Archived Messages from November 6, 1999 to November 20, 1999


Jerry A.G. Ericsson jerrag@sd.cybernex.net Sat Nov 20 20:34:21 PST 1999

Note this is not my work, just got it in an E-mail from a friend, but thought you might enjoy it.

The Turkey Shot Out of the Oven...

The turkey shot out of the oven
And rocketed into the air,
It knocked every plate off the table
And partly demolished a chair.

It ricocheted into a corner
And burst with a deafening boom,
Then splattered all over the kitchen,
Completely obscuring the room.

It stuck to the walls and the windows,
It totally coated the floor,
There was turkey attached to the ceiling,
Where there'd never been turkey before.

It blanketed every appliance,
It smeared every saucer and bowl,
There wasn't a way I could stop it,
That turkey was out of control.

I scraped and I scrubbed with displeasure,
And thought with chagrin as I mopped,
That I'd never again stuff a turkey
With popcorn that hadn't been popped.

Jerry


Jack Beslanwitch jack@forwriters.com Sat Nov 20 18:15:57 PST 1999

Hello everyone: Glad to see how SM is progressing. Fran and I have been discussing separate plot ideas and Fran has one in mind with a tenative title 'The Way To A Man's Heart' My own is in the works, but work is encroaching for the moment. Take care everyone. Speaking non SM cooking, just went on the first phase of Thanksgiving shopping. I am doing the cooking and will be doing a honey brined 18 pound turkey, mashed potatoes, the ultimate pumpkin pie which includes apricot preserves lining the crust with rum laced whip cream and a few other choice tidbits. It has been a while since I could carve up the time to just flat out cook. This will be fun. I will get a picture for everyone to see. If it comes out like on the cover of Bon Appetit it should be wonderful. For those outside of the US, next Thursday is the US Thanksgiving holiday. A welcome excuse to pig out...er...be a gourmand among friends.



Sat Nov 20 17:47:41 PST 1999

Hi Everybody,
EDDIE:- Your story is wonderful. It made me laugh and I could picture it all so clearly. I am really looking forward to the next installment. It also made me want to eat a steaming hot roast dinner with the works. Not cook it mind, just eat it.

JERRY:-That snickers story was wonderful, I keep saying that word, wonderful. I could have said terrific but I figured it would probably mean the same thing. Well you have both inspired me I can feel another something? coming on.

ALLIEN:- Where are you??? I used to love reading your entries and now you just pop in and out. I know you write in funnies, but it's not the same as you writing. Come back.

RACHEL:- I am going to apply myself and try that self discipline thing again & write another story. (I had 'try to write' there to start with, but I deleted it. I wanted to sound more positive.)

AMERICO:- Just from your notebook entries I know that you are a very poetic writer. When is your story going in? Did you find the poet you were looking for?

JAI:- Where are you?

LAURA:- Hi. Good story. Did you find the manuscipt?

Wow, that was a mouthful. Hello everybody else. I hope you all have a wonderful day and may the muse be with you.
Till next time.
Adieu.


Eddie French eddiefrench@email.com http://www.efrench.freeserve.co.uk Sat Nov 20 16:01:27 PST 1999

Hi all,
SM** is looking good so far.
I have just posted the second installment of Jack Dooleys' days onto SM**. This one is Sundays dinner. (Only five more to do) I may even get to the upper word limit by the seventh day!
Later,
Ed


Jerry A.G. Ericsson jerrag@sd.cybernex.net http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Lofts/9304 Sat Nov 20 15:29:44 PST 1999

Dropped off another delicious tid-bit at SM** - this one is for real, it is a recipe for one of the greatest dishes I have ever tasted (and I have tasted almost everything). Just writing about it makes my mouth water. Hope you enjoy it.


