Conference quark::human_relations-v1

    Interesting question. I have a fascination for what I call "heavy
    metal" - not the music, *real* heavy metal. Standing on a platform
    while a train comes in; watching massive construction cranes moving;
    the Thunderbirds or Blue Angels at air shows; the discovery of the
    "Titanic". 
    
    There's something about certain kinds of machinery, especially (but not
    restricted to) vehicles, that appeals to me no end. I'm not sure what
    it is; the power, the risk, the cost, the *noise* - or maybe the "soul"
    that some machines seem to acquire when they are relied upon by humans. 

    One of my "favorite scenes from a lousy movie" had to do with this; a
    runaway train was accelerating down a mountain, and to stop it before
    it reached the end of the line another locomotive was put on the track
    *behind* it. The second engine had to catch the first before the point
    of no return, couple with it, hit the brakes, and hope the whole
    contraption didn't fly off the tracks. Well, this was fiction - but
    GOD, I loved that sequence! 
    
    -b

    
    For me, nothing beats 1100cc's of pure power between the legs. 
    To feel the wind, to see the yellow line streaking underneath as
    I take a hairpin curve and feel the kickstand scrape.  The feeling
    that I am a flick of the wrist between the awesome power of gut
    wrenching speed and the somber reality of a splattered corpse.
    
    Two wheels and an 1100cc engine make for one hell of a turn on.
    To have that power, that speed, that sense of being one with the
    machine, to know that the bike will carry you just as easily as
    it will kill you.  To ride that fine line between death and pushing
    the machine to its maximum potential.  
    
    In a word - AWESOME!!
    
    PS - You can still ride fast and still ride safe!
    

    
    Skiing where no one has skied before...fresh snow and sunshine!
    
    It takes me away from all my problems...

    The ocean.....
    
    Watching the waves pound against the rocks and beach after a storm
    is thrilling.  It's like the earth is releasing its tension and
    stress.  I also love sitting on the rocks when the ocean is calm
    and let my mind drift and imagine what it was like way back when
    our forefathers first came here.  It's also a great way to think
    problems through or just plain vegetate!
    
    P.
    

    I'm not sure how close I'd like to get, but when I see Tidal Waves
    and Tornadoes in the movies....not for their destructiveness, but
    for their majestic'ness (is there a word?)!  What an exhilaration!

    majestic-ness ==> majesty  :)
    
    I like to watch people and machines make and fix stuff.  Construction..
    cranes.. pouring molten metal.. fixing a car.. making a computer..
    an injection molder..
    
    The machines and their design seem _so_crude_ when compared with
    the versatility of animals -- but look at the delicate grandeur
    of what they _make_...
    
    Lee

    Wilderness, storms and islands.  I love to experience nature first-hand
    and as close as possible.
    
    Marty

    I'm a peasant by heritage and in my soul.  I love the sight of
    a seedling poking its head above the soil, especially one that
    I planted.  I get gushy over beans sprouting in my garden, over
    the little points of the crocuses and onions, over the bright
    greens of new leaves on my peach tree.  I revel in muddy knees
    from planting the early peas in the spring.  I track dirt
    into the house with glee.   I open all windows.  I walk in the
    rain.  I go around looking at my gardens every morning when I
    really should be on my way to work - are the tulips up yet?
    has the new apricot got blossoms this year?
    
    Only a month or two to go....

    Sitting still as daylight fades, in camo, listening to the approach
    of the animals. Will they see me, wind me, hear me ? Will my aim
    be true ? Will the arrow deflect on an unseen branch ? Will I be
    able to stop trembling ? 
    
    To sit motionless and have a fox pass not ten feet away, or a
    squirrel step on your leg, a bird perch on a branch two feet away.
    To be attacked by an owl for twitching your nose. A twenty pound
    turkey in flight. Coming face to face with a deer at twenty feet.

    The ocean at any time... on a sunny, and not too hot day... looking
    out over the water, watching it crash onto the shore....
    being surrounded by mountains on a country road during the summer....
    the beautiful pictures the sun paints on the mountainsides; the
    trees turning absolutely gorgeous colours in the autumn...

    What a bunch of neat notes.....             
    
    Believe  it or not, my yard in the springtime! We bought a 40 year
    old house that had been constantly landscaped during that time.
    Approx. one acre has a bunch of locust trees providing a canopy
    for two 60 foot rows of lilacs. The lilcs are always bueatiful but
    what my wife and I really like are the bees. 
    
