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Sat, 11 Oct 2003 23:26:08 -0700
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RDT Right Now #1866
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Really Deep Thoughts Right Now Volume 03 : Issue #1866
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Tori Amos, "Thoughts"
In this issue:
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not gonna shortchange you [ "ms. jessica parsons" <fullblownlif ]
Unidentified subject! [ Tara Hughes <torilovr13@yahoo.com> ]
Colorblind and Breakable [ "Beth Coulter" <betheqt@voicenet.co ]
very short [ "Gabriela Kulka" <gabakulka@wp.pl> ]
....... [ Linda <lindagyne@yahoo.com> ]
Little Red Riding Hood for 2003 (lon [ "Beth Coulter" <betheqt@voicenet.co ]
Positive thinking Works!!! [ "Beth Coulter" <betheqt@voicenet.co ]
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Date: Wed, 08 Oct 2003 19:06:04 -0700
From: "ms. jessica parsons" <fullblownlife@hotmail.com>
To: rdtrn@torithoughts.org
Subject: not gonna shortchange you
ok the digests have been pretty skimpy lately...so...hope everyone is
okay...
monday night i came home from seeing "school of rock" to learn that 3 girls
i am friends with did coke in my room that night. they left gross bloody
tissues in our trash. i am really pissed off about it. why would anyone do
coke in someone else's room without their permission? why would you do coke,
anyway? so, that was bad enough and then one of them called me crying really
badly. it turns out that when she comes down from coke, she gets really
suicidal. i had to go over there and try to make her feel better. but it was
really scary because obviously when someone is on coke or any kind of drug
they don't think clearly. so she wanted to kill herself. her fiancee and i
were trying to help her feel better but it was awful. then i started crying
because it was so sad. one of the girls that was in my room that did it
lives in our house. i debated telling someone with more authority....but i
guess i'm not going to. i really feel that my morals are being compromised
and i feel pretty violated that someone would do something like that in my
room. my roommate is also mad but she is trying to let go. :( anyway....it's
really been bugging me and if anyone has any advice, that'd be great. 2 of
the girls apologized to me but i still feel weird.
-jessica
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Date: Wed, 8 Oct 2003 20:48:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tara Hughes <torilovr13@yahoo.com>
To: rdtrn@torithoughts.org
Subject: Unidentified subject!
i haven't posted in a long time, but i saw something
tonight i had to reply to.
bethany wrote about her sunday night.
>>so i saw Howie Day yesterday at the TLA here in
Philadelphia.<<
i was there on saturday night, and that show was just
as great. i had such an awesome time.
>>it's hard to believe that Tori played the TLA at one
point (i think the LE and UtP tours, IIRC), since it's
such a tiny little smoky place.<<
it really was. i had no idea, since i'd never been
there before. but it was nice to stand about halfway
back and be able to see really well.
>>Funny, there was this chick opening for Howie, her
name was Charlotte Martin. She seemed like a poor
man's Tori Amos (except blonde). The postures, the
singing, even her technique on the piano was similar.
i only caught the last song of her set, a cover of
"Black Hole Sun". it was rather amusing.<<
i bought her ep (but didn't see her perform). her
website talks about how she's really like Tori. her
music is kind of neat, really bare, perhaps needs some
work. i got to meet her, too. really nice.
anyway, i have been hiding for quite awhile, now. i
graduated college, am still living at home, finishing
up my elementary certification. fun stuff. yeah,
right. oh, and i watched vh1's '25 greatest
commercials' today, and have 'domo arigato, mr.
roboto' (that's all of the song) stuck in my head.
but, oh, one last thing.
>>you give me miles and miles of mountains
and i ask for the sea
(damien rice)<<
yes! his album is really, really good.
back to lurkdom,
tara
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Date: Thu, 9 Oct 2003 00:00:07 -0400
From: "Beth Coulter" <betheqt@voicenet.com>
To: "RDT Right Now" <rdtrn@torithoughts.org>
Subject: Colorblind and Breakable
The first two tracks on a new mix album I made myself. Yes, sad songs,
followed up with "Everybody Hurts". Do I sound depressed? No shit. It
started as a rough week and is only getting worse, which must mean it has to
start getting better, right? I don't even know where to begin or why even
bother writing about it.
