much as the belief in our occupation of
the center of the universe was discarded by Copernicus. 

						Stanislaw Ulam 

>                     -< wutza anthropogenic schemata ??? >-

It's one of those things that show the progression from a fish crawling
out of the water to frog to mammal to ape bent over to ape walking upright
to man....

pretending to know,
bob
a "family tree"??

    Like the words in the song go, `what __ are, is what __'re meant 
    to be.'  If, when you hear that, it makes you feel like humans
    have the upper hand, then there must be some sort of
    anthropgenic schemata at work.  Like we're the end result 
    of some grand project.
    
    Then again, it's more likely that we're accidently,
    simply here, now, and we might as well enjoy it while 
    we can.  This is what's known as the 'possibly hippogenic 
    schemata.'
    
    KenB_who_wonders_if_the_hippopotomuses_are_on_to_something?
              

    Could you please define anthropogenic (sp?)
    
    But if it means waht I think it means (a natural progression,.. as in
    the development of a species),.. then yes,.. I too have had that
    thought cross my mind at very similar momnents... looking (peering?)
    out form my now decaying shell which washes away with every passing
    measure of the music to see hundreds of smiling faces all seemingly
    doing the saem (getting INTO it),.. and then thinking to myself "But
    of course!,.. this is how its supposed to be,.. how it was meant to
    be,.. that everyone should just be and be well and enjoy and "win"
    without losers"
    
    Its a difficult thing to describe,.. but I think we're talking about
    pretty similar experiences. Those moments captured in memory are what
    make the thing magical,... and what keep me coming back.
    
    

>    Could you please define anthropogenic (sp?)
    
The whole word isn't in my dictionary, but it does list

	anthropo-    pref.  Human: anthropology [<Gk. anthropos, man.]

	-genic   suff.  1. Generation or production: antigenic
		  	2. Suitable for reproduction by a specified
	 		   medium: photogenic

So an anthropogenic schemata is an attempt to explain where the human
race fits into the universe as a whole.  The "all-embracing"
traditional views seem to place humankind in a very definite position
relative to natural phenomena: given our physical size in relation to
atoms, electrons, etc., we can write down the laws of nature
consistent with our point of view.  Ulam suggests that there may be no
limit to the depth of physical sub-structures we can observe, thus
leaving physical science on a foundation of ultimate mystery and
incomprehensibility.  In other words, we may never understand the
structure of the universe completely, but only a small slice of it,
observable at our level.  It makes me think of sub-universes where
little dudes ride around on neutrinos and quarks, and where all the
laws of physics are totally different that what we've come up with so
far. 

	"You mean there could be whole other universes right here
		inside my thumbnail?"
	"Yeah."
	"Oh, wowwwwww, man!!!"

tom

    Yo Tom
    
    	YOWZA! Nice note. But,.. with all due respect and no
    undue amount of disrespect for yourself,.. I'd like ot get Ken's
    definition,... 
    
    	Ken?
    
    							/
    

    
    	At risk of testing Grateful as the safe place I perceive it as, yet
    soliciting feedback nonetheless.  Here is my debut work as Poe's
    understudy ;^)  And as is an appropriate though sometimes overused
    quote in this place...
    
    "Believe it if you need it, or pass it if you dare"
    
    
    
    
    Earth's Parasite
    
    Of all the planets in our system
    one is blessed with life yet plagued.
    Without its doom the earth would grow
    in balance through evolution.
    Natural beauty would abound
    in melodic disproportion,
    should all the species have come forth
    save one, a vast contortion.
    
    This is how the story starts,
    in cosmo-mirth and wonder.
    The earth was born and life was formed;
    a gift unto its giver.
    The chain took place for all to face
    one species fed another.
    This was the way for all to pay
    for their spot upon the earth.
    
    The page is turned, the story's burned
    comes man, the breaker of chains.
    The beast is clubbed, the feast is dubbed
    a trophy of his knowledge.
    Earth's blood is burned, goes up in smoke
    it can't cry out in pain.
    We rip its skin right off its bone
    and say we do it justice.
    
    Flesh and soil is turned to steel
    and steel is turned to structure,
    Sand and water is made concrete
    and this becomes our fort.
    Man becomes a working ant
    and drives us from our roots.
    With every stitch of progress made
    the earth becomes our foe.
    
    What will be ahead of us
    in times we can't yet see?
    The death of earth will kill us all
    it's wrath we can not flee.
    So man on earth will change its course
    from green and blue to brown,
    The progress of his life is true
    but for earth is a spiral down.
    
    Is there room for both of us?
    Man and Earth alike?
    Or is it as I fear it is,
    are we its parasite? 
    
    
    
    Treemon 8/91
    

    
    
    The guy can't even get his Dead quotes right!
    
    "Believe it if you need it, or LEAVE it if you dare"
    
    ;^)

 very thought provoking.

Shawn

Good stuff, Treemon.

-dc

    Is that my drummer talking?
    
    Hmmm
    
    not bad ,...
    
    I wouldn't say Edgar is "worried",.. but he's taking a passing
    interest. :-) :-)
    
    Anybody want to help me try and put music to it?
    
    						/
    

    Why ask why? Because it's the most important question in the world. 
    It can free a nation, but more importantly it can free your mind! 

    :-Chuck (who's seen to many people who appear to have taken a stupid 
    	     beer commercial and made a philosophy out of it ;-( )

                        THE STATION
                        ==========	
		   (By Robert J.Hastings) 

Tucked away in our subconscious is an idyllic vision.  We see ourselves on a 
long trip that spans the continent.  We are traveling by train.  Out the windows
we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children waving at 
a crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillside, of smoke pouring from a 
power plant, or row upon row of corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of 
mountains and rolling hillsides, of city skylines and village halls.

But uppermost in our minds is the final destination.  On a certain day at a 
certain hour we will pull into the station.  Bands will be playing and flags 
waving.  Once we get there so many wonderful dreams will come true and the 
pieces of our lives will fit together like a completed jigsaw puzzle.  How 
restlessly we pace the aisles, damning the minutes of loitering -- waiting, 
waiting, waiting for the station.

"When we reach the station, that will be it!" we cry.  "When I'm 18". "When I 
buy a new 450 SL Mercedes Benz!".  "When I put the last kid through college".  
"When I have paid off the mortgage!".  "When I get a promotion".  "When I reach 
the age of retirement, I shall live happily ever after!".

Sooner or later we must realize there is no station, no one place to arrive at 
once and for all.  The true joy of life is the trip.  The station is only a 
dream.  It constantly outdistances us.

"Relish the moment" is a good motto, especially when coupled with Psalm 118:24, 
"This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it".  
It isn't the burdens of today that drive men mad.  It is the regrets over 
yesterday and the fear of tomorrow.  Regret and fear are twin thieves who rob us
of today. So, stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles.  Instead, climb 
more mountains, eat more ice cream, go barefoot more often, swim more rivers, 
watch more sunsets, laugh more, cry less.  Life must be lived as we go along.  
The station will come soon enough.

    
    
    Very nice passage Dave, Where did you find it?
    
    Treemon

Hey now Tree;

Someone sent it to me a while ago and I saved it ... don't know the original
source ....

-dc

    nice stuff....my feelings exactly, and have been for some time now %^)
                                                             rfb

Yeah, that was really nice, Dave!!  Thanks for posting it!!

peace,
t!ng

    
    ....i love ice cream, especially in the mountains....
    
    thanx,
    
    		dugo

    Yah thanks Dave, I needed that, but I really need to feel it. I forget 
    it too often. Especially when I think I saw once quickly pass by.
    
    Geoff

	When I give food to the poor they call me a saint,
	when I ask why the poor has no food they call me a Communist.

				-- author unknown (to me ;^)

I just wanted to say "Good Morning!" to everyone, since I rarely get to do it!

ha-ha :-)

adam

    "The only problem with getting old is that the people running the world
    are guys you went to high school with."

                              Kurt Vonnegut - on the Today Show, Sunday,
                                              Sept. 1, 1991

    

    thank you for starting my day off with a truly frightening thought!!!
    
    					da ve

 What da ve said! 8-)

Shawn

 YIKES!!!

From Desperado:


	If pro is the opposite of con, what is the opposite of progress?

From the recently reread "Fahrenheit 451"

"There's more than one way to burn a book."

Sad but true. ;-(

:-Chuck

There was also a good comment about digressions being the spice of reading.
Can't remember the quote exactly but my first thought was of the 'Digression'
note in this file. ;-)  

It's Friday, September 20, and ...


THE CIRCUS IS IN TOWN!!!!!!!!!!

re:             <<< Note 94.241 by SHKDWN::TAYLOR "Nothing shakin'" >>>
   
>It's Friday, September 20, and ... THE CIRCUS IS IN TOWN!!!!!!!!!!
    
    Too bad I'll miss it, I'll be at the Dead shows. :-) :-) :-)

I was watching the boob tube last night (anyone see the Simpsons? What a riot! 
Oooops, digression alert), actually I was half asleep in front of the boob tube,
and a commercial came on that said really loud:

		THE CIRCUS IS COMING TO BOSTON!!

Woke me right up!!  But they were talking about the Ringling Bros circus coming 
in Oct.

Scott

digression alert  II

Did anyone see the new show Flesh & Blood starring David Keith.

NEways in one scene this girl is hiding in a closet and this guy
come in the house just as the closet door is closing. So he grabs 
a porcelian cat & holds it above his head and says Come out I have a gun.
The girls say "I can see you through the keyhole you have a CHINA CAT."

Which prompted me to say. "Look for awhile at the china cat sunflower...."

YEEEEEEEHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Shawn

Almost 364.5 days ago or so, I saw my first dark star at MSG.  hot night of
music....

2 more daze to wait for me!

but, i'm getting very psyched.  the only music that has been comin' out of
my stereo lately has been jgb & dead !!

nice h->s->f from 1ftv at a nice volume this am....!!

    
    
    I'm a happy boy today.  8^)
    
    Steve-O
    

    	"Don't Forget the Tickets"

re: -.1 

i almost grabbed Sunday's tix by mistake (d'oh)

not only are the boyz in town, there's also a star trek convention in 
Boston this weekend

drums->space, the final frontier

    I know... a really terrific time in more ways than one. :-)

    Star Trek!  Uh-oh!!!

    BBD (band beyond description!!!!! ;^) :^) ;^)
    
    peace,Andy

	
	Happy Autumnal Equinox! 


	Autumn sometimes seems like an end.  
	Daylight declines,
	Frost finally destroys the fruits and flowers,
	Leaves fall from their trees.  

	Ah, but 
	Seeds which will spark next year's growth 
	are now airborn on the wind and settling into the ground.  
	Leaves which have fallen will
	replenish the earth with their lifegiving nurturance.

	A point in a circle which is thought of as the end, 
	Must also be thought of as the beginning.  
	The seasons are ever-ongoing.  

	Autumn sometimes seems like an end.  
	To me,
	Autumn sometimes seems like a beginning.

	Debess

Debess!

Your favorite season (?) and month (October) is coming up!  You must be psyched.
I too love the autumn because it leads us to Winter, which is my fancy for 
seasons.  The colorful leaves, the crisp cold air, and the brightness in the
sky is really nice.

Did you know that the USA is the only country that uses the word "Fall" to
describe Autumn ?  I heard this somewhere...

I went camping this weekend (no tickets) in Western MA.  I met up w/ some
friends at Granville S.F. ... sunday morning around 7:15 am, it was 32 degrees.
nice and cool........

	JC

>You must be psyched.

	Yeah...I'm psyched alright...I'm gonna see the Dead tomorrow
	for the FIRST TIME SINCE JULY '90...I...I...I can't control myself!!!
	!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
	!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

	Debess

	ps. I really am psyched about autumn too!...it absolutely is my
	FAVORITE time of year...

    the aspens are INTENSE right now in the mts. right at tree line
    there's a definite temp change you can feel all day (esp. in  the
    morning and at nite) and that full moon is out again. sure made it easy
    to look for that bear that's in the 'hood again. I wish i'd see it.
                                                                       rfb
    
    fallin inta fall

    
    
    
    
    
    
    		I like Hydrox better than Oreo's
    

	
	Let the Good Times ROLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tonite is my Baby's third show, but the first show where the lil' tyke has ears.


:-)

Re:      <<< Note 94.257 by OCTOBR::GRABAZS "Walk me out in the morning dew" >>>


	
>	Let the Good Times ROLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!



		looks like someone read your mind Debess!!  :-)

    MAN OH MAN........I am SO HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    
    God is right here with us and all is right with the world.
    
    WHAT a PERFECT EXISTENCE.. this is... What a JOY to be alive!!!!!!!
    
    THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING....
    
    Mary

	Snickers IS satisfaction!

    geeee...  there's this nice, warm glow emanating from my monitor 
    right now...  :^)  i wonder, with a little effort, can i use it to help
    make my whole cube glow?  :^) :^) :^)
    
    				da ve

:-)  

Oh Mary yes!!  The sun is definitely shining, despite the view from the window!!

	WOW Mary!

	That is such a great feeling to have!  I can dig that 100% ...

	:-)

	sounds like you had almost TOO much fun last night!!! :-)

    Geez Mary could ya cheer up a little?
    