    In the spring, all of the locust trees explode into a burst of
    white flowers. This lasts about three days. During that time,
    millions of bees descend uopn my yard. All day long, the whole
    area buzzes. It's a constant humm with bees everwhere. They never
    bother us as they are much too busy with their work. But, what 
    a neat experience it is to witness.

    
    	Standing, running, sitting in the pouring rain, preferably with
    a background accompaniment of thunder and gale-force winds.
    
    	Walking the beach just after a winter storm.  Gunmetal seas
    and a crack of light on the horizon.
    
    	Finishing a piece of needlework, especially one I've designed
    myself.  There's something immensely satisfying about the words
    "I created this".

...the visualizations created by the replies to this note.....  :-)

    Yeah! Can I have all of them??? And more:
    
    Thunder's a good one-word icon for me. The distant thunder of an
    approaching rainstorm across the plains; the thunder of the hooves
    of galloping horses (the sound of running horses has echoed in my
    dreams most of my life, and always makes me happy); the thunder
    of jet engines as a sleek fighter pulls into a tight turn and flashes
    away in the sunlight; the thunder of a rocket launch, with that
    immense, slow battle against gravity; and the long, quiet thunder
    that rolls through my head once in a while, when I've managed to
    stop the world for a precious moment or two and live exclusively
    in the moment...
    
    -b

    
    	I've always liked blue water, the "aqua velva" colored stuff
    that's found in certain quarries, lakes and streams. Lake George
    and Lake Placid in NY are examples. Another turn on is to be far
    enough "away" so that most evidence of the latter part of this century
    disappears.               
    
    	Joe
    
    
    	

        I get turned on by so many things, I share a lot of the previous
    turn-on's with other people.  An all out thunderstorm (they're rare
    out here in California), and the power of the ocean crashing onto the
    rocks after a storm are espescially exhilarating to me.
    
        I also get rejuvinated by views. Nothing beats the view of the
    San Francisco sky line on a very clear night as seen from twin peaks.
    The lines of streets cutting through the city, the motion of vehicles
    passing through like ants radiating white and red, the stars, or
    better yet the moon over the scene.  I also like the view from the
    middle of the San Mateo bridge on a cold clear night.  The lights
    surround you and look like jewels sparkling on black velvet, or
    a ring of multi-colored stars surrounding a void that you are at
    the center of.
    
        Yosemite is also a huge turn-on for me.  The views, the sheer
    magnitude of the walls of granite, the trees, the waterfalls, what
    a magnificent magical place.  It is even better in the winter, the
    snow absorbs most sounds leaving an errie still that is shattered by
    by the loud cracks and crashes of ice which has formed on the walls
    of the valley and has broken off and fallen to the ground.
    
        I also love lying back and looking up into the sky at night.
    Seeing a falling star makes me feel special, and reminds me of how
    small any problems I might have at the time actually are.  I can
    also be blown away the the patterns that the clouds form sometimes.
    The surreal images, and intricate designs they provide me with an
    art gallery that I need only sit back and observe.
    
        I love the way the world looks when the sun is low in the sky
    and it is at my back.  The high contrast of the world is exciting
    to me.
    
        And last but not least people are a turn on for me.  When I
    think of the magic and intricacy of the human body it fills me with
    awe.  We are incredible machines.
    
    ASP

    Storms. Thunder storms rolling in from the next county. Wind blowing
    with that special feeling around me. The electricity and power of
    the approach. Storms make me feel like I should be able to fly--just
    lift off the ground and soar up into the swirling clouds. I feel
    like I can pull the lightning down into my body and then direct
    it back out. Thunder storms anchor me. I can feel my roots go ddep
    into the earth as the storm washes over me.
    
    When I was a kid my mother always had to make me come in during
    a storm. We lived on a very high hill and they were wonderful to
    watch approaching. I always wanted to just fling myself into them.
    I was always sure I could control the lightning.
                                               
    Tamzen

    
    The Ocean.  I love to just sit on a huge rock by the ocean shore
    and gaze at the warm sunset reflecting against the water.
     Also hearing the water crash against the rocks.
    
    I think thunder and lightning is pretty awesome too.  It reminds
    me of when I was young, and how my friends and I use to count the
    seconds after we'd hear thunder to see how soon the storm would
    come.  I loved to watch the powerfuld bolts of lightning that
    would almost light up the whole sky.  Sometimes if they were really
    powerful i'd jump away from the window thinking that the lightning
    would come through and strike me dead.  
    