The Peace Party: It's a week from Friday. Last Friday, I was told two
clubs were sponsoring us, which meant we had the money we needed, and I
didn't have to worry about it any more. Which let me worry about other
things, like refreshments, and food/sleeping arrangements for the band.
This morning, I woke to find an email from the Dean of Student Affairs
saying if I didn't have the money NOW, the event would be canceled. I was
shocked. Many emails flew between us, but since I didn't know any answers,
it wasn't a successful effort. I finally said that *I* would pay the $325
out of pocket if the school would get my student loan to me this week. She
wrote back that I can't use my money for that purpose. Student Government
met tonight, so maybe I'll know something positive tomorrow. But I'm at a
loss. I have such a personal stake in this at this point, that I'm going to
have a hard time accepting it's canceled because of stupid shit.
What else is wrong? Not much, except that I rushed up to school Monday
morning to get the CD of *my* professors interview on Meet the Professors,
so that I could finally make him his copy. In a snap judgment, I dialed his
extension from the radio studio and left a voice mail saying that I could
drop off the interview on Tuesday, or we could meet that evening for a drink
and I'd give it to him then. Needless to say, I haven't heard a word back
from him. I dropped off the package for him outside his office Tuesday
night, he wasn't there. I don't know if he got it. I get so tired even
caring. I don't understand the game he is playing.
He looks at me when I am not looking at him. He makes direct eye contact
with me whenever we talk, something he doesn't do with other people I'm
told. He calls me by name as often as possible, not a trait I've seen in
his classes. And I got some pictures of the panel at the teach-in
that...well...three of the pictures is when I am talking, while standing in
front of the others. 4 members of the panel are looking down, making notes
or sitting with their eyes closed. *My* professors eyes are glued on me in
each shot, his face a study of varied expressions. In one, it's like there
is a ribbon of electricity visible between his gaze and my back. My friend
who burns the interviews from cassette for me told me that when he was her
advisor last year, she'd never heard him talk with someone like he was
talking with me. The free flow, instant rapport was obvious to her. I
finally told her how I felt and she said she could understand why I think
he's interested. There is something there. The interview was full of
innuendo. She did reassure me however that in no way do I betray my
feelings when I speak of him around others. I'm very glad of that.
I left him a note with the interview asking him to attend the Peace Party.
He's been hedging (which means he doesn't want to), so I asked him to come
for a little while, as a personal favor to me, because it would "please me
greatly" for him to be there. It would be so ironic for him to accept, only
to have the party canceled on me. Such irony may kill me.
Fairy Blessings,
Bethey
I'm OK when Everything's not OK
cause it's the Fairies Revenge they say
And I have always been a Fairy.
www.bethcoulter.com
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Date: Thu, 9 Oct 2003 08:40:43 +0200
From: "Gabriela Kulka" <gabakulka@wp.pl>
To: "RDT Right Now" <rdtrn@torithoughts.org>
Subject: very short
"Only 5 tracks on
the DVD? Why bother? "
Sound and picture quality? Maybe?
toodles, gaba
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Date: Thu, 9 Oct 2003 14:57:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Linda <lindagyne@yahoo.com>
To: rdtrn@torithoughts.org
Subject: .......
woj posted from some MTV article thingy:
"Amos further pushed the creepy envelope when her
playing became so frenzied that she could be seen on
the FleetCenter's giant video screen drooling onto her
grand piano."
Haha, classic Tori. I would have loved to see that in
person.
For the "how do you pray" question-- I've been meaning
to answer this, because it occurred to me recently
that I pray in a variety of ways. If someone is sick,
and I'm worried about them, I'll play the piano for
hours and hours... always adding in songs like "He",
which was performed by Al Hibbler.