    :-)
    
    					/who_is_having_one_of_THOSE_daze_:-/

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

My thought, feeling, and/or image exactly, Jim.

I'm amazed that I haven't caught tour fever yet ... though I got a sneaky
little tickling in my throat ... oh oh ....

Little sleep, lotsa Commonwealth brewery beer, 30 degree temperature difference
between Garden outdoors and indoors.  Hey wait a minute ... this is called FUN!

8^)

-dc

    I wonder if I'm too old to survive on the road. :-)   Just walk away
    and follow the boyz ... 'you must be an angel, or close enough to
    pretend'... 
    
    Why can't life be like last night all the time? :-)
    
    Oh well.... THERE'S STILL TONIGHT!!!  YES

	Sleepy.

	Very sleepy.

	I wonder how those MSG folks do 9 showz?

    I only went to four shows (i shouldn't say only) and I am pooooped
    the last two (tues and wed) drained me to the point that I slept
    through alarms etc on thursday only to realize that I missed my 
    meeting in the mill at 9:30  thurs morning .....my wife was kind enough
    to just leave me be as sshe left for school at 7am..it's  a good thing
    she took my little one to school cause i would have missed that...
    what a great,great,great time..nice to see folks.....last night
    at around 4:30 I was saying maybe I should go and try to grab a
    miracle....the rest of the family looked at me and said "do what 
    ya gotta do"  gave them all a hug and said well not tonite and
    continued to watch DANCE WITH WOLVES...missed a good show but
    there will be more...

    
    I used to think if I could sell baked potatoes on tour (with cheese and
    sometimes brocoli_to_ward_off_Bushes_with), but my cost benefit
    analysis :-) indicates that it would be impractical since it would be
    tough to carry around a microwave and plug it in at every venue.  But
    I do have to make $$ in order to keep following the tour ... 
    
    So INSTEAD, I'm thinking about my ultra special taste_treat: brown
    rice with shrimp *TM* (or not).  All I'd need is a pot to boil rice in 
    and a little stove.  Once my analysis of this is done I think I'll
    discover that if use 5 oz dixie cups I can sell this delicacy for .50 
    a cup !!!!   
    
    in my secret space of dreams ... :-) 
    Carol
    
    

I feel good! (wanawanawanawa)

	I feel good right now (Wanawanawanawa)...

							:-)   :-)   :-)

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Hey, Andy, why don't you smile a little bit more ;-).

peace,
t!ng

    Jim.....do we have the right product to sell and go on tour??????
    I got more idears......
    
    rihc;ajh;h;jkh

    Everytime I think of something good to put in this note, I forget it by
    the time I get to work.

	


		W E L C O M E   T O   O C T O B E R , F R I E N D S !

		Enjoy the colors :-)

    
    
    re .277
    
    :^) :^) :^)
    
    Hogan "I LOVE FALL!"

    Happy October ... by the end of this month I'll be skiing again !!!
    
    			^!^
    			`-'
    					... Bob
    

>       <<< Note 94.279 by BOOKS::BAILEYB "Let my inspiration flow ..." >>>
>                         -< it won't be long now ... >-
>
>    Happy October ... by the end of this month I'll be skiing again !!!


	On what mon? and, where?

    Yup, Killington (a.k.a. K-Mart, Kill-n-Run, Killingfields) always opens
    before Halloween.  They've probably already started blowing snow on
    Upper Cascade when the temps drop below freezing at nite.
    
    ... Bob
    

>		Enjoy the colors :-)

The only problem with west coast foliage is that you have to alter your
state of mind to get the colors you want ;-).

peace,
t!ng

Only 34 weeks til Memorial Day!!



Break out the coolers and beach towels!!






Jim

	...but, t!ng...that's what I MEANT :-}

>Only 34 weeks til Memorial Day!!



>Break out the coolers and beach towels!!


YEEHAAA  bring it on!!!!

Hopefully we will get a nice long indian summer.


Shawn

    it snowed in northern vt. the other day........
    
    rich

    ... and it snowed in Maine last nite ... several inches from what I
    heard ... ;^)
    
    			... Bobbb
    

RE:      <<< Note 94.286 by WFOV11::BUTZE "Quick beat of an icy heart..." >>>
                            -< attn jim henderson >-

>    it snowed in northern vt. the other day........
    
  
     ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Pack up the beach towels.
Reel in the boat.
Pull up the dock.
Put up the storm windows.
Mount the snow tires.





 ...	cause WINTER IS ON THE WAY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I'm ready for winter....

speaking of winter, i think I remember my father saying something about this
winter being a bit colder than winters passed.  this is due to the gulf war
and some volcanos erupting.  anyone hear this?

in the late 1800s, a big volcano (in the pacific, i think) erupted and put
a lot of crap in the air.  as a result, that year (1887?) became known as
"the year without a summer."  apparently, so much shit was in the air that
the earth's temperature cooled a little bit; consequently, in new england,
it snowed every MONTH of the year!

    If it's a REAL winter, I'm up for it so I can do x-country skiing from
    by back door, otherwise I'd rather have more biking weather. 
    
    Hey Bob H do you do xc or just downhill?
    
    Scott
    

    RE .289
    
    JC ... I believe that volcano you're thinking of was Krakatoa ... or
    sumthin' like that.
    
    There's a theory that all them burning oil wells in Kuwait are gonna
    bung up the atmosphere something fierce, but scientists disagree on
    just how global the effect is gonna be ... time will tell I suppose.
    
    I'm ready for winter too (obviously!) ... but I am hedging my bets a
    bit ... gonna be headin' to the Virgin Islands in January for a week of
    sailing, just so I can remember what summer feels like ... ;^)
    
    ... Bob
    

I'm not ready for winter yet.  I hope we'll have 90-100 degree weather
until I'm done with my swimming class which is being held at an outdoor
pool.  BRRRRRRR!!  8-/

peace,
t!ng

    Experts are calling for a period of time that the earth's temparture
    is going down 1 degree due to the volcano in Japan. So the forecast
    is for two or three colder winters. The volcanic activity and
    the ash will also make the sunrises and sunsets more colorful.That
    I have noticed.
    

Forecast for Phoenix today and tomorrow...sunny and 104 beautiful degrees!







Jim

           <<< Note 94.290 by BCSE::ABBOT "That would be telling" >>>
>    by back door, otherwise I'd rather have more biking weather. 

DITTO!  I'll take all seasons just make the cold one shorter :)

>    Hey Bob H do you do xc or just downhill?
    
Just downhill - I have done cross country once or twice a couple
years ago....

bob

    
    
    
    October is indeed my favorite month of the year.  I share your
    excitement over the Fall colors Debess, also for cool crisp nights that
    Autumn is in the air, walking through dried leaves that have fallen on
    the ground, the first use of the fireplace for the season etc...
    
    Tree

Jim, we should try to generate a localized greenhouse effect over So.NH to
warm things up and stave off winter ... maybe with oat bran smoke ....

    It snowed on top of Pikes Peak Monday nite. The Scrub oak and maples
    are changeing now..reds and golds. I'm afraid most of the aspens will
    be gone this weekend, esp. in the real high country. The tundra is also
    changing above 11,500 ft. Nice golds , reds, yellows there too. 
    Good time to throw a case in the back of Sally Scout and find a dirt
    road.
    
    rfb

RE    <<< Note 94.294 by CSLALL::HENDERSON "The band's all packed and gone" >>>

>Forecast for Phoenix today and tomorrow...sunny and 104 beautiful degrees!


Glad I ain't there!!!

:-)

    re: 104 in phx......that (and the fact there's too many people there) is
    WHY I LEFT PHX!!!!!
    
                                                                      rfb

I can do without the people, but I'll take the temp....and those cool 85-90
degree evenings :^)




Jim

    COOL 85-90?????? I sweat like a pig when It's that hot...all 130 lbs of
    me! Give me 70 degrees or give me a real cold beer!!
                          rfb
    
    When I as a kid and ran around mostly naked I loved Phx...when I "grew
    up" and had to wear cloths, I hated it. 

Monday nite at 5:00 is was 14 at the top of Mt. Washington.

Fog_who_welcomes_winter,_but_you_knew_that,_and_who_don't_give_a_damn_if_it_
don't_snow_cuz_he_jes_luvs_to_skate,_and_even_though_he_doesn't_have_his_very_
own_private_skating_pond_anymore_he_still_is_looking_forward_to_skating_on_
those_cccccccccold_winter_days_when_there_ain't_a_speck-o-snow_around_and_the
dirt_be_"froze_ten_feet_'neath_the_ground"_:-)

    
    Randy...
    
     Since when did you start to care how warm or cold it is when it comes
    to a cold brew?
    
    divide
    
     . .
      ,
    \___/

I'm surfing!  I'M SURFING!!!!

- Dave ridin' those tropical waves with the Surfaris

    
    
                            Haiti has no oil.
    
    

I was thinking the same thing this morning while watching the news, Jamie..




Jim

	
	Congrats to the Bruins for starting their season 
	with a win!


	
	I just wish it hadn't been against the Rangers  :-(


	Oh, well, good luck, B's, may the best team grab that Cup!

tom    

   <<< Note 94.308 by SUBWAY::HERMITT "We won't need a map, believe me..." >>>
>	I just wish it hadn't been against the Rangers  :-(

Hey tom,

are the rangers gonna get a shot at signing messier?
heard some talk then nothing - at least in the paper I read....

Go B's!
bob

ps.  before I knew better I was a Ranger fan - back when Ed Giacomin 
was goaltending .... (I think I spelled his name right?!)

>are the rangers gonna get a shot at signing messier?
>heard some talk then nothing - at least in the paper I read....

According to the NY papers, they have a shot, but its still
up in the air as of now.  I think yesterday I read something
about the Islanders possibly signing him...don't know for sure.

tom

	Tis the season of colors
	Of clean crisp cool air
	Of frosted lawns that don't need to be mowed anymore
	And of tacky orange trash bags made to look like pumpkins

	>And of tacky orange trash bags made to look like pumpkins

	UGGGHHHH!!!!!!  Right up there with green beer on St. Patty's day, 
	yuck-o!! ;^)

	Scott

    HEY!!! I resemble that remark!!!
    
    rfb who helped his kids fill tacky orange trash bags with leaves this
    weekend and plans on putting them on the roof and pushing them off on
    unsuspecting kids when they come trick er treatin

flame time!


I HATE THOSE ORANGE BAGS.

Why?

MADE OF PLASTIC.

PLASTIC DOES NOT DEGRADE in MY LIFETIME ...

    Now waitaminnit JC ... those orange bags hold leaves.  If they didn't
    exist what would folks do with those leaves ??? They'd either put them
    in your basic lawn and leaf bag (also made of plastic) or they'd burn
    them (pollute the atmosphere).  So what's the harm in coloring the bag
    orange and making it a decoration for a coupla weeks.
    
    Now if ya wanna bitch about plastic, lemme tell you a story about the
    folks who work here in SHR3.
    
    Recently our cafeteria switched back from silverware to plastic
    utensils.  This morning I asked one of the guys who works in there why. 
    He said it was because the people who work here either stole of threw
    away over $10,000 worth of silverware since they switched over (about 8
    months ago).  He said that he and his fellow cafeteria workers were 
    having to go thru the trash to retrieve silverware every day, or the
    price would have been much higher.  And they just can't afford to keep
    replacing it, so they switched back to plastic.
    
    Because the folks we work with are so goddam LAZY that they can't even
    sort their silverware from their trash, our company has had to shell out
    THOUSANDS of dollars.  And now we get to add to the plastic problem.
    It's easy to point fingers at other people, but it really burns me that
    people would be so careless and lazy.
    
    Mebbe this should go in the "World We Work In" note ... but it ain't
    just here either.  Go into any McDonalds where they have separate bins
    for recyclables and watch how many people just throw all their trash
    (including food) in those bins, making the recyclable stuff useless. 
    If you want to make a meaningful statement about plastic, start getting
    on your fellow humans who can't seem to take a few seconds to do
    something to ease the problem of plastic trash, especially when it's 
    put right in front of them and made easy enough for a child to do it.
    
    ... Bob
    

	I was going to say pretty much the same thing about leaves...
	I put them...all of them...back into my garden...I mulch, and
	just basically put leaves around all the plants and in the rows
	inbetween...it works GREAT, it's organic, it's free...I was
	gone all summer on all the days of the week that I don't work...
	I had no time to weed and wasn't there to water...the mulch
	keeps weeds from growing, the ground cover keeps the moisture in,
	and they add fertilizer as they break down...

	if you garden and don't mulch, I STRONGLY urge you to try it
	next year, I can't recommend it enough...

	Debess

	...now...about people throwing away silverware and forcing the
	cafeteria to go back to plastic...AARRGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

    
    Live in the Mountains/woods and just let them lay on the ground, they
    will either turn to soil or blow away. And don't worry if they do blow
    away you'll have more next year.
    
    
    Divide Dave,whos_sad_that_all_his_trees_have_lost_there_leaves.
    
    
     

re:       <<< Note 94.315 by BOOKS::BAILEYB "Let my inspiration flow ..." >>>

>    Now waitaminnit JC ... those orange bags hold leaves.  If they didn't
>    exist what would folks do with those leaves ??? They'd either put them

    Leave them where they lay like I do.   Or put them into the veggy
    garden, turn 'em over and let em change into nutrients like I used to
    when I thought raking was a necessity, and when I had a veggy garden.
    Or pile em up into a compost/worm heap for fishin'.  I refuse to rake 
    anymore, it's a waste of time and it makes little difference!