    I'm glad that people feel the way I do about storms, the ocean,
    the snow, etc.  Some people don't even realize how awesome the
    world really is and don't stop to take a look at what beautiful
    things this world has to offer.
    It's the beautiful things in the world that keep me from bumming
    out on the ugly things.  The good conquers the evil.
    

    
    
    I agree that the natural world is too often taken for granted. But
    all these great notes has triggered another *turn on* in me. I regain
    my youth every time I see a group of 8 year olds learning to play
    soccer.  They are so free, so full of unbridled enthusiasm and their
    faces are open and eager. You see every emotion - the anticipation
    of that ball coming their way, the eagerness to kick it hard, the
    disappointment when they miss with the renewed determination that
    that will not happen again and the fantastic surprise when they
    really connect hard for the first time.  When I watch one of these
    games, I forget that I am a reserved, well controlled adult and
    become the biggest loudest cheerleader around.  It lets the 'child'
    within me free!
    
    Mary Ann
            

	Getting some friends together and grabbing the lawn chairs
	and a 6-pack and sitting out in the back yard or on the roof
	in the middle of a hurricane.. What a thrill!!!!

	Sailing a catamaran up on one hull and riding the fine line
	between tipping over and going back down.. The speed and
	the wind rushing gets my toughts concentrated on ONLY that
	and all the world goes away.. I can't wait till summer.. I'm
	buying my own, I hope, this year!!! And I'll graduate from
	the pond I live on onto the ocean.. THAT will be the balls!

						mike

    Having any one (or all three) of my daughters climb into bed with
    me in the morning, and give me a kiss and a hug, and then tell me
    they love me...
    
    Turning in a finished project to my boss and having him tell me
    "Good Job"...
    
    Bob's hugs!
    
    Listening to my new CATS cassettee while I'm driving...
    
    Having Jenny tell me "Mom has anyone told you you're the best mom
    in the whole wide world today?" (I always say no here), and she
    says "WEll, you are"...
    
    
	Those are just a few...
    
    Gale

 
    	thunder awakens something primordial 
    
        in myself especially when it's very close
    
        the wind, in my face during a skydive
    
        120mph and pulling the rip cord and
    
        being decelerated quickly by the chute
    
        to cruising speed.
    
        yes, the wind.
    
    

RE: .0

I *love* snow, especially driving in it!  Houghton MI, where I went to school,
had an average snowfall of about 300 inches a year!  I had a big old boat of a
1965 Satillite with a v8 318 big block engine with 250,000 miles on it. That
sucker would go through snowdrifts up to the top of the hood with a running
start.  It had *momentum*! 

It gives me a feeling of power, crusing around the frozen wasteland crashing
through drifts, and protection, warm and toasty inside the car, while the wind
whips the snow around!

New Englanders panic at more then an inch of slush! Hah!  Whimps... :-)

Cycles, skiing, oceans, machines, ... I can relate...

For some raw power, how about the *crack* and... BOOM of a lightening strike?
Surrealism... multicolored sheet lightning over the lake at dusk...
Beauty, a double rainbow!

Jim.

One of my most memorable "turn-ons" combines a number of elements of
previous notes...

I'm 14 years old, riding on a train going from Seattle to New York City, NY.
That in itself was pretty neat. On the way back to Seattle, I'm sitting up
in the VistaDome with a 360 view and we are crossing the badlands of the
Dakotas. The rolling black and purple hills are very strange. Then a storm
looms up on the horizon. The sky is filled with strangely colored roiling
clouds. Suddenly there is a loud crack of thunder and blinding streaks
of lightning, *VERY* close. Then hugh hail balls the size of golf balls
start striking the VistaDome as the training zooms along at 70 mph. What a
rush!

Dave

    
    	Great Big Summer B-B-Q parties on the beach! I'd love to get
    every noter together, rent Daytona Beach and plan a HUMUNGUS party
    for a week. B-B-Q's all over the place. Volley ball, skiing, frizzbee,
    goofin' on all the people, partying for miles, everywhere you turn
    noters are having the time of there lives and not a soul has even
    thought about that place, you know, Dig.. 
    	I also dig B-B-Q's in the winter. Freezing cold weather, the
    grills fired up, Sirloin Tips slowly cooking, I'm all bundled up
    in my down jacket, hat, gloves... Honey, the potatoe salad ready,
    the tips are just about right?! as flames shoot up off the coals from
    the juice. Drives the neighbors bananaz too!
    	I get turned on with alot of people partying, having a great
    time forgeting work and worries. Mostly in the summertime.
    	So how bout it, we all set for Daytona?!!!
    