Americo agsousa@esoterica.pt Sat Nov 20 13:51:08 PST 1999

Lerry Lee,

Is "Lester Newcombe's Short Life" a better title than "A Night to Remember?" ? That seems to be the only question you must put yourself when considering the validity of your story for SM**. The FNG Lester was more interested in photos than in food, but I'm sure "the tiger enjoyed her meal" (a tigress then...) — and put the story into the strawberries box. Well done, Jerry. I hope you'll give us more of that in the near future.

Here's a nice passage of your text:

"Lester laid there for a minute as his senses came back in spurts. The first to return was smell. The stench of the jungle that he'd noticed when the airplane door had opened was now fully in his consciousness. He lay stone still, primal knowledge of something very nasty all around him. Then came his sight. The colors of the hole he was in registered as completely foreign to the rancid smell in his nose. It was shades of beautiful green. It was a palette of color that inspired artists to paint masterpieces. Appreciation of the hues around him overshadowed the stench in his nostrils and he enjoyed himself until feeling crept back."

Smell, sight, feeling in general ...The senses at play. That's what SW** is about. We did not even need the tiger to complete the story.

Jerry Ericcson,

The Joy of Snickers™
The ™ is important. Your story led me to the supermarket to buy some snickers. I'll eat them for breakfast and make great use of the calories that come with the chocolate, carmel and peanuts. All of it for 250 escudos ($1.20 more or less). How could I lived without snickers? You only know what you haved missed when you read a fine story like this one. Perhaps not so impressive as "Dinner with Father" but quite enjoyable. Jerry, forget about computers and Linux. Your future is literature.

After these two stories of Vietnman warriers converted in happy time to the muses, we are looking forward to the contributions of Allein, Xavier, Avatar, Sqrl, Weston, Rhoda, Steve, Jai, Jack, Fran, Howard ...

Here's Jon, interrupting as usual:
" Did you say Fran and Howard?"
" Yes, Jon."
"And why not Stephen King?"
"Stephen King? Do you think he would have the guts to compete with us?"
"I know what you mean. Forget it."



Laura Milanovich Laura97224@go.com Sat Nov 20 11:54:12 PST 1999

Hi everyone. I just signed up for the Workbook and have posted the first half of my first scene. I just thought I would see how everyone here is since I don't know most of you.
Hi I'm Laura, my favorite main character to write is Curtis.


Jon, PPR Sat Nov 20 05:38:23 PST 1999

I smell something new in the SW** heavenly retreat (have I plagiarized anyone here, the word retreat, perhaps, Eddie?). I'll go check and come back in due time, with wonderful (or terrible) news.

Kisses all around.

Jon, PPR (publicity and public relations department)


Americo agsousa@esoterica.pt Sat Nov 20 05:34:20 PST 1999

Jerry Ericsson (and everybody):

there is no limit for the stories each contributor can publish in SM**. Actually I expect to have at least 200 pages in 2 months. This means that we need more collaborators or/and more stories.

I am heppy to see how the project is doing well at last. It's difficult to write short-stories and not all great novelists have a talent for shorties. I am not a great novelist (yet...) but when I see a seegul flying I immediately think of a 500 pages novel, and not of a short story. I told this to Rhoda some time ago. This is another reason for us all to practice the short-story genre (is this a genre, a subgenre? we use these words with different meanings in the different cultures and countries of the world.)

Bye, people. Happy Saturday.


Teekay. Fri Nov 19 21:25:58 PST 1999

After SM* is completed maybe we should try for a creepy stories collaborative writing project. I've never tried horror writing before, but I looooove reading it.

Am going to check out SM* now and see what's happening there.

ciao.


Jerry A.G. Ericsson jerrag@sd.cybernex.net http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Lofts/9304 Fri Nov 19 20:46:04 PST 1999

Dropped another off at SM** - think it will fit the theme, at least hope so.


Jerry A.G. Ericsson jerrag@sd.cybernex.net Fri Nov 19 18:44:54 PST 1999

WOW - SM** is going together very nicely - great job people, only question I have is how many contributions per person? - Been playing around with a couple others but haven't finished them yet - my last was kind of off the top of my head, and it went together almost by itself, somethimes it works like that, other times it becomes work, I guess that is life - anyhow great jobs people.