    I can't stand those plastic bag pumpkins (sorry rfb ;-).  If people wanna
    stuff leaves into something, stuff em into old clothes and make a scarecrow;
    if ya want orange halloween faces, buy a $2.00 pumpkin.

    What's next ?  Green + red + candystripe trashbags for Christmas display ?

    But I hear you Bbb...  people *are* lazy when it comes to recycling.  
    Around here, people still don't know (or probably don't realize it or just
    plain don't care) that paper goes into the basket labelled "RECYCLE PAPER 
    ONLY".  It baffles and saddens me to see someone take a printout they 
    don't want and toss it right into the general waste basket.  I mean, is
    it that difficult ?

    Ken

    just to set the record straight....
    
    I recycle both the leaves and the bags...leaves as suggested and the
    bags make it through multiple uses before they are literally "trashed".  
    
    There is trade-offs in this recycleing war...fer instance, we recycle
    ALL cans, glass, plastic, cardboard...but they are held in plastic bagas
    until we make a major trip to the center.
    
                                             rfb

    Heck, try to make people separate the silver ware from the trash; 
    these kinda people still throw trash and cigarette butts out the car
    windows!
    
    Hey, Greenmark, a company that makes many recycled paper goods,
    including toilet paper, which I think everyone should use (think about
    it, cutting down a tree just to wipe your shit on), now makes recycled,
    unbleached sandwich bags!  
    
    They also make recycled tissue, garbage bags, unbleached, recycled
    coffee filters, paper towels and much more.  Support this company!! 
    All available at Shaw's supermarkets.
    
    Better yet, use as little paper products as possible.
    
    dave

RE       <<< Note 94.315 by BOOKS::BAILEYB "Let my inspiration flow ..." >>>
                 -< Methinks your concern is misdirected ... >-

>    Now waitaminnit JC ... those orange bags hold leaves.  If they didn't
>    exist what would folks do with those leaves ??? They'd either put them
>    in your basic lawn and leaf bag (also made of plastic) or they'd burn
>    them (pollute the atmosphere).  So what's the harm in coloring the bag
>    orange and making it a decoration for a coupla weeks.

As a kid growing up and still to this day, my folks do not do either of the
aforementioned options nor do they pack the leaves in plastic bags.  They haul 
the leaves to the woods and let 'em rot over the years.  

Now, before you ask what should folks do if they don't have woods to put
their leaves ...

In West Hartford, CT (where I went to school), the houses were often crowded
such that there was no woods to put leaves.  So, all the people raked their
leaves into piles and left them on the street.  Then, the town comes by
and picks them up... not sure what they did with the leaves ... but leaves
are easily taken care of -- they are not like trash!

>    Now if ya wanna bitch about plastic, lemme tell you a story about the
>    folks who work here in SHR3.
 
that is a sad story.  It's really it too bad that there are so many lazy-ass
folks in this country (and company)...  just take a look at who we have for
elected officials and that says it all about laziness (imo).  just take a look
at how well DEC is NOT doing ...

As for the plastic case at SHR... that is a shame.  Sad sad sad.

RE          <<< Note 94.319 by FURTHR::HANNAN "Beyond description..." >>>
                               -< they're ugly >-

>    ONLY".  It baffles and saddens me to see someone take a printout they 
>    don't want and toss it right into the general waste basket.  I mean, is
>    it that difficult ?

REALLY.  I have an LN03 printer right across from my office.  People do the
same f'n thing ... just dump what they don't want in the general trash 
container.  So, I go over, pull all the recylable paper out, and hide the
general trash container....  it doesn't happen much since the general trash
container is hidden by yours truely!

i think most people just have shit for brains... you would think that they
would understand WHY the special trash can exists in their office..

another thing is laziness and selfishness.  i have 2 friends that live in the
same household that refuse to recycle.  Why?  Lazy.  Pure and simple laziness.
These people have ZERO regard (for the most part) for the environment.  They
buy all sorts of plastic/paper products... never do you see 'em recycle.  My
girl friend has asked why and all she gets is a verbal beating.  after a 
party, you should see the shit (mostly plastic) that gets tossed...

we (deb and I) also have a friend that is confined to a wheel chair due to
a bad car accident several years ago.  he does not recycle.  why?  "i won't
be around when it matters..."  Selfish.  Lots of selfish people...


How do you change 'em w/o being verbally abused?  How to you change someone
and still remain friends?  Perhaps some folks in here could share some of
there experiences/methods ...

If people are going to be lazy and selfish, it's difficult to change them to
be otherwise.  The best chance you have it to point how, in the long (or not-
so-long) term, they'll be affected themselves by the way they treat the
environment.  I mean, they live on the same planet on which they throw their
trash, and that trash doesn't just disappear.

The same concept can be applied to people not supporting social programs, but
I digress ;^)

    be upfront with 'em JC....tell it like it IS. 
                                                  rfb

I love cleaning my glasses...the world doesn't look all that bad before I
clean them, but after I clean them it looks so much better.  







Jim

re:    <<< Note 94.327 by CSLALL::HENDERSON "Li'l red light on the highway" >>>

> I love cleaning my glasses...the world doesn't look all that bad before I
> clean them, but after I clean them it looks so much better.  


	So Jim, how does it feel when you get to the plates and 
	the silverware ?   ;-);-);-)

	Ken

RE          <<< Note 94.328 by FURTHR::HANNAN "Beyond description..." >>>


>	So Jim, how does it feel when you get to the plates and 
>	the silverware ?   ;-);-);-)



        That's a good question...I've found things are much different when
        I try to look through the plates..its like, things are a bit...darker
        for lack of a better term :^)






   Jim

    Back to the environmental digression which really belongs in the
    Environmental digression note, but I digress...
    
    What is the address for this 7th Generation company.  I'd like a
    catalogue.
    
    If they have the "mail a catalogue to a friend" postcards in it, please
    send them my address:
    
    David Irons
    154 Bear Hill Rd. #1405
    Cumberland, RI 02864
    
    
    Yes, that's home of the Cumberland Blues, "you can't win for losin'"!!
    
    Thanks!
    
    dave

    
    I just called their 800# and asked them to send you a catalogue.  She
    said to expect it in about 3 weeks.
    
    In case anyone else is interested in Seventh Generation, here's the
    number:  800-456-1177
    
    Phyllis
    

    Thank you!!
    
    That was almost instantanious!!
    
    dave  :^)

    
    Hey, we aim to please!  :-)
    
    

	Whatever happened to Mexican jumping beans?

re Bob

I've seen 'em for sale in stores, though they're hard to find these days, like
other things which I won't mention :^}

Thanks Phyllis - I've been note_deliquent lately.  By the by, I think 7th
generatioon does have a card to send a catalogue to a friend ... that might
be the one I filled out with Phyllis' address.  :-) 

Lisa

    
    You did, huh? :-)  I hope they check their mailing list before they
    send it to me.  They probably do, since I've been getting just one
    catalogue for several years now.  If I get two, I'll mail one out to
    someone in here.
    
    

    well, Lisa, if you are determined to have them send someone a
    catalogue you can have them send me one!
    
    				da ve

	I know I sent something to you Phyllis ... I think I even
	told you about it.  Maybe this wasn't the catalogue.  Do
	you remember what it is I am talking about.

	And strange as this seems I just got a new 7th generation
	catalogue yesterday.  You know, for a company which specializes
	in recycled-type products they send out an awful lot of catalogues
	with the same merchandise (1 a month I think?  quarter maybe)
	anyway, I have 3 or 4 at home, I'll give you one da ve.

	Lisa

    
    I like to turn off "Frosty the Snowman" after Frosty melts and pretend
    that's how it ends.
    
    Jamie

re:             <<< Note 94.340 by FRAGLE::IDE "now it can be told" >>>

:-D

    OK Jamie
    
    	You proved it,.. 
    
    	you are definitely weird.
    
    								/
    
    	PS :-)

    Aplause, aplause! Chuckles of laughter through a mouth full of dinner
    (good thing no one is around). Actually that is my favorite thing to do
    with TVs; turn 'em off.
    
    Geoff

RE           <<< Note 94.343 by MILKWY::SAMPSON "Driven by the wind" >>>
                           -< This is a better tube >-

>    with TVs; turn 'em off.
 
	... and turn on some music!

Funny thing, I recently acquired a flat with my girl friend and we differ
quite a bit on the TV vs. stereo.  I love music, she enjoys TV.  We're
trying to arrange some sort of compromise.  I suggested discarding the TV
out the window!

JC, watch Dead videos.  ;^)

    Have the TV on with no volume, and crank the tunes
    
    Put the TV in the bedroom and leave the stereo in the living room
    
    Get a new wife,.. um er girlfriend :-0
    
    						/
    

    In the old greateful there was a topic dealing with what to do
    with those difficult SO's who aren't into the dead like we are.
    I have a more subtle problem; my wife is a musician but she gets
    paid to direct the children's chorus at the church in town. So I
    have to listen to hour after hour of kids religious music. Let
    me tell you something, TV looks pretty attractive after a while.
    
    - Dave

    HEY JC!
    I called Deb yer wife last year during the DEnver Mile High show and 
    Big Joe Bolas assured me  that you and deb 
    would NEVER live together!!! Much less get married. 
    Shows ya what he knows!!!! Many %^)'s attached
                                                  rfb
    
    is Big Joe once again a resident of Mass???

    Hey Dave Clark ......get those chilluns to start singing gospel tunes
    that should make things a bit more interesting
    
    rich

    
    Be careful when you use that special and all-powerful VMS command:
    
    $ DELETE [...]*.*;*
    
    
    :^/  Hogan
    

re:  delete [...]*.*;*

Even more so when you have the BYPASS priv turned on!

re: Living Situation

Hmm, I don't remember you calling Deb my wife... it is all quite weird how it
happened.  Shortly after graduating, I started getting the notion of moving
in w/ Deb... I was psyched and asked her many times... she declined...

then, about 1 year later, she jumped on the "move-in" band wagon.  she asked
me many times, and this time I said no....

time passed, i got, ahem, somewhat evicted from my living place, and could 
not find a place before my eviction date... so, i moved home w/ the 'rents 
real quick (they were actually gone most of the time I was there, thank god).
i looked high, i looked low .. could not find a suitable place that fit my
budget... deb's lease was running up and she too was having a difficult time
finding a place... finally, we said, "F it."  ... and got pad...

so far, it is working ok... things work well with $$$, food, etc... it is the
TV that is probably the biggest problem, and it really isn't that bad.  if
worse comes to worse, the TV will be evicted from the living room to the
bedroom............

after a long day staring into a monitor at work, the last thing i wanna do is
watch the f'n TV...  sometimes I watch old Hawaii 5-O re-runs, but they have
only been on once a week (so, i record for 3 weeks, then have a mini-TV marathon
to watch 'em all!).....

i do watch dead videos occasionally.  i don't have a stereo VCR, so I don't
crank it through my stereo... but, when i babysit my 'rents house, i'll haul
my stereo over there and CRANK !!!  So Far sound great through the stereo!

JC

re: rfb

Yah, Big Joe is back in Mass for now.  He came back for his woman... she is
a fine lady for Joe....

Does anyone know if the Dead are going to return to McNichols in Denvah this 
December?

Re:                      <<< Note 94.350 by AWECIM::RUSSO >>>
>                                  -< Sheesh >-

    
>    Be careful when you use that special and all-powerful VMS command:
    
>    $ DELETE [...]*.*;*
 
	Spending Sunday afternoons f***ing up your account are you Dave?

;^)
   
    

    Re: .351
    
> if
>worse comes to worse, the TV will be evicted from the living room to the
>bedroom............
    
    ...trading one problem for another, aren't we?
    
    :-)
    
    tim

    re: .350
    
    At least you didn't do a $DELETE [*...]*.*;*
    
    	~dave
    

    re: .350, .355
    
    Yuck!  You're bringing back bad memories...
    
    One who has done $ SET DEF [-] too many times before doing
    $ DELETE [...]*.*:*
    
    Here's another good one (which I don't think is allowed by VMS
    anymore):
    
    $ SET DEF SYS$SYSDEVICE:[000000]
    $ CREATE/DIR [MIRASSOU]
    ...
    $ RENAME *.* [MIRASSOU]*.*
    or just RENAME 000000.dir [MIRASSOU]*.*
    
    And then wait and see how long it takes the system to forget how to
    find some of the files it needs to run...
    

On the DECsystem-20, if you did such a thing you could then do:

UNDELETE *.*.*

and all would be better again...

	..or you could jes do something simple, like: $INIT SYSTEM  :-)

  Thank you Uncle Bobo....










 Jim

		Life I LOVE You, All is Groovy!

    dadadadadadada all is groovy !
    
    
    EVERYBODY !!!!!!
    
    
    :')

    
    WOW! 
    I want some of the "Joe" that you folks are drinking.
    
    The coffee here in LJO must not have that xtra kick that they
    get in those other facilities, I'm going to Personnel!!!!!
    