    	Dave
    	

    
    
      About 30 to 40 miles into a hard training ride on my bicylce.
    I'm just getting hot and starting to hammer. I come on another 
    rider just as intense s I am. I chase, catch him at a light.
    looks are exchange s are nods of our heads and we are off on a
    no holds barred race for nowhere. traffic means nothing. concentration
    means everything. The speed is up to maximum intensity moving in
    and out of brief openings dive for that open spot anyting to stay
    ahead of the other guy. pulse is up to 180 breathing is so hard
    it hurts but the adrenaline is uncontrolable. another close call
    but I'm moving at over 30 MPH now and there is a yellow light coming
    up. we both just make and we're still hammering. The sprint is on
    the finish is nowhere in sight but it dos'nt matter just ride until
    you can't ride anymore. Then as fast as it started he heads in his
    direction and I in mine. maybe we will meet in an official race
    someday. maybe not, But I will not forget the day when challenged
    by a stranger and I was up to everything he had.
    
    
         Whew !! almost lost it there for a minute but I'm o.k. now.
    
                                        heh heh heh
                                            John C,
    

    
    	Here I sit listening to the sounds of nature, a light breeze
    ruffles the surface of the water and the leaves whisper their 
    discontent at being disturbed from their gentle summer slumber.
    The sunlight reflects gently off the lake as I enjoy the hobby I
    have practiced for 20 years....
    
    	.... suddenly, the line tightens, just slightly, and an audible
    click comes from my reel. Then, the water swirls and my line tightens
    with a ferocity alien to the surroundings. The water plants are
    inelagantly pushed aside as the fish uses all of it's power to find
    refuge in their green comfort. But I'm there, I have him, connected
    by 30 yards of taught nylon line. He fights by using his body and
    the water to deter my attempts to wrest him from his safe environment.
    Is this "the" fish I have waited for all my life ?? - only time will 
    tell ! But at this moment and this moment alone - I'm there.
    
    Steve 
    

    All this talk of thunderstorms!  They scare the pants off me!
    
    I do love fireworks though!  It's funny, I hate the loudness of
    thunder, but love the *BOOM* of the fireworks.
    
    I mentioned in another conference I also love going as fast as
    possible in speed boats, and that the sound of a large crowd
    singing as one chokes me right up.  Examples would be concerts
    (all the ...-Aid concerts) or live recordings during which the
    performer turns the microphone over to the crowd.  
    
    I did remember one more thing though,  I have had the *extreme*
    good fortune of witnessing the Northern Lights at two different
    times in my life.  I will never forget the beauty of shafts of
    shimmering lights with a life all their own moving across a 
    jet black sky.  I was ten the first time I saw them and about
    23 or 24 the second time.  When they started up the second time
    I saw them, I knew immediately what I was about to see.  I ran
    in and tried to get my family outside to see.  I could hardly 
    talk!  We all stood and watched the show for at least half an
    hour.
    
    I felt I was one very lucky person to be allowed two different
    opportunities to see this in one life time.  And to think, my
    life's only half over!
    
                                       cj
    

    a good laugh......
    a good cry........
    anything that allows my emotions to remind me I am alive and I do
    care!

    Much new age music by Jean Michael Jarre, Tangerine Dream, Mannheim
    Steamroller, Shadowfax, and almost anything Wyndham Hill-ish.
    
    Now, please indulge me, as I paint my picture??
    
    My grandfather has two summer houses in Maine.  There is one particular
    area of rocks I like to sit on.  The weather is roughly 75 degrees,
    with a smooth breeze blowing the scent of high tide through my hair.
     There is a forest behind these rocks, full of rivulets and rills
    and mosses and ancient trees...
    
    There is the beach, with ancient driftwood and old lobster buoys
    scattered in pieces.  Driftglass has come to rest with misty surfaces
    carved by years beneath the sea, edges soft with age.  Small periwinkle
    shells blend in with pebbles between the sea-rounded rocks...
    