Jerry


rlh startiki@hotmail.com Fri Nov 19 18:16:40 PST 1999

TGIF gang!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Honestly, I like to deliver parts for NAPA. I usually make up to 45 deliveries a day around town. Some trips may last up to an hour, especially on busy days, others may take only a couple of minutes. Our store is popular in town and we usually run 4,000 to 5,000 bucks per day. My little pickup is a small, white Chevy complete with AC, AM/FM, tape player. It is gaily decorated with the NAPA decals and easily recgonizable. Why am I telling you this? Because local folks who see me buzzing through town delivering starters or alternators think I'm only delivering automobile supplies.

Wrong.

I'm writing, as fast and as hard as I can. I stick in a rock or country tape depending upon what section of the novel I'm working on and get down. (Ray Price for emotion; Grand Funk for action) You see, the writing is in my head. I've completed several scenes this week, developed plots and sub-plots, added characters and motives. I zipped to the library today and checked out a couple books I will need this weekend for reference material. That's why I like to deliver repair parts. The money's not that good, my retirement check makes up the difference though. I can write...in my head...as I drive. Hey, nothing to it... ain't life grand. As I hand a greasy mechanic a PS Pump he doesn't realize the guy standing before him is busily writing a novel. I love it.


Rhonda: Check my e-mail for you.


rlh startiki@hotmail.com Fri Nov 19 18:16:30 PST 1999

TGIF gang!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Honestly, I like to deliver parts for NAPA. I usually make up to 45 deliveries a day around town. Some trips may last up to an hour, especially on busy days, others may take only a couple of minutes. Our store is popular in town and we usually run 4,000 to 5,000 bucks per day. My little pickup is a small, white Chevy complete with AC, AM/FM, tape player. It is gaily decorated with the NAPA decals and easily recgonizable. Why am I telling you this? Because local folks who see me buzzing through town delivering starters or alternators think I'm only delivering automobile supplies.

Wrong.

I'm writing, as fast and as hard as I can. I stick in a rock or country tape depending upon what section of the novel I'm working on and get down. (Ray Price for emotion; Grand Funk for action) You see, the writing is in my head. I've completed several scenes this week, developed plots and sub-plots, added characters and motives. I zipped to the library today and checked out a couple books I will need this weekend for reference material. That's why I like to deliver repair parts. The money's not that good, my retirement check makes up the difference though. I can write...in my head...as I drive. Hey, nothing to it... ain't life grand. As I hand a greasy mechanic a PS Pump he doesn't realize the guy standing before him is busily writing a novel. I love it.


Rhonda: Check my e-mail for you.


Jerry Lee jerryleejr@xoommail.com http://members.onecenter.com/scifi/jerrylee/ Fri Nov 19 17:50:53 PST 1999

Yo all!

I went to see the entries in the SM area and felt compelled to add one of my own. They are all so good, I hope my contribution doesn't bring down the standard too much.

Jon,
I think you will enjoy it if none else do.

Take care.
Jerry Lee


Rhoda rfort@arn.net Fri Nov 19 17:18:51 PST 1999

I am having kitty problems. This kitten has adopted us and my kids are smitten. They have named this creature Noel. She is sitting on my lap asleep and purring. We haven't fed her. We won't do that until we decide what is to be done with her. What will we do if she belongs to someone else or if my husband decides she must go to the pound?

Oh dear, I am sucumbing to her spell.

Happy writing!

Rhoda


Rachel Fri Nov 19 16:32:08 PST 1999

Americo - I don't think I have ever seen a soccer game like that...
Take care you
Rachel


Teekay Fri Nov 19 16:02:48 PST 1999

EDDY:- I just tried the chat room again and this time got in with no problem. Of course I'm the only one in there though.


Teekay jtman@lisp.com.au Fri Nov 19 15:58:05 PST 1999

AMERICO:- RUMBALLS is fine with me as a title. I thought I was doing brilliant things with all those comma's and exclamation marks and such, but of course you can edit it.