    					:^)

                     i need a new job
    
    
    
    
    
                       rich

   "If it's not GROUNDED, it's not DEAD"
    
      seen on the back of a Colo Springs Utility Dept truck this morning.
    Taken out of context and reading between the lines...I'm not exactly
    sure what it means....but.....
                                  rfb

    
    
    ....ahhhhhhh comon', it means if your not into the earth how could you
    be DEAD.....*;')>

    is zat "into the earth" or "IN the earth"??? %^)
                                                    rfb

    that is a strange one rfb,..
    
    I don't know what it could mean either...
    	
    							/
    

				BOO

				hooooooooo....October's over :-(

RE: <<< Note 94.368 by OCTOBR::GRABAZS "_...plays a golden-stringed fiddle" >>>
                                    -< ;-) >-


>				hooooooooo....October's over :-(

	
	Phfew, and what a scary October it was!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    "PAss it to me baby, pass it to me slow,
    take some time to smile a little before you let it go.
    We gonna lay around this shanty, baby,
    and put a good buzz on..."
    
    
    Decided to take the day off after a nite of spooks and goblins.....
    and after hearing this song first thing this morn on KBCO outa Boulder.
    %^)                                   Who does this anyway???
                                                    rfb (half-way there)
    
    P.S. hope everyone had a safe, happy Halloween

    Johnathn Edwards

Phil it, light it, shut up, and close the door...

    next on the turntable, Jesse Winchester's "Twigs & Seeds"

    How about Commander Cody's "Seeds and stema again", or Jim Stafford's
    "Wildwood weed", or Shel Silversteen's "The Great Smokeout".
    
    Scott
    

True happiness is like a butterfly,

   the more you pursue it, the more 
     it will elude you

   but if you are patient and calm, 
     it will come softly and
       land on your shoulder...


 Words of wisdom encountered earlier today...
 Apropos (sp?) for one (namely me) who's entering 
   the singles life once again...

    or Jamie Brockket's Titanic

"Culture is not just an ornament; it is the expression of a nation's character."

			-- W. Somerset Maugham

    My supervisor is leaving the group.  He just sent this out:
    
             One day a man saw a butterfly, shuddering on the sidewalk,
    
                       locked in a seemingly hopeless struggle
    
                    to free itself from its now - useless cocoon.
    
                        Feeling pity, he took a pocket knife,
    
              carefully cut away the cocoon and set the butterfly free.
    
                        To his dismay, it lay on the sidewalk,
    
                       convulsed weakly for a while, and died.
    
                             A biologist later told him,
    
                    "That was the worst thing you could have done!
    
                          A butterfly needs that struggle to
    
                             develop the muscles to fly.
    
                           By robbing him of the struggle,
    
                           you made him too weak to live."
    

Half of everything I eat is killing me, the other half is keeping me awake.

		Sh!t Happens!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

		(sorry 'bout that!  my septic tank has FINALLY
		been pumped out)

		Debess ;-)

re .-1
>		Sh!t Happens!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Actually, in this case I think it was produced and excreted!  :-)

    Don

    re .-2
    
    thanks for sharing that with us, debess :-)
    

                              PRACTICE
                          RANDOM KINDNESS
                                AND
                     SENSELESS ACTS OF BEAUTY

It's a crisp winter day in San Francisco. A woman in a red Honda, Christ-
mas presents piled in the back, drives up to the Bay Bridge tollbooth.
"I'm paying for myself, and for the six cars behind me," she says with a
smile, handing over seven commuter tickets.

One after another, the next six drivers arrive at the tollbooth, dollars
in hand, only to be told, "Some lady up ahead already paid your fare.
Have a nice day."

The woman in the Honda, it turned out, had read something on an index
card taped to a friend's refrigerator: "Practice random kindness and
senseless acts of beauty." The phrase seemed to leap out at her, and she
copied it down.

Judy Foreman spotted the same phrase spray-painted on a warehouse wall a
hundred miles from her home. When it stayed on her mind for days, she
gave up and drove all the way back to copy it down. "I thought it was
incredibly beautiful," she said explaning why she's taken to writing it
at the bottom of all her letters, "like a message from above."

Her husband, Frank, liked the phrase so much that he put it up on the
wall for his seventh graders, one of whom was the daughter of a local
columnist. The columnist put it in the paper, admitting that though she
liked it, she didn't know where it came from [sic] or what it really
meant.

Two days later, she heard from Anne Herbert. Tall, blonde, and forty,
Herbert lives in Marin, one of the country's ten richest counties, where
she house-sits, takes odd-jobs, and gets by. It was in a Sausalito
restaurant that Herbert jotted the phrase down on a paper place mat,
after turning it around in her mind for days.

"That's wonderful!" a man sitting nearby said, and copied it down
carefully on his own placemat.

"Here's the idea," Herbert says. "anything you think there should be
more of, do it randomly."

Her own fantasies include: (1) breaking into depressing-looking schools
to paint the classrooms, (2) leaving hot meals on kitchen tables in the
poor parts of town, (3) slipping money into a proud old woman's purse.
Says Herbert, "kindness can build on itself as much as violence can."
Now the phrase is spreading, on bumper stickers, on walls, at the bottom
of letters and business cards. And as it spreads, so does a vision of
guerrilla goodness.

In Portland, Oregon, a man might plunk a coin into a stranger's meter
just in time. In Patterson, New Jersey, a dozen people with pails and
mops and tulip bulbs might descend on a run-down house and clean it from
top to bottom while the frail elderly owners look on, dazed and smiling.
In Chicago, a teenage boy may be shoveling off the driveway when the
impulse strikes. What the hell, nobody's looking, he thinks, and shovels
the neighbor's driveway, too.

It's positive anarchy, disorder, a sweet disturbance. A woman in Boston
writes "Merry Christmas!" to the tellers on the back of her checks. A
man in St. Louis, whose car has just been rear-ended by a young woman,
waves her away, saying, "It's a scratch. Don't Worry."

Senseless acts of beauty spread: A man plants daffodils along the
roadway, his shirt billowing in the breeze from passing cars. In
Seattle, a man appoints himself a one man vigilante sanitation service
and roams the concrete hills collecting litter in a supermarket cart. In
Atlanta, a man scrubs graffiti from a green park bench.

They say you can't smile without cheering yourself up a little --
likewise, you can't commit a random act of kindeness without feeling as
if your own troubles have been lightened if only because the world has
become a slightly better place.

And you can't be a recipient without feeling a shock, a pleasant jolt.
If you were one of those rush-hour drivers who found your bridge fare
paid, who knows what you might have been inspired to do for someone else
later? Wave someone on in the intersection? Smile at a tired clerk? Or
something larger, greater? Like all revolutions, guerrilla goodness
begins slowly, with a single act. Let it be yours.

    That's excellent ... and it is amazing how those little acts of
    kindness can stick in your mind.  I remember when I first got my
    driver's license, and had to deal with my first breakdown.  It was
    about 2 AM on the Garden State Parkway.  I had my father's old '59
    Caddy, and all the sudden the lights started going dim.  I pulled over
    to the side and found out I'd broken a fan belt.  Now, stuck on the
    highway, miles from nowhere, I settled in for a long, cold wait, hoping
    that a state cop would come by or something.  After about 10 minutes a
    car pulled in behind me, but it wasn't a cop ... it was an old man.  He
    drove me down to an all-night gas station where I could get another fan
    belt, then back to my car, and helped me fix it ... about 20 miles
    altogether in the middle of a cold night.  I tried to pay him something
    for his trouble but he said no, just remember to do the same for 
    somebody else sometime.
    
    That was 22 years ago ... and I still think about that old man.  I was
    thinking about him the other day when I pulled over to help this guy
    push his car down the street and into a gas station.  I've probably
    stopped to help 50 or 60 motorists since then, and whenever they say
    thanks I always tell them what that old guy told me.
    
    Those little acts of kindness from strangers can have a profound impact
    on a person's life ... kindness is contagious ... wouldn't it be wonderful
    if it would reach epidemic proportions ... ;^)
    
    ... Bob
     

    re:  previous two

    THATS WAY COOOOL!!!!

    Don (who has been experiencing many life changing incidents as of late)

Thanks for typing that in.  The world can always use more good vibes.

peace,
t!ng

    I distributed that to every member of my group this morning...thanks to
    Divide Dave for turnin me on to it!
                                       rfb

    
    Re: 94.389 - Mary, 
    
    I agree, that is a GREAT note, but I also think it's special 
    that you have created a "Next Generation" that gets a lift by
    helping others...Thanks for passing it on!!!
    
    Candi
    	

What happened to 94.389 ?  I see a ref. to it, but it ain't there!  :-&


I often pick up hitchhikers that look like they *really* need a ride.  I pick
up about 5-10 per year...  but, I just don't pick up anyone...

    I took it out cause I was embarrassed that I was bragging.  Candi's
    very nice note was deeply appreciated though.  

re: -.1 Any triskaidekaphobia suffers out there?

    Only in the sense that I'm closing on my house tonight....;-\
    
    Wish me luck.
    
    tim
    

    Good luck, Tim.

    
    
      *   *
         *  *  
    *  
            *    It's snowing bigtime here in Salem ,NH, and I'm
           
                 PSYCHED!!!!!!!     
                                          *   *     *
                                          *       *
                                             * 
    
    Steve-O_who_is_going_for_his_annual_B-Day_ski_trip_Wed_thru_Friday!!!!
    
    :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) PSYCHED!!!!!! :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-)
    

    snowing now in Hudson MA too...  :^) :^) :^)
    
    				da ve

    I have STILL not gone into the backcountry via skinny boards %^(
                                                                    rfb

    
    My God! Whats happening its only 7:30 here and Barnes is already logged
    in. What happen yopu been up all night or are you still behind in your
    work...
    
        . .
         ,
       \___/
     Divide Dave
    

    cruzin, david...cruzin....
    
rfb

It is snowing in Littleton also... I'm working from home today and the temp.
has not gone above 20 all day!

About time!

Bring on WINTER ............. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11

    re: .384
    
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Subject: Practice Rampant Greed and Well-planned Acts of Selfishness
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          Practice Rampant Greed and Well-planned Acts of Selfishness 
          -----------------------------------------------------------
 
It's a chilly December afternoon in Chicago.  A stylishly dressed career
woman walking with a friend along Wacker Drive bends down to drop a few
quarters in the guitar box of a blind street musician.  The musician
smiles his thanks, but half a block away the woman shows her companion a
twenty, a ten, and two fives she'd palmed from the blind beggar's
seasonally-enhanced take.  "I mean, my kid brother's hobby was card
tricks, and he used to show me all this sleight-of-hand stuff," the
woman explains.  "So I just thought, hey why not put this to use?"
 
The light-fingered woman executive, it turned out, had read something on
an index card tacked to the bulletin board at the local 24-hour health
club:  "Practice rampant greed and well-planned acts of selfishness."
The phrase seemed to brand itself on her brain, and she stole the card
and took it home.
 
Susan Smith saw the same phrase written in the margin of her public
library's copy of The Art of the Deal, so she filched her
sister-in-law's library card and used it to check out that book as well
as the most expensive half dozen coffee table books she could find in
the collection, with no intention of returning them.  "When I saw it I
knew I had to have it," she explains.  "It just seemed an incredibly
powerful philosophy.
 
Her husband, Waldo, liked the phrase so much he had a poster made of it
and put it up on the office wall of the collection agency he runs.
There, one of his staff who was also a columnist for the Objectivist
Monthly put it in his column, admitting that though he recognized it as
the work of a great mind, he didn't really know who had created it.
 
Two days later, he heard from Ronald Reagan, a retired 'B' movie actor
and TV show host who now spends his time horse-back riding and growing
ear wax on his Southern California ranch.  It was at a Republican party
fund raiser that Reagan jotted down the phrase on a napkin after
spending several days trying to remember how to spell "random."
 
"That's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," said a major auto
company executive sitting nearby, and punched it into his digital memo
watch.
 
"Here's the idea," Reagan said.  "If everyone acts as selfishly as
possible, the net result of all that greed will be an effective economy.
And the money created will trickle down to everyone!"
 
Reagan said that the popularity of the phrase enabled him to achieve
almost all of his most cherished dreams.  "That auto company guy started
spreading it around," he recalls, "and the next thing I knew I was in
the White House and everyone was telling me I was president!"
 
And as it keeps spreading, so does a vision of the invisible hand of
collective greed producing the greatest good for the greatest number.
 
In Kansas City, Missouri, a corporate manager fires all of his most
senior managers and replaces them with young hotshots who'll work for
half the money and don't have dependents to put on the company's group
insurance plan.  A group of investment bankers in New York City
conspires to manipulate the prices of U.S. Treasury securities and are
let off with a reprimand after swindling hundreds of millions of
dollars from the public.  A former police chief in San Francisco tells a
television talk show host that all these lazy homeless bums ought to be
locked up in jail or shipped off to labor camps and wakes up the next
morning to find that he has been made mayor of the city.
 
It's marketplace madness, a sweet supply side dream.  Acts of rampant
greed spread:  A society matron in Scarsdale, New York slips the
margarine out of its box and replaces it with butter before going
through the checkout line.  A ten year old boy in a public school yard
in Dayton, Ohio grabs a younger boy's collar and says, "Your lunch money
or your teeth, chump."  A working girl waiting for a bus in Baltimore,
Maryland remarks to a colleague, "If I can't sell, I'll keep sitting on
it, 'cause I sure ain't giving it away." 
 