    And there is the water - surging softly over barnacle-encrusted
    rocks, drifting seaweed with its currents.  I sit in my favorite
    spot and, singing inwardly, I dangle my feet gently in the
    cold stinging sensation of the salty water.  I love this place.
    On a clear day, with a 180 degree view, you can see out 20 miles
    to Monhegan.  On a clear night, you can see 5 lighthouses flashing
    their patterns and colors in the dark, and I can call them by name,
    Burnt Island, Pemaquid, Ram Island, Monhegan Island, the Cuckolds.  
    Seagulls wheel and cry, ever hungry, hovering in the wind.
    Shells they have left on the rocks look bleached and fragile, some
    are nearly whole.  Tidepools are filled with life each time the
    tide turns.  The sea is a stunning shade of blue, whitecaps in the
    distance show a stiff wind....driving a lonely sailboat towards
    its destination...
    
    *sigh* :-)
    
    -Jody

Bodies of water. Especially ones that are blue and sparkly like down in
the Carribean. When I see something like that I almost HAVE to jump in
and go swimming. I'm pretty much convinced that I was a dolphin in a
previous life.

Jenna

    This is my first note as a Noter.  (Be kind :-) )

    What has been a thrill from me is discovering musical talent among 
    friends and performing in front of a crowd. 

    Back in my college days, I had a couple of buddies that knew how to
    stir up trouble without much of an effort.  We all lived in a "jock
    dorm" called Roncolli Hall.  A place where the "trouble makers"
    usually ended up.  You know, the party raider, bear drinking,
    streaking-in-raincoats kind of guys :-}.

    Anyway, the three of us were out looking for a party on campus one
    night when we came across an upright piano in one of the dorms. Well
    'Crazy Ray' decides to sit down and play a song.   Anticipating a
    bastardized version of "Chop Sticks" or "Twinkle Twinkle Little
    Stars", I wasn't prepared to hear what I heard.  He played a
    difficult Rockmoninoff piece, and, he played it with an artistic
    quality that requires great dexterity and control of the keyboard. 
    I had the goose bumps dancing on my arms.  Then, 'Sick-o John', sits
    down in Ray's place and starts playing a song that he composed!!! 
    Simply Awesome.

    One of us came up with the idea of putting on a talent show for
    amateur musicians.  We put out the word, put together a program, and
    reserved O'Connell Hall for the event.  Much to our surprise, we
    packed the place.  I'll never forget the surprised looks from we got
    from some people, especially the prim and proper ladies from the
    Nursing school.  Like wow, your not a horrid, smelly, bear drinking
    animal after all. :-}  :-}

    I'll never forget that night.

    Frank
    
               

    Re .33: Great note!
    
    Discovering talent is another terrific turn-on. Trying something
    you didn't think you could do, and having it work - wow! (I don't
    get this thrill very often because I'm usually too chicken to try,
    but when I do, it's a fantastic feeling.)
    
    -b

	re .33-34: I definitely agree! As far as "discovering" new
	talent goes, I go to a fair amount of folk concerts (well, not
	as much as I used to) - I still recall seeing Suzanne Vega at
	the Arlington Town Hall as part of the Fast Folk Musical
	Magazine Revue before her first album and was blown away by
	her performance. Also I had the opportunity to see Nanci
	Griffith a few times in the intimacy of Passim before she
	graduated to larger venues. (keep your ears open for Tracy
	Chapman now...)
	
>     Trying something
>    you didn't think you could do, and having it work - wow! 

	The greatest thrill of my life was the end of a music
	composition course in college. I took quite a few chances with
	my orchestra assignment, did some weird things (of course,
	having heard the professor's compositions gave me some
	reassurance:-), and was concerned with whether they would
	work. The day came when the RPI Symphony Orchestra (at least
	those that showed) played our pieces - my "Fantasy for Soprano
	Saxophone and Orchestra" sounded better than I had dared hope,
	as the last chord faded away the instructor grinned and shook
	my hand... What a feeling! Thinking about it now reminds me
	that I haven't done any serious writing since, somehow I've
	got to find the time...

	Mike

    (America)
    
    The Star Spangled Banner
    God Bless America
    The flag - just before sunset
    
    Pomp and Circumstance - as my last born walks down the isle at his
    High School Graduation
    
    People - who care
    
    

    It's a beautiful summer day.  Temperature is 85 degrees, bright sun,
    not a cloud in the sky, just a gentle breeze blowing.
    
    I'm behind the wheel of my new boat, heading south on Narragansett
    Bay with no particular destination.   The water is like glass - a
    perfect day for a powerboater.  ( Too bad sailors ! )  Hit the
    throttle to the max.   The bow rises rapidly as the hull begins
    to plane.  Ease off just a little to hold the boat on plane.  I
    turn and look at the wake trailing about a half mile behind my
    stern.  What a beautiful sight. Not another boat in view and I
    feel like I own the world, at least for just a few moments.   
    