EDDY:- Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou. As for the chat room, I tried getting in a couple of minutes ago and the same thing happened to me.


Americo Fri Nov 19 15:51:06 PST 1999

Okay. mummy. I'll stop. Actually I need to have some food. I had forgotten that little detail of one's daily routine.

Then I'll watch some soccer. Love it. Quite relaxing. Love it mainly when the players start fighting and the referee runs away to ask the protection of the police. But what is really wonderful is when the police also have to flee. And if all the city starts running to the mountains, well, I die of pleasure. After I die I usually do not feel anything else. But on the next morning I wake up.

Jon is not enjoying this conversation. He is so involved with SW** that he cannot even hear about S* But I like S*, S** and S(occer).

Good night, all.


Rachel danolson@sprint.ca Fri Nov 19 15:12:42 PST 1999

Hi all

Americo - Hi you:) I am fine and trust that you are having a lovely weekend. I plan to finish reading "To The Lighthouse" over the next day or so. I am enjoying it. Oh, and if you are working on Shadows I want you to stop right now! Take a break for two seconds and have some fun, okay?
Take care you
Rachel


Americo Fri Nov 19 11:48:49 PST 1999

Rhoda : I received your two Jennies. I'll read them later. Have a nice hot drink.
Rachel : how are you ? I am fine, thank you. I hope you are fine as well. Happy weekend.
Xavier : welcome back.
Everybody: good day and good night and good writing and good bye.


Rachel danolson@sprint.ca Fri Nov 19 09:10:46 PST 1999

Xavier! Hi you, I am happy to hear that you are recovering. Sounded like a pretty nasty crash. I also miss chatting. Feel free to drop me an e-mail any time. It is so strange that you post today. I was thinking about you just yesterday and wondering how you were doing. I'm glad you made a visit to the notebook
Take care you
Rachel


Xavier Hemidal@excite.com Fri Nov 19 07:58:39 PST 1999

Hello, hello!

It's been a while since I've had the opportunity to post herein, so I will take this chance to do so.

I'm still kicking, and recovering quite well from my accident involving a car, some fierce acceleration, and a large rock. I am glad to see that things are apace here and that all seems well. Sadly, I still do not have internet access from my house, but I will hopefully rectify that matter soon enough. I haven't done much writing either, but visiting this site always inspires me to do so. Not much else really, just a big hello.

Unto Americo: I did not open the file, but I'm sure you are correct. Thanks for sending it.

Unto Allein: I must say, I think some of the things you write are quite funny. I have been cought laughing out loud in the library while reading them (incuring stern looks from the old ladys that work here!)

Unto Rachel: Just a hello, I miss our 'Talks'.

Lastly, unto Jack: Whatever you have done to this website looks great! It was always a quality job in my book, but lately it is awsome. Keep up the good work!

Ok, thats it for me.


"Sure I've heard of cows. There's a big bunch of them over there!" HA HA- I love it!


Xavier


Allein allein_anderson@hotmail.com http://alleinanderson.8m.com Fri Nov 19 06:57:28 PST 1999

Here's some more of Allein's funnies:

A young man visiting a dude ranch was being shown around by
one of the hired hands. As they were walking through the
barnyard, the visitor tried starting a conversation: "Say,
look at that big bunch of cows."

The hired hand replied, "Not bunch, it's a herd."

"Heard what?"

"Herd of cows."

"Sure, I've heard of cows," exclaimed the city slicker,
"There's a big bunch of 'em right over there."

[NOTE: This is not a personal story. I got it off the net.]

I was taking a shower when my 2-year old son came into the
bathroom and wrapped himself in toilet paper. Although he
made a mess, he looked adorable, so I ran for my camera and
took a few shots.

They came out so well that I had copies made and included one
with each of our Christmas cards. Days later, a relative
called, laughing hysterically, and suggesting I take a closer
look.

Puzzled, I stared at the photo and was shocked to discover
that in addition to my son, I had captured my reflection in
the mirror, wearing nothing but a camera.