They say you've got to look out for number one.  So it stands to reason
that if you do look out for number one, the world becomes a place where
it's slightly easier for you to screw the next guy.
 
And you can't rip off everything that isn't nailed down without feeling
a pleasant satisfaction -- not only at profiting, but at showing up your
neighbors for suckers.  And who knows what you might be inspired to do
next?  Hit a parked car at night and quickly drive away?  Use your
senile mother's life savings to pay your gambling debts?  Move your
company's operations to a foreign country where poverty and dictatorship
combine to solve your labor relations problems?  Like all revolutions,
supply-side selfishness begins slowly, and with you. 
--
 
 
Jon Corelis               jon@lindy.stanford.edu
Stanford University       BITNET:  BA.JYC@RLG.STANFORD.EDU 

Thanks to a certain RON...

[lots of headers removed]

                        THE SOLUTIONS TO ALL OUR PROBLEMS
                              (GUARANTEED!)
    
    It's happened once too often.  Somebody says or writes to me, "You talk
    about what's wrong but you don't offer solutions."  And maybe they're
    right.  Maybe to merely detail one's vision and let readers take it
    from there isn't enough.  Maybe there *are* solutions, and maybe I
    *should* know them.  So I sat down and thought about things real hard,
    and here, numbered for your convenience are my solutions to everything.
    
    0.  Indulge in secrets.  Without one or two major secrets, your life
    will surely fade.  (If you're over 40 and don't understand
    this...you're in big trouble.)  A conundrum:  secrets aren't lies -
    they're mysteries, havens, passageways.  Lies wreck your life; secrets
    can save your life.  But sometimes you have to lie to keep the secret. 
    Uh-oh.
    
    1.  Make mistakes.  As jazz saxophonist Coleman Hawkins said, "If you
    don't make mistakes, you aren't really trying."
    
    2.  Stop lying about yourself.  To yourself.  To your friends.  To your
    family.  To your business associates.  Maybe even to your enemies. 
    (Your enemies can oppress you just as much by forcing you to maintain
    fidelity to your own lies as by any other means.)
    
    3.  Stop tolerating in your leaders what you wouldn't tolerate in your
    friends.
    
    4.  Tolerate impurity.  Trying to be pure about *anything* is a way of
    setting yourself up to fail.  Asking other people to be pure is a way
    of setting them up.
    
    5.  Read one book a month - a book that you didn't find out about in a
    magazine or newspaper.  Browse an independent bookstore and wait til
    some book says, "Read me," and then read it.
    
    6.	Listen to the voices.  The wee inner voices.  (The voices make
    mistakes sometimes, but they don't make *boring* mistakes.)
    
    7.	Leave people alone when they tell you to leave them alone.  (Note: 
    This rule applies to grownups only.)
    
    8.	Don't make the "sophisticated" error of thinking that a negative
    voice is automatically smarter than a positive voice.
    
    9.	Eat healthy food but don't be a fanatic about it.
    
    10.	Don't be a fanatic about *anything*.
    
    11.	Do only exercises that take you somewhere.  Walk, ride a bike,
    roller-skate, swim.  All other exercise is ego- and/or fear-driven, and
    if you listen to ego and fear you will drown out the voices you most
    need.

        12.	Don't run.  Really, *don't*.  America likes to run because running
    from (fill in the blank) is what we do best.  Everybody who runs is
    running away from something terrible.  Stop running and find out what's
    behind you.
    
    13.	Eat Italian food.  Italians went from being oppressive Roman
    conquerors to being the inefficient, wonderful Italians they are today. 
    It's probably the food.
    
    14.	Order my novel _Night Time Losing Time_ (Simon & Schuster, 1989) at
    your local independent bookstore.  (This won't solve the world's
    problems or yours, but it'll do wonders for some of mine.)
    
    15.	If you're living in a place (like Los Angeles) where driving is
    necessary, learn to drive.  You may think you know how, but my
    experience of the way you drive is that you probably don't.  So here's
    how:
    	Drive for space, not for speed.  Space in front of you is the safest
    thing you can have with a car.  Darting in and out of traffic doesn't
    change anything, it just makes you older.  You can't beat the average
    traffic flow on any given street or freeway by more than five minutes,
    which only makes a difference if you're having a baby.  And don't you
    feel like an idiot when you've passed six cars and they pull up beside
    you at the next light?
    
    16.	Dance.  Jesus said, in one of the Gnostic gospels, "He who does not
    dance does not know what happens."
    
    17.	Don't worry so much about being fat.  Fat feels great in bed.
    
    18.	Look into people's eyes when you talk to them.
    
    19.	Have candlelight in your life.
    
    20.	No matter how rushed your schedule is, spend at least five minutes
    in the morning quietly in bed with your loved one just being gentle
    together.  Perhaps drinking tea.
    
    21.	Tell your mother and father, individually - and your children, if
    you have children - what you *really* think.  Once a year, minimum. 
    If more people did this, it would save more lives than arresting drunk
    drivers.
    
    22.	Do not avoid the eyes of the homeless.
    
    23.	If you think something's wrong - at work, in your family, in your
    self, in your country - agitate for change.  If you won't do that, it
    doesn't matter how tan you are.
    
    24.	Tape this quote to your bathroom mirror:
    
    	"One can only accept in others what one can accept 
    	 in oneself."  - James Baldwin

    25.	Don't talk down to kids.
    
    26.	Don't chicken out about sex.  Given that you're with a consenting
    adult, do whatever you fantasize.  This is much more important than
    quitting smoking.
    
    27.	Watch at least one black-and-white film per month.
    
    28.	Regarding number 6:  Entertain the notion that there are...voices. 
    Some come from within, some from the plants and objects and such around
    you, and some come from what I call, for shorthand purposes, the
    Infinite.  If you don't listen for them, your life will be more
    difficult than it has to be.
    
    29.	Pay more taxes - and insist that those taxes, and the taxes you
    already pay, go for education.  Giving the young a lively, thorough,
    truthful education is the most important *environmental* issue today,
    even more important than acid rain, tropical rain forests, and ozone
    holes.
    
    30.	Let me make that a lot clearer.  Recycling and shopping
    ecologically are almost pointless when one-third of California's
    high-school students drop out, and most who graduate can't read much. 
    How can these people inherit a world?  Even if we give them a greener
    world, are they equipped to keep it that way?  You want a solution, so
    here's a solution:  Take to the Streets for the Education of the
    Children.
    
    31.	Pray
    
    32.	Stop looking for other people to supply the solution.  *You're* the
    solution.  If you're not, there is no solution.
    
    33.	Be aware of the Network.  We live by a network of connections and
    links.  Your connection to yourself, to your intimates, to your place,
    to the collective, to the planet, to the Infinite. (Each is a distinct
    connection.)  Equally powerful are the collective's connections to you
    (not at all the same as yours to it), to groups of intimates, to
    itself, to the planet, to the Infinite.
    	All the links or connective points of this network (call them the
    acupuncture points of our universe) both take and generate energy.  Any
    link out of sync weakens the others.  (The West, for instance, has
    concentrated too much on the individual, the East, too much on the
    collective; both approaches have been catastrophic on every level of
    the network.)  This network, from you all the way to the Infinite, is a
    living whole, ceaselessly changing.  Some of these changes take
    millions of years.  Some happen instantaneously.
     	May the links of the network shine.
  

                                                                {Author unknown}

And, a great 1992 to all,
                             john

    DANCE!!!!!!!!
                 rfb

"If I can't dance, I won't be part of your revolution!"
				-- I forget who

Saw this the other day at a friends house...

"If you can walk,
 You can dance.
 If you can talk,
 You can sing."

	-- An old Zimbabwe saying.


Dave

   	Deadlessness (- - -) n.  1.  A state of mind often
    found among people waiting at bus stops.  2.  An intense
    desire for a miracle.  3.  What you didn't know before
    your first show and still don't know, but doesn't matter
    so much anymore. [general admission]
    
    Webster, 1788

Seen as a personal_name:

You're only young once, but you can be immature forever...

Only 19 weeks til Memorial day!





:^)

don't stop dreaming


Jan. 15, 1929 Martin Luther King, Jr. was born

    In 21 hours I'll be on a plane to St. Thomas ... (but who's counting
    anyway) ... ;^) ... then I get to spend a week sailing in Paradise.
    
    ... Bobbbb
    

    You must live a charmed life, my wife and I went two years ago, best
    vacation we ever had. We left BWI airport(in the snow), 2.5 hours
    later, 83 degrees, sunny, warm......

    
    
    Per favor, Non Mi Rompere i Conglioni!!  Grazie.
    
    ;^)

Re -.1

		:-)  My boss once gave me a button that says that.  :-)

    
    
    >>                :-)  My boss once gave me a button that says that. 
    :-)
    
    Ya don't say?  ;^)
    
    Hogan

	WHY YOU!  I'm the one who gave you the copy of that which is
	hanging on your wall aren't I????  Gees!

	Can't you pick a day when I am thinking to play tricks on my mind?

			;^)

	While listening to an Eric Bogle CD tonight, I thought the lyrics of
this song were appropriate for the first anniversary of Operation Desert Ego.
Any errors are mine, as I transcribed it by listening, since the lyrics
weren't in the liner notes.  I'm particularly unsure of the last line of
the refrain.

Mark
------------------------------------------------------------------------
	"No Man's Land" by Eric Bogle

Well how d'you do Private Willie McBride
Do you mind if I sit here, down by your graveside
And I'll rest for a while in the warm summer sun
I've been walking all day, lord, and I'm nearly done
And I see by your gravestone, you were only nineteen
When you joined the glorious fallen, in 1916
Well I hope you died quick, and I hope you died clean
Or Willie McBride was it slow and obscene

Refrain:
Did they beat the drum slowly
Did they sound the fife lowly
Did the rifles fire o'er yee as they lowered you down
Did the bugles sing "The Last Post" in chorus
Did the pipes play "The Flutes of the Forest"

And did you leave a wife, or a sweetheart behind
In some faithful heart, is your memory enshrined
And though you died back in 1916
To that loyal heart are you forever 19
Or are you a stranger, without even a name
forever enshrined behind some glass pane
In an old photograph torn and tattered and stained
And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame

Refrain

Well the sun's shining now, on these green fields of France
The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance
The trenches have vanished long under the plow
No gas and no barbed-wire, no guns firing now
But here in this graveyard, it's still no man's land
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man
And a whole generation who were butchered and damned

Refrain

And I can't help but wonder, now, Willie McBride
Do all those who lie here know why they died
Did you really believe them, when they told you the cause
Did you really believe that this war would end wars
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
The killing, the dieing, it was all done in vain
For Willie McBride it all happened again
And again, and again, and again, and again

Did they beat the drum slowly
Did they sound the fife lowly
Did the rifles fire o'er yee as they lowered you down
Did the bugles sing "The Last Post" in chorus
Did the pipes play "The Flutes of the Forest"
Did the bugles sing "The Last Post" in chorus
Did the pipes play "The Flutes of the Forest"

    
           Without Eddie, Van Halen would be a Loverboy clone.
    
    Jamie

    re .418, Mark.
    
    	Wow,.. those are some *really* powerful lyrics. Thankf for typing
    that in man. I gotta check out that CD.
    
    	Sometimes, something like that can just make me realize how lucky
    I am,. and it did
    
    							/Bill
    

    what / said.....
                    rfb

	Just to digress a moment...

	Eric Bogle writes excellent, extremely powerful songs.  I can't
	hear "And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda" without breaking
	into tears.  I heartily recommend that y'all check him out...

	Bob

	/, rfb, you're welcome.

	Ditto what Bob said in .422.  I picked up this CD up at Rockit recently.
It's called "Scraps of Paper", and has "And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda",
"No Man's Land", and many other powerful songs.

Mark

    Help ... I've fallen and I can't reach my beer!
    

Hey now Bobbb...welcome back - I'm sure you're just soooo psyched to be here!!

>    Help ... I've fallen and I can't reach my beer!
    
:)

yea so how was it?

    re.424
    
    you can get those T-shirts in the mall in Natick where the Lechmere
    is...

"No man can put a chain about the ankle of his fellow man without at last
finding the other end fastened about his own neck."

				-- Frederick Douglass, 1883

100 days til Memorial Day Weekend!    :^)






Jum

>100 days til Memorial Day Weekend!    :^)

And only 59 until Opening Day, 66 until Patriots Day!!  8^)  8^)

Scott_still_enjoying_winter_though

    
    and 75 until DECworld. ;-/
    
    

RE:           <<< Note 94.430 by MR4DEC::WENTZELL "Expert Only <><>" >>>
                              -< Fenway Fanatic >-



>And only 59 until Opening Day, 66 until Patriots Day!!  8^)  8^)


 And only 5 days til the equipment truck heads south :^)  :^)



>Scott_still_enjoying_winter_though


 Jum_who's_not.

	Can't say I'm too thrilled about spring coming.  Spring and summer
at my least favorite seasons of the year...

	went for a walk last night in harvard... the lake there is really
freezing.  when ice freezes on a big body of water, nothing matches the
noise that emits from it... really intense... you can even hear it before
you get near the lake... echoing through the hills...