(Lyrics, in case you're wondering, are:
He can turn the tides and calm the angry sea
He alone decides who writes a symphony
He lights ev'ry star that makes the darkness bright
He keeps watch all through each long and lonely night
He still finds the time to hear a child's first prayer
Saint or sinner calls and always finds him there
'Though it makes him sad to see the way we live
He'll always say "I forgive"
He can touch a tree and turn the leaves to gold
He knows every lie that you and I have told
'Though it makes him sad to see the way we live
He'll always say "I forgive")
Another way that I'll pray is to go for a walk in the
woods... I think this is more a faery-related thing...
the concept that by simply appreciating nature and
it's beauty, that I'm somehow thanking the
powers-that-be.
And if there is no higher power, at least it makes me
feel better, and more alive and thankful for what I
have. And I think that's what praying is about
anyway.
Coops-- so wait, this woman at the pharmacy was the
little redhaired girl??? Even if not, that's an
amazing story that she'd recognize you (not to mention
a little strange that she's noticed you for who knows
how long and waited until then to work up the nerve to
say something). Very interesting story.
Yah, so I'm going to take a nap before I have to go
back to teaching.
byes,
~Linda~
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Date: Thu, 9 Oct 2003 19:54:21 -0400
From: "Beth Coulter" <betheqt@voicenet.com>
To: "RDT Right Now" <rdtrn@torithoughts.org>
Subject: Little Red Riding Hood for 2003 (long, you should print it out)
Little Red Riding Hood
There once was a young person named Little Red Riding Hood who lived
on the edge of a large forest full of endangered owls and rare plants that
would probably provide a cure for cancer if only someone took the time to
study them.
Red Riding Hood lived with a nurture giver whom she sometimes referred to
as "mother", although she didn't mean to imply by this term that she would
have
thought less of the person if a close biological link did not in fact exist.
Nor did she intend to denigrate the equal value of nontraditional
households,
although she was sorry if this was the impression conveyed.
One day her mother asked her to take a basket of organically grown fruit and
mineral water to her grandmother's house.
"But mother, won't this be stealing work from the unionized people who
have struggled for years to earn the right to carry all packages between
various people in the woods?"
Red Riding Hood's mother assured her that she had called the union boss
and gotten a special compassionate mission exemption form.
"But mother, aren't you oppressing me by ordering me to do this?"
Red Riding Hood's mother pointed out that it was impossible for womyn
to oppress each other, since all womyn were equally oppressed until all
womyn were free.
"But mother, then shouldn't you have my brother carry the basket, since
he's an oppressor, and should learn what it's like to be oppressed?"
And Red Riding Hood's mother explained that her brother was attending
a special rally for animal rights, and besides, this wasn't stereotypical
womyn's work, but an empowering deed that would help engender a
feeling of community.
"But won't I be oppressing Grandma, by implying that she's sick and
hence unable to independently further her own selfhood?"
But Red Riding Hood's mother explained that her grandmother wasn't
actually sick or incapacitated or mentally handicapped in any way,
although that was not to imply that any of these conditions were
inferior to what some people called "health".
Thus Red Riding Hood felt that she could get behind the idea of delivering
the basket to her grandmother, and so she set off.
Many people believed that the forest was a foreboding and dangerous
place, but Red Riding Hood knew that this was an irrational fear based on
cultural paradigms instilled by a patriarchal society that regarded
the natural world as an exploitable resource, and hence believed that
natural predators were in fact intolerable competitors.
Other people avoided the woods for fear of thieves and deviants, but
Red Riding Hood felt that in a truly classless society all marginalized
peoples
would be able to "come out" of the woods and be accepted as valid
lifestyle role models.
On her way to Grandma's house, Red Riding Hood passed a woodchopper, and
wandered off the path, in order to examine some flowers.
She was startled to find herself standing before a Wolf, who asked her what
was in her basket.