Allein



Eddie French eddiefrench@email.com http://www.efrench.freeserve.co.uk Thu Nov 18 18:53:34 PST 1999

Hi all,
Just logged on to say goodnight.
Teekay,
You never said in which application you were trying to insert the copywright symbol:
In Word, just scroll through your fonts menu until you find 'System'. The copywrite symbol is in there.
You can also use the Insert menu and chooses 'Special Character', you will soon see how to do it.
Using Front Page Express for html docs, just use the Insert key and choose special character, you will be presented with a number of options. You should be able to work out what to do from there.
Got to go. Must catch up with the submissions in SM**
By the way, My browser does not seem to like the volcano chat button. (Nothing happens when I press it!)
Perhaps it will work later.
Ed


Americo agsousa@esoterica.pt Thu Nov 18 18:22:26 PST 1999

Teekay, so you are a woman? Lovely!

I liked your story. But I think I have to edit it a little. You do not mind, do you? Just commas and that sort of thing.

I thought that "RUMBALLS" would be a good title. Of course, you are the author and you'll have the last word.

Here's Jon scratching my leg. Speak, Jon:

Here's Jon speaking: when A* says you have the last word that means, last but one. The last word is mine.

Well, Teekay; you heard him! But do not pay attention. Just tell me what title you want for your story.

BTW: I would like to, very seriously, greet all the authors of the stories published in SM** so far. They are really very good!

Here's Jon again: Yes, surprisingly good.

Shut up, Jon.

And now for the record: "Shadows in a Dream" must be completely organized this coming week. Then it will be just to put the commas in their right place (which will take some time yet -- it's over 300 pages!)


Allein allein_anderson@hotmail.com http://alleinanderson.8m.com Thu Nov 18 18:12:19 PST 1999

Laura - Welcome! :) Hope you find that manuscript soon.

Rachel - Hi you. I'm gonna work on writting you an e-mail (shouldn't take too long). Report cards come out tomorrow which means the majority of my friends will be grounded. I won't be grounded because I'm getting good grades - I'm so happy! :)
Allein


Rachel Thu Nov 18 17:11:03 PST 1999

Hi Laura - Welcome. I have a question for you. Is your manuscript lost in your house or outside your house? I once thought that I had lost a story. I almost had a fit, well, okay, I had a fit (grins). I was sweating buckets. I thought that my manuscript had been handed in to my husbands employer with his monthly reports! Not that the story was poor or anything like that. It was a good story, I just wasn't ready to have anybody else read it. In the end it turned out that I had put it away in a different place than usual. I hope that is what has happened with you. Just misplaced and not out and out lost.
Take care you
Rachel


Laura Milanovich Laura97224@go.com Thu Nov 18 15:18:14 PST 1999

Hi. Just thought I'd share my woes with the writhing world. I just lost my most recent copy of my Manuscript. AArg! this is frustrating. I need it back.

Where oh where has my manuscript gone, where oh where can it be?


Rachel Thu Nov 18 15:17:35 PST 1999

Teekay - I sometimes suffer from that million idea thing. I used to have it all the time, but it sort of seems to be easing up so that I can concentrate on things that I am working on. I always have lots of story ideas, but what I will do is just jot down a few quick notes and then leave it and keep on with what I am doing. I used to stop for every idea and open a file and start on the story. Yikes, you just don't want to know how many stories I have on the go (grins). What I have discovered is that if I am firm with myself I can get any writing project done in a set space of time, I just have to give myself a deadline, or have one given to me. I guess I am developing this self discipline thing that I have heard about from different writers. It seems to be working pretty good, now lets see if it lasts (grins). Thanks for the words about my story.

Take care you
Rachel


Laura Milanovich Laura97224@go.com Thu Nov 18 15:16:30 PST 1999


Teekay Thu Nov 18 14:30:22 PST 1999

JON:- Have posted my story. Sorry I forgot to give it a name. Right now I can't even think of one so I'll get back to you.