    
    

What turns me on is great physical power and the control of power.  I
think this may be a common thread to many of the replies here.  Violent
thunderstorms, hurricanes, raging surf or rivers are all examples of
tremendous power I cannot control.  They impress me with their energy.
For maximum effect I like to get as close as possible without getting
hurt.

The control of power also turns me on.  Auto racing, aerobatic shows,
boat (power or sail) racing, for example, but also skiing, high diving
and rock climbing, where the power to be controlled is your own.  All of
the "control of power" examples are best when there is an element of
physical danger, and concentration and/or quick, unerring judgement is
required to overcome it.  To succeed at this kind of control, to feel
the rush, to stand tall afterwards and say, "I did it!", gives me one
of the most satisfying feelings I know.

Carl

    Fanfare to the Common Man -- Aaron Copeland
    Appalacian Spring -- also Copeland
    
    Any pre-1500 choral music (exception: madrigals)
    
    lt

    
                              Life

    Re .39: Yeah!
    
    Also, have you heard "Bergamasca" from "Ancient Airs and Dances,"
    by Respighi (sp?). I stumbled over it because it is the theme for
    the "Morning Pro Musica" radio show on WGBH (Boston), and it never
    fails to lift my spirits. Something about it says "Wake up, dance,
    enjoy..."
    
    The "Halleluja Chorus" is OK, too!
    
    -b

    What a GREAT topic!  This note is hard NOT to reply to.
    
    Like lots of folks here, I love a good rip-roaring thunder & lightning
    show on a summer night.
    
    ..walking alone on the beach, picking up beachglass and seashells--&
    that shivery, anticipatory feeling I get when I find a really "good"
    shell.
    
    ..waking up on a rainy Sat. with THE WHOLE DAY in front of me!
    
    ..a new Steven King book.
    
    ..a long, long walk on a windy day.
    
    ..finding the first spring flowers.
    
    ..watching one of my students gain confidence in themselves.
    
    ..kittens sleeping.
    
    ..my cat purring in my ear in the morning.
    
    ..chocolate croissants and coffee!!
    
    ..writing letters to friends.
    
    ..old Lon Chaney movies on a Sat. night--and cheese popcorn.
    
    ..adventures with a friend.
    
    ..dulcimer music.
    
    .."The Mikado" by Gilbert & Sullivan.
    
    ..new clothes, new shoes!!
    
    ..the smell of fresh bread.
    
    Well, I really could go on and on;  there are some wonderful notes
    in here, and it's nice to see one that's sooooo evocative!
    
    Thank you,
    
    Jane

    1. Spending a whole day with the kids
    
    2. Spending a whole day WITHOUT the kids
    
    -overworked Dave

    	Mozart's Symphony No. 29...  Just *thinking* about the 
        perfection of this piece of music uplifts my spirit!!!!!
        I was listening to it driving home yesterday and had to
    	crank the heater up to help combat the chills permeating
    	my body and the tears forming in my eyes!
    
    	A symphony so perfect and so utterly beautiful it almost 
    	hurts to listen to it.  (It is now triumphantly blasting
    	in my memory!!!)
    
    						Carla
    

    
    I started this note during the last snow storm and here we go again.
    
    I LOVE a snow storm!!!!!! This is a great day.  Drive safely everyone.
    
    Mary Ann

    Jupiter, from Holst's "the planets"
    
    

    Lots of musical turn ons here, mainly classical. A couple of 'soft
    rock' songs that do it for me:
    
    Lay Lady Lay - Bob Dylan
    Wonderful Tonight - Eric Clapton
    
    Anyone got any others in the same style ?
    
    Steve.

    RE.47 "Innuendo" from Michael Franks' new album, "The Camera Never
    Lies"

    re .47 and Dylan
    
    Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again
    Visions of Johanna
    Desolation Row (especially)
    
    put me in a strange place where I enjoy being

    Lady in Red - Chris Deberg
    
                          cj *->
    

    
    
    	Wanna Dance with Somebody  -  Whitney Houston
    
    
    			Steve

    Deep River Woman and Ballerina Girl by Lionel Richie
    
    Also Dancing on the Ceiling by Richie
    

    Skiing very fast with everything altogether in adverse
    weather conditions - thunderstorm, blizzard, hail, wind,
    thick fog ....