99 days til Memorial day :^)

Break out the flags!

    .. and the bug spray! :-)
    

...and put on your shorts, take off your shoes, roll down the windows, take
a dip in the pool, grab an *ice* cold beer and listen to the ball game and 
have a cookout and blast some tunes..



Jum

...and go to Slip Into Summer...


Scott

	The poems to come are for you and for me and are not for mostpeople
	--its no use trying to pretend that mostpeople and ourselves are alike.
Mostpeople have less in common with ourselves than the squarerootofminusone.  
You and I are human beings;mostpeople are snobs.
	Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to mostpeople? 
Catastrophe unmitigated. Social-revolution. The cultured aristocrat yanked out 
of his hyperexclusively ultravoluptuous superpalazzo,and dumped into an 
incredibly vulgar detentioncamp swarming with every conceivable species of 
undesirable organism. Mostpeople fancy a guaranteed birthproof safteysuit of 
nondestructible selflessness. If mostpeople were to be born twice they'd 
improbably call it dying--
	you and I are not snobs. We can never be born enough. we are human 
beings;for whom birth is a supremely welcome mystery,the mystery of growing:the 
mystery which happens only and whenever we are faithful to ourselves. You and 
I wear the dangerous looseness of doom and find it becoming. Life,for eternal 
us,is now;and now is much too busy being a little more than everything to seem 
anything,catastrophic included.
	Life,for mostpeople,simply isn't. Take the socalled standardofliving. 
What do mostpeople mean by "living"? They don't mean living. They mean the 
latest and closest plural approximation to singular prenatal passivity which 
science,in its finite but unbounded wisdom,has succeeded in selling their 
wives. If science could fail,a mountain's mammal. Mostpeople's wives can spot a 
genuine delusion of embryonic omnipotence immediately and will accept no 
substitutes
	--luckily for us,a mountain is a mammal. The plusorminus movie to end 
moving,the strictly scientific parlourgame of real unreality,the tyranny 
conceived in misconception and dedicated to the proposition that every man is a 
woman and any woman a king,hasn't a wheel to stand on. What their most 
synthetic not to mention transparent majesty,mrsandmr collective foetus,would 
improbably call a ghost is walking. He isn't an undream of anaesthetized 
impersons,or a cosmic comfortstation,or a transcendentally sterilized 
lookiesoundiefeelietastiesmellie. He is a healthily complex,a naturally 
homogeneous,citizen of immortality. The now of his each pitying free imperfect 
gesture,his any birth or breathing,insults perfected inframortality milleniums 
of slavishness. He is a little more than everything,he is democracy,he is 
alive:he is ourselves.
	Miracles are to come. With you I leave a rememberance of miracles:they 
are by somebody who can love and who shall be continually reborn,a human 
being;somebody who said to those near him,when his fingers could not hold a 
brush "tie it into my hand"--
	nothing proving or sick or partial. Nothing false,nothing difficult or 
easy or small or colossal. Nothing ordinary or extraordinary,nothing emptied or
filled, real or unreal;nothing feeble and known or clumsy and guessed. 
Everywhere tints childrening,innocent spontaneous,true. Nowhere possibly what 
flesh and impossibly such a garden,but actually flowers which breasts are among 
the very mouths of light. Nothing believed or doubted;brain over 
heart,surface:nowhere hating or to fear;shadow,mind without soul. Only how 
measureless cool flames of making;only each other building always distinct 
selves of mutual entirely opening;only alive. Never the murdered finalities of 
wherewhen and yesno,impotent nongames of wrongright and rightwrong;never to 
gain or pause,never the soft adventure of undoom,greedy anguishes and cringing 
ecstacies of inexistence;never to rest and never to have:only to grow.
	Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question


						E.E. Cummings


			[1938,Introduction to:Collected Poems,1922-1938]
	
typed in by Fog.

    
    My thought and feeling for the day......and associated with a definite
    image.....
    
    "Droooooolllllll......slobber slobber slobber!!!!!!!  Slurp!!!!!!!"
    
    *1* More day 'til I can have a BEER!!!!!!!!!
    
    Hogan Salivating at the thought :^) :^) :^)

re: -.1

Dave:
	When I read the first part of your "thought for the day", I thought you
had met my six month old!  :-)


jeff

I know what you mean Dave.  It won't be long now before I can have popcorn
again.  :-)

Lisa_who_can't_remember_actually_making_it_through_lent_since_being_confirmed!

    Wow Hogan,..
    
    	you made it dood!
    
    	(I can't believe it)
    
    							/with_less_will_power

So Dave, how many brews did ya have?????

I just tasted my English Bitter .... oh boy oh boy is it _BITTER_  !!!!

Deb doesn't like it, chances are most of my friends won't like it, so I guess
that means that I'll have to drink all of it... what a shame :-) :-)...

    
    
    >>So Dave, how many brews did ya have?????
    
    Don't know.....does that answer your queston?  :^)
    
    Hogan

	HEY!!!  I declare hot cocoa season officially OVER!!  :-)

    
    
    	yahooooo, on to margarita season!

 Yep, and its time to make the mid spring clothing adjustment to shorts and
 bare feet  :-)





 Jum

    Im changing my cloths to suit my climate .... naa that ain't right is
    it :')

> Yep, and its time to make the mid spring clothing adjustment to shorts and
> bare feet  :-)

Clothing adjustment??  I thought it was the norm.  ;-)  8-)

peace,
t!ng

    
    I don't know if I didn't get any sleep last night or if I dreamt that I
    didn't get any sleep.....
    
    ?
    
    Hogan feeling a bit spacey but not too tired.....

    the door is open for a beautiful dave abuse comenabck here,..
    but I think I've exceeded my quota (for life probably by now eh daves?)
    
    so somebody is going to have to run with this one,...
    
    							/getting_skiddish
    

    
    Don't attack me while I'm spacey!!!!!! :^)
    

	Are you better today HeliumHead?  ;^)

    
    >>        Are you better today HeliumHead?  ;^)
    
    
    No....but I don't mind :^) :^) :^)
    
    Hogan

I received this today, author unknown (at least to me and the person who 
sent it to me)...

-------------------------------------------------------------------------

                           ONE WISH

                 If you are ever going to love me,
                 Love me now, while I can know
                 The sweet and tender feelings,
                 Which from true affection flow.

                 Love me now, while I am living.
                 Do not wait until I'm gone
                 And then have chiseled in marble,
                 Sweet words on ice-cold stone.

                 If you have tender thoughts of me,
                 Please tell me now,
                 For if you wait until I'm sleeping
                 Never to awaken, death will be between us.

                 And I won't hear you then.
                 So, if you love me, even a little bit.
                 Let me know it, while I yet live,
                 So I can treasure it, so I can give.


------------------------------------------------------------------------

 


    Wow....

   "A democracy cannot exist as a permanent form of government.  It can only
   exist until the voters discover that they can vote themselves money from
   the Public Treasury.  From that moment on, the majority always votes for
   the candidates promising the most benefits from the Public Treasury with
   a result that a democracy always collapses over loose fiscal policy always
   followed by dictatorship.  The average age of the world's greatest
   civilizations has been 200 years.  These nations have progressed through
   the following sequence:

      From bondage to spiritual faith; from spiritual faith to great courage;
      from courage to liberty; from liberty to abundance; from abundance to
      selfishness; from selfishness to complacency; from complacency to apathy;
      from apathy to dependency; from dependency back into bondage."

                   -- Alexander Fraser Tytler (1748 - 1813)
                   _The_Decline_and_Fall_of_the_Athenian_Republic_

    I'd say then that as a nation we're somewhere between apathy and 
    dependency at present ...
    
    				... Bob
    

    Not that I have any proof,.. nor any desire to argue the point,. but
    in my estimation,. we are somewhere between dependency and bondage,..
    with recent events in LA leaving me to believe that we may even be
    closer to bondage than I thought before :-/
    
    Has anyone heard about the over 600 black gangs agreeing to a
    truce?? Some black community leaders are now warning that a
    serious racial problem is brewing. In other words,.. when these gangs
    get together and decide not to fight/kill black on black,.. and if
    society doesn't afford them some opportunity to do something creative
    with all their hostile energy,.. it could turn into a fight of
    black on white,...
    
    Now lets go, run and see
    
    							/

    re:     <<< Note 94.148 by DEDSHO::CLARK "shake that bag o' bones" >>>
       >       -< The end of living and the beginning of survival >-

>          THE END OF LIVING AND THE BEGINNING OF SURVIVAL

 >                         by Chief Seattle
    
    
    A truly beautiful speech.  Unfortunately, it was written in 1972 by an
    environmental activist.  A recent Newsweek reported this, as did a few
    other sources.  Some guy's been trying to set the record straight for
    years, but when people want to believe in something _so_ much, there's
    not much you can do to stop it.  This revelation doesn't diminish the
    points of the speech, but it does shatter a myth.  BTW, Chief Seattle
    did give a speech that day; I wonder what he said?
    
    I don't remember the name of the actual author, so I can't give proper
    credit.
    
    Reading it again, I'm reminded of the TV ads that ran in the early 70s
    -- the ones with the American Indian on horseback overlooking a
    littered landscape and weeping.  Anyone else remember those?
    
    There is at least one major clue in the speech that something's not
    right:
    
>Commissioner of Indian Affairs for the Washington Territory. 
    
>I am a savage, and I do not understand any other way. I have seen a
>thousand rotting buffaloes on the prairie, left by the white man who
    
    Chief Seattle certainly never saw buffalo or prairies in the Pacific
    Northwest.
    
    Another clue is that, for a speech given in a native tongue, it sures
    translates smoothly into English.
    
    Sorry, but I wanted to set the record straight.
    
    Jamie

(hanging my head in shame)

Thanks Jamie.

I first saw that article in a 1987 or '88 issue of EDN (Electronic Device News)
of all places.  It was an editorial used to give a message to component
manufacturers to respect the environment. 

Like all myths, there is a hidden social message of great import. This is no 
exception.  Perhaps it stands better as a myth than as a real historic account.

Unfortunately, most of our American history is obfuscated in myth.

I dunno, DC, think I'm being cynical??  :-)

    Hey Now!! As I'm almost outa here just thought I'd say...
    
    HAVE A GRATE AND SAFE WEEKEND :^) :^) :^) 

	Today it's so hard to find peace within
	no place to start and no place to end
    	such pressure now for a job and success
	it seems like happiness is second best.
	yesterday while walking in a Concord park
	I ran into an young friend of mine named Mark
	he said "Deane, what you been up to"
	"not too much, how about you"
	"I'm doing ok" he replied with doubt
	he shook his head then bursted out
	"I'm not doing well to be Frank with you!!!!"
	"I'm dying of Lukemia and there's not much I can do!!!!"
	I started to tear as so did he
	"listen Deane" he said "listen to me"
	We walked over toward the Cumberland store
	he said to me as we walked in the door
	"I have little in this life that I regret
	but there's one thing I just can't forget
	I wish I had life without the damn stress
	I have always put self pleasure at second best
	now today I am near the end of the rope
	but I have a new outlook that gives me hope
	I take life day to day
	for what is now, not whats far away 
	If I took life for what is tomorrow
	I would look forward to death and sorrow".
	he's still alive saw him just the other night
	smiled and waved then drove out of sight
	I'll never ever forget what he told me
	  
		
			             D. SMITH		

    That reminds me of my ole friend Dan, Deane......thanks....
                                                               rfb

real nice deanne... 

That's beautiful Deanne - an attitude I try to prescribe as well.

Thanks for sharing it with us.

Lisa

    Nice work Deane...
    
    Reminds me of two things,..
    
    That friend of mine that I told you about who has Lymphoma has
    adopted a very similar attitude... actually while we're on the subject,
    if anyone knows how to send a message to Phil on the net,. please send
    me some mail.... Yes,. I mean Phil Lesh.
    
    The other thing is the song by I believe Stevie Wonder that I beleive
    is entitled "Future Paradise",... The main refrain decsribes how "we
    are spending most our lives living in a future paradise..." which
    is thematically similar (identical?) to your little diddy there,..
    
    Lets put some music to that thing!
    
    

	Thank You!  :-)
	
	I'm glad that people could find something in that,
	It's a true story.......

	I've never heard that Stevie Wonder song but I would
	absolutley like to hear it soon

> Lets put some music to that thing!
    
	sure...why not...there is ALOT more where that came from.

	Hi Deane,

	(even on thoughtful, sad stories you have a smile...
	gotta love this man ...)

	Your poem has me thinking and I am relating to it
	not because I have a friend that's dying, but because
	I have lived life at the other extreme of the
	enjoy-each-day-for-itself spectrum this winter - and
	it ended up doing a major number on my psyche.

	I read these words and, internally, I KNOW that they
	speak the truth... but when it came down to it, I
	couldn't/wouldn't follow them in my own life.  It
	seems I just went deeper and deeper into my depressed
	state until sometimes I crawled into bed rather than
	face the day.

	I can recall thinking to myself or even saying out loud
	to other people, "man, if I die tomorrow, what a terrible
	waste these last few months have been - I haven't really
	been living".  And it was true.  But I kept slaving away
	working towards that future goal when my life could get
	back to normal...