Red Riding Hood's teacher had warned her never to talk to strangers,
but she was confident in taking control of her own budding sexuality, and
chose to dialogue with the Wolf.
She replied, "I am taking my Grandmother some healthful snacks in a gesture
of solidarity."
The Wolf said, "You know, my dear, it isn't safe for a little girl to walk
through these woods alone."
Red Riding Hood said, "I find your sexist remark offensive in the extreme,
but
I will ignore it because of your traditional status as an outcast from
society,
the stress of which has caused you to develop an alternative and yet
entirely
valid worldview. Now, if you'll excuse me, I would prefer to be on my way."
Red Riding Hood returned to the main path, and proceeded towards her
Grandmother's house.
But because his status outside society had freed him from slavish adherence
to
linear, Western-style thought, the Wolf knew of a quicker route to Grandma's
house.
He burst into the house and ate Grandma, a course of action affirmative of
his nature as a predator.
Then, unhampered by rigid, traditionalist gender role notions, he put on
Grandma's nightclothes, crawled under the bedclothes, and awaited
developments.
Red Riding Hood entered the cottage and said,
"Grandma, I have brought you some cruelty free snacks to salute you in your
role of wise and nurturing matriarch."
The Wolf said softly "Come closer, child, so that I might see you."
Red Riding Hood said, "Goddess! Grandma, what big eyes you have!"
"You forget that I am optically challenged."
"And Grandma, what an enormous, what a fine nose you have."
"Naturally, I could have had it fixed to help my acting career, but I didn't
give in to such societal pressures, my child."
"And Grandma, what very big, sharp teeth you have!"
The Wolf could not take any more of these specist slurs, and, in a reaction
appropriate for his accustomed milieu, he leaped out of bed, grabbed
Little Red Riding Hood, and opened his jaws so wide that she could see
her poor Grandmother cowering in his belly.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Red Riding Hood bravely shouted. "You
must request my permission before proceeding to a new level of intimacy!"
The Wolf was so startled by this statement that he loosened his grasp on
her.
At the same time, the woodchopper burst into the cottage, brandishing an ax.
"Hands off!" cried the woodchopper.
"And what do you think you're doing?" cried Little Red Riding Hood. "If I
let
you help me now, I would be expressing a lack of confidence in my own
abilities,
which would lead to poor self esteem and lower achievement scores on college
entrance exams."
"Last chance, sister! Get your hands off that endangered species! This
is an FBI sting!" screamed the woodchopper, and when Little Red Riding
Hood nonetheless made a sudden motion, he sliced off her head.
"Thank goodness you got here in time," said the Wolf. "The brat and her
grandmother lured me in here. I thought I was a goner."
"No, I think I'm the real victim, here," said the woodchopper. "I've been
dealing with my anger ever since I saw her picking those protected flowers
earlier. And now I'm going to have such a trauma. Do you have any
aspirin?"
"Sure," said the Wolf.
"Thanks."
"I feel your pain," said the Wolf, and he patted the woodchopper on his
firm, well padded back, gave a little belch, and said "Do you have any
Maalox?"
Thomas E. Maloney
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Date: Fri, 10 Oct 2003 21:15:42 -0400
From: "Beth Coulter" <betheqt@voicenet.com>
To: "RDT Right Now" <rdtrn@torithoughts.org>
Subject: Positive thinking Works!!!
A quick, wonderful update:
The Peace Party is on for October 17th! Funding, food and advertising are
taken care of. I hate the politics of the system, but I'm glad by playing
the game, I managed to win. Well, that, and TONS of positive thinking. I
believe therefore it becomes reality.
Why can't it work that way with My professor? *sigh*
I need help. The musician, Nefrit, and her drummer are Vegan. What can I
feed them? I need to give them a light pre-show dinner, late snack and an
early breakfast. Any and all responses welcome.
Fairy Blessings,
Bethey
I'm OK when Everything's not OK
cause it's the Fairies Revenge they say
And I have always been a Fairy.
www.bethcoulter.com
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