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Note 470.0                The feelings are in the face                No replies
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    	I've got an '82 Datsun 280ZX that's been off the road for about
    a year now.  Just thinking about getting it fixed, climbing into
    it on a warm, breezy summer day, popping Pink Floyd's Requiem of
    a Post War Dream in to the deck, taking off the T-tops and, then,
    taking of up the coast with no particular destination.
    
    	Just thinking of those days and the days to come gives me such
    a thrill.
    
    	Also, what's got to be my major turn on is faces.  Or, more
    specifically, facial expressions.  There's nothing much I enjoy more
    than watching people exhibit their feelings through their face.
    Whether it is bafflement, sorrow, joy, pain, love, laughter, desire,
    frustration, anger, or any of the other infinite emotions, that
    is my biggest turn on.  
    	Especially when I'm watching someone read one of my poems.  How
    that makes me feel is definitely one thing I can't put in writing.
    
    	I also like my neck sucked };^)
    
    	Brian

    What give me a charge is breaking new personal records in weight
    lifting and body building. Gettting the music up, putting every
    ounce of concentration into the music and the simple motion of pushing
    this weight. I feel the stress of the weight, then suddenly, slowly
    it lifts from the cradel into the air. The breathing stops, I hear
    the heart thumping, I hear the music playing faintly. 
    
    Other turn on's:
    
    -first snow falls
    -full moons on hot summer nights
    -long windy country roads that lead me away from the city
    -George Gershwin for when I return to the city
    -crisp fall days in New England
    -heavy metal (weights)
    
    George

    Wow! Great note.  Here's mine.
    
    Picture about 12 tons of sailboat on a reaching tack in a steady
    20 knot breeze.  You've got her all settled down in perfect trim
    - the sails are taut with no fluttering and have their optimum airfoil
    shape.  You are at the wheel gently guiding her on course.  The hull
    is gliding through the water with a gentle hissing sound leaving
    a creamy wake.  Even though you are not going real fast (maybe 7-8
    knots), there is something majestic about such a large mass moving
    silently by the power of the wind.  Ahh, heaven!
    
    Bruce

    re: .20
    
    	Hey Mike! Let me know if you get that Cat! I'll race you on
    	my sailboard... 
    
    	If the wind is up (20+ mph) I'll win, if not, you have half
    	a chance :^) :^) :^)
    
    			Robert.

	No way Robert.. The Cat will leave you in my wake!!

	Now if I only had $10k I'd get that McGregor(sp?) 26.  Sigh..

	Off to the Sailboat Show this week,

							mike

    ...Music in motion ...
    
    Tuning out the world and becoming one with the music...
    
    A stage to yourself and an audience on the edges of their
    seats...really does it all... 

    
    Also:
    
    Feeling one with nature, wilderness ..the woods, ...the 
    Wildlife.
    
    

    Valentine's Day - seeing Dizzy Gillespie and his multi-talented
    group from the fourth row.  And particularly their version of his
    masterpiece "Night in Tunisia".
    
    -so old, so wise, so talented, and so enchanting he was...
    
    
    Jody
    

Parallel and sychonous movements

	The Rockettes
	Marching bands and armies
	Wheat fields in the wind
	Three-D wireframe rotation
	Three-D wireframe rotation, especially when my perspective 
           rotates a different way, like a three-D earth rotating 
           west to easy while my viewpoint rotates south to north --
           aaahhhhhhhh!

.0  >.. any kind of violent forceful weather fascinated me.  

    Me too.  A roiling black cloud mass, 120 miles wide, falling over
    itself.  Wow.

      
           Riding the fastest production model free air snowmobile at
          the speed of sound over a frozen lake with a full moon over-
          head...
    
          sitting in a canoe next to an island on Moosehead Lake, Maine
          with a couple of brews under the moonlight, watching a cow
          and her young-un swimming across the lake (moose cow)...
    
           the night sky...
    
           watching the face of my 2 1/2 year old when she watches animals
           she's never seen before...
    
           long weekends and chopping wood...
    
    Tom
    
          

    		The Anticipation
    	The squeak of leather
    		The aroma of sweat
    	The Mount
    		The feeling of Control
    	The temporary 'oneness' via non-verbal communication
    		The appreciation of nature and 
    	importance of 'basics'
    
    Sounds sexual . . . doesn't it?  I'm not into beastiality, so my
    'turn-on' of Horseback riding is acceptable!
    
    Grew up on a farm with 5 horses . . now live by the bay (my other
    turn on) and aspire to have BOTH!!