	At one point, I was conversing with Lisa and she gave me
	some words that hit home and for some reason made me let
	go a little, to give time to myself a little, helped me
	start climbing out of that hole.

	The sun has helped a great deal.  I'm feeling great these
	days and enjoying the simple things in life again...

	What I'm rambling on about here is a couple of things.
	One, even though it may not be looked on as that, sometimes
	it could be that knowledge of a terminal illness is a gift.
	It can sometimes give the person a chance to change their
	perspective on what life is and take advantage of that new
	perspective.  Those of us that understand that philosophy
	don't necessarily have the "luxury" of living that philosophy
	because we DO have to worry about the future so much.
	This is not to belittle the emotional and physical suffering
	they will undergo, at all.

	The other thing is, Mark was able to pass on to you this 
	perspective with a symbol which you will carry with
	you for awhile and maybe forever.  And you, in turn, have
	shared it with us.

	Thanks.
	Debess

    Debess,.. all sausage jokes aside,.. I'm coming down there to hug you!
    
    							/Bill
    

	sniff.....

	
	electronic hug passing through fiber optic
	wire en-route via transmitter to you right now...

	Maybe there is a place in between the two aspects
	were people like us can rest, 

	It is grate to hear your doing great now!


	

    I'm really with Debess on this point...and in a way, with T!ng and her
    "No Time To Hate" stickers. (T!ng - I got a bumper sticker on my truck
    that says this - did you do those too?  I think I got it at a show...)
    
    My dad's death pointed right straight at it.  On Friday (April 3rd) he
    was alive and healthy, walked 18 holes of golf, which he did every
    Friday.  Next day at noon, he literally droppped dead.  You never know.
    Standing in the kitchen, making a phone call, and suddenly it's check
    out time.
    
    Time is a very subjective thing.  We chose to measure it at our own
    gait.  Some of us walk peacefully, others canter, and some
    (unfortunately including me) gallop into the future.
    
    There's no time to live for the future, -- it may never come.  
    There's no time for head games and bullshit with each other, that only
    wastes everyone's time.  There's no time for hate, but all the time in
    the world for love.  Why?  Maybe it's the only thing that's WORTH the
    time.
    

AMEN BROTHER!

Well, a somewhat sad day for me as well today.  I learned that my old grade
school principal (Mr Ingmanson) died on Memorial Day.  Apparently his kids
had gone to find him only to find him dead in his backyard.  Wicked sad.

Why is this significant for me?  Well, for one, he was a cool guy.  And, I
once wrote a story (I must have been in 4th grade) about his Van that he used
to drive to school everyday (this was an a school assignment).   My teacher
liked it so much that she showed it to Mr Ingmanson, and eventually it ended
up in our town's newspaper - quite a surprise and honor for me to have something
I wrote in the paper.

peace.

>    I'm really with Debess on this point...and in a way, with T!ng and her
>    "No Time To Hate" stickers. (T!ng - I got a bumper sticker on my truck
>    that says this - did you do those too?  I think I got it at a show...)

No, I don't make bumper stickers.  I've seen them around though.  I hope
my stickers carry a message with it.  There are times when I need to have
one in front of me to constantly remind myself to practice what I preach.

peace,
t!ng

So might one go about getting some of those NTTH stickers???

Dave

If you want some, you can send me a legal-sized SASE:

	Ting Vogel
	Star Route 2, Box 311
	La Honda, CA 94020

peace,
t!ng

> There are times when I need to have
>one in front of me to constantly remind myself to practice what I preach.

 I know exactly what you mean.  ESPECIALLY when I'm driving!

tim

	Ting-

	Da ve stuck one of your stickers on me at the SIS thing
	on Saturday, I have it on my dash board (real distracting
	bright orange :-)  )  

	I have also spotted them in other remote locations, such
	as shelters in the White Mountain National Forest  

    hmmm...  that reminds me...  i'm all out now...  :^)  gonna hafta
    print out that address and get my RBSACB ready (Rilly Big Self Adressed 
    Cardboard Box! :^)...
    
    					da ve

>    print out that address and get my RBSACB ready (Rilly Big Self Adressed 
>    Cardboard Box! :^)...

HAH!  I think the postal clerk is going to think I'm mailing an empty box!!
;-)  But seriously, it depends on how many I have left after Vegas 8-).

peace,
t!ng

    re: "depends on how many I have left after Vegas"
    
   %^)
    
    me too!
    
    (Thanks T!ng)
    
                 rfb

           I like Dead songs 'cause they give you time to think.
    
    Jamie

	"If I had a world of my own everything would be nonsense"


				- Alice in Wonderland

    are you watching cartoons Lisa???

say hi (no pun intended) to the blue catapillar smoking the hookah for me!

jeff

>say hi (no pun intended) to the blue catapillar smoking the hookah for me!

	Oh come on, that's worse than Bill Clinton!  He just didn't inhale.  You
got someone (thing?) else to smoke for you?!  What's the point?  :-)

Mark

Good point Mark. What I should have written was "Say hello for me to the 
caterpillar (which I also speeled incorrectly) who is smoking a hookah"

Gues I should but a copy of tha "On Writing Well/Good/other" book :-)

    Try this:
    
    Right now, 
    without hesitation,
    relax.
    
    Breathe in; remain calm, as you inhale smoothly, yet
    with purpose, until your lungs are comfortably full
    and go with the flow a little bit further until the
    instant you like to exhale.  Exhale.  
    
    If you didn't quite follow that, relax..., take a deep breath...,
    exhale..., (etc.) until you've got it.
    
    That breath of air has been all around this world and it will
    go all over this world.  The action of diffusion is real and 
    it isn't at fault if nobody meant what takes place in time.
    The agenda of confusion in Rio and the consequent assault cans
    the environment and bottles acres of prime.
    
    I like to think most of us will live to see the rest of us live 
    together in harmony on this planet; we've got work to do.  I 
    suppose we're about to find out more about what it is... 
      

>    Breathe in; remain calm, as you inhale smoothly, yet
>    with purpose, until your lungs are comfortably full
>    and go with the flow a little bit further until the
>    instant you like to exhale.  Exhale.  

*cough* *hack* *cough*

;^}

    WhoA what a rush from my hangover ! someone pick me up off the floor
    please !
    
    Chris

    
    
    Chris......
    
    Have another White Russian!!!! :^)
    
    Hogan who feels just fine this morning :^)

    
    ha ha!!!!  :^)  i didn't think you were having THAT much fun Chris!
    
    myself, well, i went home after the show, set my alarm, forgot to turn
    it on... :^)  still woke up at the right time though!  
    
    ahhh, water...  the life giver!!!  thank the universe for hot showers!
    
    					da ve

    a hot shower a pot of hot coffee and a very nice board tape of last
    nights gig !!!! is the only way Im getting though this day !!! best 
    thing is Im being take out to a nice dinner and a comedy show tonite :') 
    oh and the fact that I won $40 bucks on a scratch ticket that the state
    gave me for free yesterday ! thanks billy weld you screwy deadhead
    raskell you !
    
    Stopping over to Pete and Eds was not much help after Im sure :')
    at least someone took to heart your request to get neked but I wish
    they told me before I walked into the house !
    
    Chris_does_this_make_cents ?

    
    
    he he he...  yeah, i heard about that this morning...  :^)  now see, 
    everyone had gotten nekkid when i suggested it wouldn't have been so
    embarrassing for you afterwards!
    
    					:^)
    
    					da ve

                         Fifty Ways to Hose Your Code
                         ----- ---- -- ---- ---- ----
                                                      Kind of by Paul Simon

The problem's all inside your code she said to me;
Recursion is easy if you take it logically.
I'm here to help you if you're struggling to learn C,
There must be fifty ways to hose your code.

She said it's really not my habit to #include,
And I hope my files won't be lost or misconstrued;
But I'll recompile at the risk of getting screwed,
There must be fifty ways to hose your code.

Just blow up the stack Jack,
Make a bad call Paul,
Just hit the wrong key Lee,
And set your pointers free.

Just mess up the bus Gus,
You don't need to recurse much,
You just listen to me.

She said it greives me to see you compile again.
I wish there were some hardware that wasn't such a pain.
I said I appreciate that and could you please explain,
About the fifty ways.

She said why don't we both just work on it tonight,
And I'm sure in the morning it'll be working just right.
Then she hosed me and I realized she probably was right,
There must be fifty ways to hose your code.

Just lose the address Les,
Clear the wrong Int Clint,
Traverse the wrong tree Lee,
And set your list free.

Just mess up the bus Gus,
You don't need to recurse much,
You just program in C.

    From yesterday's Globe . . .
    
    Zippy "Back from the Abyss" by Bill Griffith
    
    Zippy is obviously distraught, and a shot glass and half-empty bottle
    of taco sauce reveal the depth of his despair.  Griffy is consoling
    him.
    
    Zippy:  It was horrible!!  A nightmare!  There was this terrible sense
    	    of tension . . . and pressure!
    
    Griffy: It's okay . . . just talk it out . . . talk it out . . .
    
    Zippy:  I was in a huge white room . . . divided into many work spaces
    	    . . . each with its own computer . . . and spreadsheets . . .
    	    so many spreadsheets!
    
    Griffy: Take deep breaths . . . that's it.  It sounds awful . . . I'm
    	    really sorry you had to go through it . . . such torment . . .
    	    by th' way, what exactly happened?
    
    Zippy:  I had a NEAR-STRESS EXPERIENCE!!	

re -.1

I saw a vanity license plate yesterday that read "STRESS."

A cry out for help from the rear end of a Nissan Sentra ....

- Dave

    I saw a white suped up mustang with the words "DREAD EXPERIENCE"
    plastered along the bottoms fo the doors on each side and the license
    plate,.. I was cruising to the liquor store with Derek (Good ole
    Mr. UNiverse himself) and Derek says "oh,.. turn into Martignettis",..
    and the magnificent forces of the universe that he commands did
    make that car turn into Martignettis and we talkd to the driver,...
    a very cool lady with mega,.. amke that MEGA dread locks,..
    
    							/
    

    Overheard at 2nd Coming Records, during a power failure:
    
    "Yeah, man, it's the first satanic scat album, that's why it's red. 
    See, all the songs have 'Satan' in them."
    
    Bumper sticker: "Mondale -- Ferraro  NOW!"
    
    Jamie

     	Having only raced overnight a couple times before this thing has me
     wicked tense right now. I feel almost like I did before the Halifax 
     race. I think what really is driving it is the weather forecast for
     thunder storms, 3-6 foot seas and moderately high winds. 

     	With the gun in 4 hours I'm starting to get tense. I just had to 
     say that, thanks for listening, See ya' on Monday.

Geoff

     Oh, but we're going to win!
Tell you about when I get back.

    
    Good Luck Geoff!
    
    Also,  Happy Father's Day this weekend to all you Daddy's 
    out there!!  :-)
    
    MJ

	and while we're making wishes for the weekend...

	H A P P Y   S U M M E R    S O L S T I C E   E V E R Y O N E !

	(make the most out of that longest day ;-)

	Debess

    Huh ... what's this Geoff ... the Chapman Bowl, already???
    
    There's a chance they'll postpone if the weather's too nasty ... can't
    have corpses floating up on the beach tomorrow morning after all, it's
    bad for the image of the Race Committee.
    
    It should be fun ... keep a watch for whales out near Stellwagon Bank,
    that's the best side-effect of the race if you're lucky enough to spot
    any.
    
    Be careful ... and have a ball ...
    
    					... Bobbb
    

and while we are at it .... HAPPY SUMMER!!!!   :-) :-)

    Good luck Geoff....hope all gos shipshape !
    
    thanks MJ I will have a nice Dads day ! and to all you new Dads Happy
    Happy ! and to you all you old Dads be excellent , party on dude !
    I plan on do the Dad thing myself ! beer in one hand remote in the
    other and watch the US Open Golf final rounds !!!!! with my Dad of
    course and my Bro Billy :')
    
    
    Chris

RE:<<< Note 94.511 by SLOHAN::FIELDS "Its sad,so sad 'cus the Circus Left Town" >>>
                               -< just think ! >-

   > Good luck Geoff....hope all gos shipshape !
    

    Take a bow, Chris :-)

   >    Happy ! and to you all you old Dads be excellent , party on dude !
    


    What do you mean OLD DADS?  :-)



   don't know what I'm doing yet...my 15 year old thinks I'm going to spend
   Father's day driving him to some heavy Metal thing..HAH..



 Jum

    
    
    			Just say NO to whiskey!!!
    
    							Hogan :^\
    

    Anybody seen any well hung moose in the area?
    
    							/Soko
    

One hour, does not a night's sleep, make...

    re: -.1
    
    Out searchin for that keg again Dave???
    
    

DAVE WAKE UP, MJ ASKED YOU A QUESTION!!!!  :-)

 I kinda wish I didn't get this bowl o' chili from the caf today :-/





 Jum

A rainy day does not make it any worse,
a sunny day does not make it any better.

Sorry yer under the weather, Dave...  It may not help,
but even though things generally suck on the temporal
level right now (house hunting, rainy day, blah blah blah)

I FEEL GRATE.(and I haven't even been to a show in over a
year).!!!!!  I feel this way a lot lately - must be
Florida-withdrawal.  Yum.


Dunno why....don't care.....could be different tomorrow,
but I'll work on that when it happens.

tim

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzHuh?!?  zzzzSnorezzzzz!  Uh!  Chortle!

Oh, hi, thanks for waking me, Lisa!

Hi MJ.  Nope, didn't find the keg! :-(
Didn't even find what I *was* looking for! :-(


Interesting drug, this sleep deprivation... :-)

Davezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

    
    One should not drink whiskey without a handy loaf of french bread. 
    Rip off a chunk, dunk and eat, Yum! Serious, this is good stuff.
    
    :-Chuck
    

                    Happy Canada Day!! (whatever that is)

    according to my calendar it's Islamic New Years (1413).

                Have a great 2nd-half-of-the-year everyone!!!

    Once upon a time there was a young boy who dreamed of love and
    romance.  From a very early age he imagined what he perceived to
    be the perfect love between two people.  In his heart he knew that
    someday he would come to know this love as long as he kept his dreams
    in his heart at all times.  Even when the prospect of this love seemed
    to not exist, he never stopped believing that there was someone out
    there who was made for him, and he for her.

    And years later, when he saw her, he knew at once that she was the one,
    even though he had not even spoken to her; and she had already known
    that he was the one, even before she even saw him.

    And they were right.

    And in four days, we will be married.

    Another dream come true.....

    :^)

    Hogan

    
    How very nice Hogan!!!  Congratulations and best wishes
    for a very very happy life together!!!!
    
    many many :-)'s!!!
    
    MJ

That's beautiful!!  A true reflection of the beauty of love.....

Best wishes to you, David and Susan.

:-)

Very nice thought, feeling, and image for the end of this day...

I'll be leaving here with a smile on my face!

Dave :-)

p.s. 'tho I haven't met either of you, I sincerely wish you both much love and
happiness!  

    blech...  romantic dribbly mush...
    
    
    		:^)  :^)  :^)  awwwww, c'mon Hogan...  what did you expect
    from me anyway???   i'm just glad i picked the right wedding to go to
    on Saturday!  (yes, yours silly...)  
    
    					da ve  

What a dave thing to say...

Nice note, Dave!  It's thoughts like that that keep this single person going!

adam

    %^)

    
    How beautiful.  Sounds like you're all set for a wonderful life.
    :-)
    
    

That was wonderful Dave and so familiar:-)

Best of luck. You probably know this already but I'll re-emphasize... If you 
can survive the engagement and the wedding plans then you'll have no problem 
with the life together.


Peace and Love,

Geoff, Pam, Nathan, and Alex

P.S. How long till we see little hogans running around:-):-):-) Just kidding 
get used to each other first.

Geoff

    
    Along the same lines I saw a bumper sticker recently that said...
    
    "Love is not finding the right person, it's being the right person."
    
    :-Chuck

>    "Love is not finding the right person, it's being the right person."

Amen!

adam_not_normally_religious_(certainly_not_religiously_normal)

	wow Hogen - nice!  best wishes to you both!
	hope you have an especially excellent day on Saturday!

	to twist a line from our favorite band that seems to
	fit your story so well:
		"with love in a dream, it WILL come true"

	love,
	Debess_who_just_celebrated_her_16th_wedding_anniversary_last_week

    re.- .525
    Hogan,
    I turned on the notes and saw your message.  thanks for sharing your
    happiness.  I wish you a long and happy life together
    
    Rose
    

    my friend Sooze shared this one with me this morning...  she got it
    from her friend Miguel...
    
    	"did it ever occur to you that if Mama Cass had only given half her
    sandwich to Karen Carpenter, they might both be alive today?"
    
    					da ve

> "did it ever occur to you that if Mama Cass had only given half her
>     sandwich to Karen Carpenter, they might both be alive today?"

Da ve, that's SICK!  I'm just all CHOKED up about this one!  You're really
treading on THIN ice, now...


Dave

    Not to disturb the puns that might be starting here but,
    
    
    		What a poor weekend to be on call!
    
    	But it pays for expenses of the boat I want to sail, necessary
    sacrifice.
    	ANyone want to go for a daysail Sunday?
    
    Geoff

Dave and da ve,

I think you two are just starved for attention.  Food for
thought.

tim

"I think I'll go around back and try 'n' pick up some
 jelly roll"
		- David Bromberg

    re food for thought...
    
    	guess i'll have to stew on that one fer a while...

Remember..."Rumors are junk food for thought."

Said by someone at the Democratic Convention at MSG...

"George Bush talks like Dirty Harry, but acts like Barney Fife!"

Dave

>"George Bush talks like Dirty Harry, but acts like Barney Fife!"

That was the Gov of Georgia who said that, along with several other fine quotes 
about of prez GHWB.


Scott

    Having the Democratic convention downstairs has been quite an
    experience.  You would not believe the energy being poured forth around
    here!
    
    The streets have been repaved and cleaned up.  The homeless have
    suddenly found "homes" (or they've moved 10 blocks south!), we have
    enough police standing around looking important so that the area gives
    off an auora of safety!  It's amazing!
    
    From the "famous" people watch.  I saw Dollar Bill Bradley on Monday! 
    He's really a big guy!  I also saw Andy Stein (who's the President of
    the NY City Council).  Yesterday, Mayor Dinkins was spotted with Ron
    Brown.  On TV did everyone notice the cameras flashed on Bruce Hornsby
    Monday night?
    
    I even brought my camera to work to capture this wonderful moment!  In
    speaking with a few cops downstairs, they all seem to love this
    assignment.  To them it's a vacation from the 'usual' grind!  I also
    struck up a conversation with a delegate from New Orleans who just
    loves NYC!.  I asked how I could get a ticket to get inside - she
    laughed and said forget it!  She also said the security is much
    stricter here than in Atlanta four years ago and that if we were there,
    it wouldn't be a problem getting in!
    
    This year I feel (finally) that the Democracts have a chance to
    recapture the White House.  Even my most Republican friend is totally
    displeased with GHWB and is planning not to vote for him!
    
    As Jesse said last night, "Keep Hope Alive!"
    
    Regards,
    
    Fredda

    Saw this on a bumper sticker:
    
    Cut back on your drinking
    Give up chasers!
    
    /heidi

    
    Paraphrased from the nomination speech at the Dem. convention last
    night...
    
    "..we are too good to have war as our most successful enterprise."
    
    How very true!
    
    :-Chuck

    An excerpt from "A Knight In The Wilderness," US News and World Report,
    July 20,1991, pp. 57-8.  Reprinted without permission.

    	[John] Muir is frequently treated today like a secular prophet. 
    His name is attached to a glacier, to peaks, to trails and to Muir
    Woods, an ethereal redwood grove north of San Francisco.  The Sierra
    Club, which he began with 26 friends, all from Northern California,
    prides itself on its global environmental mission and on a far-flung
    membership of 600,000.  Muir's words still resound in the world of
    letters: More than 60 editions of books by him or about him are in
    print.
    	Yet the Muir legacy is hostage to population growth and to all of
    civilization's bursting appetites.  Even among Muir's most devoted
    admirers there are many, no doubt, who go to resorts, drive their cars
    in the mountains, live in houses made of wood and built on land that
    used to harbor wildlife.  If through some Wellesian time-machine magic,
    John Muir could saddle up Brownie and retrace his old paths today, what
    a ride it would be.  He would find his 17-room ranch abode at Martinez
    preserved as a national historic site, but nearly all the orchards
    around it gone, rows of peach trees replaced by rows of tract houses
    and fast-food emporiums.  In his beloved Sierra Nevada, his "Range of
    Light," he would discover eroded soil, polluted streams, forests
    scarred by clear-cutting and mysterious die-offs, air fouled by ozone,
    wildlife species vanishing, urbanization on a tear.  The wild man of
    the West would go as white as the winter moon.

    re:  John Muir:
    
    Yes, I think that's quite accurate.  The distinction between
    an environmentalist and a developer can be a fine line in the sand,
    subject to redrawing depending on the position of the observer.
    
    /bruce

Like Thoreau, his legacy is that of illucidating the sublime, thereby 
transmogrifying it from something natural to something man-centered and 
man-controlled.

The whole concept of a western environmental champion is simply a contradiction 
in terms.

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                                 ATTITUDE
    
    "The longer one lives, the more one realizes the impact of attitude 
     on life.  Attitude is more important than facts, more important
     than circumstances, failures or successes, and certainly more 
     important than what other people think or say.  It's more important 
     than appearance, talent or skill.  Attitude can make or break a man, 
     a home, a family, or a company.  It can shatter dreams, ideas, 
     relationships, and children's futures.

     Every day, each one of us has a choice regarding not only the clothes 
     we wear, but the attitude we present for that day.  It's the last thing 
     we put on as we leave our home.  People should all have a mirror by the
     door, just to make sure their attitude is on straight.

     We cannot change, as God cannot change, the past, nor can we guarantee 
     that those we smile or say "Good Morning" to will be pleasant or even 
     civil, since anger has a way of inserting its sharp words in even 
     strained as well as pleasant conversations.   

     The time we spend interacting with people may vary from a few seconds to 
     hours, and happens under all circumstances, such as walking down the 
     street, or the school corridor, or in Scout or other group meetings. 

     We may think that a head nod, or a brief "Hello" is insignificant, but 
     think again.  It's important to realize that those few moments, are what 
     children, and adults remember.  

     Some time ago, two clowns were at a Friendly's restaurant.  They had 
     just finished a parade, and were still in costume.  They were tired,
     hot, and hungry.  It was during a heat wave and parents were there 
     with their children. Well, you know how clowns react with children; 
     they made balloons and passed them from table to table until all the 
     kids had at least one.  Just as the food arrived, a boy, around nine 
     years old, came from somewhere and tugged at the sleeve one of the 
     clowns and said "When I grow up, I want to be just like you."  Neither 
     clown ever did get to eat.   
    
     Whether you interact with people in three minutes or three hours, you 
     leave behind you a feeling (attitude) of caring or non-caring, of 
     sensitivity or insensitivity, and as one clown said "You walk away 
     leaving a legend or a Nightmare."  

     Each one of us should realize that as we walk away, we leave something 
     behind.  What that is depends on us.

    Thanks for putting that in JC...
    I have someting very similar to that hanging up in my cube; a shorter
    version.  I haven't read it for a while; it's a good reminder and 
    phylosophy for these tough times...      
    
    :-)
    Scott g

    where's my lawn chair ;^0 :^)

    hmmmm, I think I have seen pictures of this lawn chair...:-)
    
    chaotic individual

    Couldn't have. As I do beleive the camera was broken :^)

>  Couldn't have. As I do beleive the camera was broken :^)

Well, apparently, not *all* the cameras were broken.  As, I, too, saw 'em...
Time to blackmail the person with the negatives...

I haven't even developed my pictures yet, so I don't know if I've got any...

:-) :-) :-)

Dave

    If the Kennedy's can, I can too...vote for me!!!
    
    I'm with MJ on the Mighty Swell Party :^) :^) :^)
    
    Cheif of entertainment and recreation 8^)
    
    Andy_who_finally_got_to_use_his_other_half_minit_to_catch_up_on_notes_8^)
    

    You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar, but if you 
    pull their wings off, they will eat whatever you give them"

					K. Bundy (Married With Children)

    

Good morning, everyone!  I hope you're all awake and refreshed on this
beautiful morning (at least in eastern Mass).

:-)

    adam don't read this...
    
    
    
    
    hey somethings wrong with Adam....its Wednesday and he has entered a
    note at 8:06 "AM" <- yup thats AM......I just worried about the little
    guy ! could his body have been taken over by aliens ? or worse have are
    minds been washed to believe that Adam has written a note at this hour?
    
    scary thoughts....:')
    
    Chris

    Can I have some?
    
    
    :)sparky

    some have I can ! I got nothing rilly ..... I took the back road to
    work :')

well, last time i saw adam, his hair was _really_ long for adam!  perhaps that
is the reason ... ?

indeed a beaut. day out.

would rather be hiking right now;  visibility would probably be very, very
good.

    Or maybe...maybe it's not REALLY adam!  Maybe the aliens synthesized
    him, but they made his hair too long by accident!  OH NO! :)
    
    Rob
    

	Just because a path is well beaten is no proof it's the right one.

re: Note 94.568 by OCTOBR::GRABAZS 

>Just because a path is well beaten is no proof it's the right one.

    Sounds like the perfect motto for Fog. :-)

    ... and then there's the MJ variant ...
    
    Just because a path has trees across it is no proof that DECheads
    aren't camping there.
    
    ... Bobbb
    

    
    I asked Ger this on our last hike, but got no answer: How come we hike
    on well-beaten paths, but we don't beat on well-hiked paths????
    
    Jes' curious,
    
    The trod-miester
    
    

    re: Note 94.571 by NECSC::M_PECKAR 
    
    >I asked Ger this on our last hike, but got no answer: How come we hike
    >on well-beaten paths, but we don't beat on well-hiked paths????
    
    
    We don't beat *on* well-hiked paths, per se... it's more like we
    beat it on _down_ well-hiked paths! :-) 
    
    BIODTWHP_G

    How come we don't beat the crap out of well-seasoned hikers who can't
    follow a path?
    
    

    RE: Ger: what if yer going up?
    
    RE: Ide: That's easy: I only hike with passifists.  :-)