    
    I'm back on the southern Chesapeake Bay on my Columbia 28, barely
    enough wind to fill the genny 150, the Bay like glass, the stereo
    playing some mellow country rock, a beer in hand, and soaking up
    the sun.
    
    Somehow my skin begins to tingle, and I notice off on the western
    horizon, the black clouds begin to grow. I know I have about 15
    minutes to get ready for the thunderstorm but the adrenaline is
    already beginning to take over. Time to change jibs and close up
    the boat.
    
    I barely get everything done when the first blast hits. Its always
    the worst and often almost lays the boat on her side. The lightning
    cracks and you swear it'll blow the aluminum mast apart, while the
    wind threatens to tear all the rigging off the boat. The shallow
    bay turns so choppy its impossible to move out of the cockpit
    without going overboard. After what seems forever, but is really
    only minutes, the rain comes. The wind dies, the chop almost 
    instantly flattens to pockmarked glass, the sails droop, and the
    boat rocks gently on the underlying swells, going nowhere.
    
    The rain washes off the sun sweat and slowly brings on a chill
    that wants me to put on a slicker, but I know in a few minutes
    the sun will break through the darkness of the storm and make
    the world right again.
    
    Sure enough, the gloom lifts, the sun returns, and I watch the 
    storm drifting east looking for other sails to tatter. I open 
    the boat back up, change the jib back to the 150, turn on the
    stereo, grab another beer, and continue cruising to Cape
    Charles, sailing under a hot summer sky.
    
    15 minutes on the boat through the storm and I've experienced
    just about every emotion known to man and always looking forward
    to doing it again.
    
    Dave
    

    what is it that makes life wonderful??
    
    hhmm....
    
    sailing on a smooth lake with just enough wind
    watching the sunset on a california beach after you have spent the
      whole day there.. with a great tan and a few burn spots!
    digging in the garden at the first sign of spring
    letting the summer breeze roam through my home
    sitting quietly listening to bach and cross-stitching
    taking a ride on a motorcycle on a warm sunny day
    watering those terrific flowers i planted in april
    eating soft serve ice cream with my three year old, while he smiles
      blissfully asking for more
    
    
    and anything else where stress in non-prevalant..

    Puting my earphones on and listening to the Moody Blues!
    
    (This is the Moody Blues - to be exact.)
    
    
    MAC
    

    re: .59
    	Mike,
    		Did you get a Cat? The season is starting! 20-25 mph
    		west winds today...
    
    				Robert.

       
       
       	Nope, still waiting for the $$ to come in from the motorcycle
       	accident!!!!  I REALLY want one too!!
       
       						mike

	Hearing my neice say my name for the first time....
    
    	During one of my long and lonely drives to N.Y. to 
    	see my honey, suddenly a great song comes on the radio
    	and fills my mind with memories, taking the loneliness
    	away for a few moments...
                              
    	Getting everyone in my family together for a celebration
    	or just to enjoy a day together... 
    
    	An exhilarating turn on?  Dancing, dancing and more
    	dancing!!!!!  Can't seem to get enough!!!
    
    	Great topic!!  
    
    	dt
    

    Remembering, What is the nature of Reality!
                
    "Emery Boddy loves Sam Boddy sometime."

    The William Tell Overture
    
    The music from CATS
    
    Watching a professional dancer making all those incredible moves
    so easily and wishing I could do that
    
    Downhill skiing (I've only recently gone from beginner to intermediate
                     so getting down the hill without falling a dozen
                     times is thrill in itself)
    
    
    Jan 

    re. a few notes back.
          I caught Dizzy Gillespie's quartet at the Casino club a few
    years back, what a performance by a true living LEGEND.
    
    The greatest turn on for me was when I had given a party about a
    year ago and everybody was having a great time. Half jokingly I
    had been asked by a couple of roudy partiers(sp?) to play something
    for them on my trumpet(which I had left on it's stand in the corner).
    Expecting me to squeal some unitelligible tune, I belted out Carnival
    of Venice like these people had never heard before. Just the sheer
    thought of these people, even the state that some of them were in,
    given me applause and recognition for being able to produce such
    beautiful music was the greatest feeling I have ever felt.
    
    I was in ecstasy just to think that my years of hard work and training
    was rewarded by a small, but immensely satisfying display of love
    and admiration. 
    
    What a rush! I spent the rest of the night being complimented by
    people whom I thought didn't think too much of me.
    
    Tony S.