RACHEL:- Thanks. I read and liked your story as well. It seemed so sweetly innocent. It's interesting to see all the different writing styles emerging. And isn't it a great feeling to finally have it completed and posted? Even if it's crappy it still makes me feel that I've achieved something. Usually I suffer from the same thing Eddy says he suffers from,that is having a million stories running around in my head and then you start one and then another takes over and so you just put it aside so it was good to be under a bit of pressure to actually finish something. Thanks to for tuning into the chat room, but I dare say I was snoting my head off at that time. Never mind, I keep trying.


Rachel Thu Nov 18 11:14:14 PST 1999

Teekay - Yum, yum, yum, yum, rum, uh, I mean yum (grins). Nice story.

Take care you
Rachel

PS - I checked the chat room for yah, but didn't see you in there.


Rachel danolson@sprint.ca Thu Nov 18 08:50:38 PST 1999

Hi all

Americo - Thank you.

Take care all
Rachel


Jon, PPR Thu Nov 18 05:45:00 PST 1999

Please announce your posts in SM** if you want me to know that there is something new there. And do not forget giving a title to your stories.

I'll come back later.

Jon


Americo agsousa@esoterica.pt Thu Nov 18 05:30:04 PST 1999

"Strawberries and Dreams"

Bingo. Five points.

While I was thinking that it would be impossible to surpass Eddie's text and Jerry's short-story (a piece that deserves publication in any anthology of the world), Rachel nervously posts "Strawberries and Dreams".

Rachel, I do not tire reading your text. You have discovered your voice and your style.


Teekay Thu Nov 18 03:39:29 PST 1999

Proverb for the millenium:-
'Lonliness is an empty chat room'
sigh..


Teekay Thu Nov 18 03:16:36 PST 1999

Back again- I just thought of another question. If you minimize the chat room do you still get the alerts. I'm asking this because when I maximize it to see if anything is going on there is a message there saying it was closed.

Except for once when I found Eddy there I felt like I was in a lonely deserted alley, kicking around the rubbish bins hoping for a sign of life. There weren't even any stray cats there.


Teekay Thu Nov 18 03:02:24 PST 1999

Hi All - Does anybody know anything about copywriting?
How do you go about copywriting something. And
how do you mark something with that copywrite
sign? I've been wondering this for ages and
never known who to ask.


Allein allein_anderson@hotmail.com http://alleinanderson.8m.com Wed Nov 17 20:22:15 PST 1999

*Lurk lurk lurk*

Hi people. I haven't been around lately. I just haven't been feeling well because I've got this icky flu or cold or something that's going around and I've been busy with school. I've written a few short stories, none of which I like. I'll try to add to SM* but I'm not sure I'll get around to it.

I haven't been getting any really good funnies in the mail lately but I did get a couple so here's one I got today:

THINGS A MOM WOULD NEVER SAY:

"How on earth can you see the TV sitting so far back?"

"Yeah, I used to skip school a lot, too"

"Just leave all the lights on... it makes the house look
more cheery"

"Let me smell that shirt -- Yeah, it's good for another week"

"Go ahead and keep that stray dog, honey. I'll be glad to
feed and walk him every day"

"Well, if Timmy's mom says it's OK, that's good enough for me."

"The curfew is just a general time to shoot for. It's not like
I'm running a prison around here."

"I don't have a tissue with me ... just use your sleeve"

"Don't bother wearing a jacket - the wind-chill is bound to
improve."

I can relate to the first one because my mom is always coming in when I'm watching TV and saying "Sit further back - you'll ruin your eyes." It seems that my eyesight is already screwed whether I'm too close or far away from the TV. The reason I sit so close is to see better anyway. But then, I'll probably say the same thing to my kids when I become a mom.
Bye bye,
Allein


Wed Nov 17 18:00:47 PST 1999

Where is Allein?


Jon (very excited) Wed Nov 17 17:50:24 PST 1999

I smell in the air something very very beautiful about to enter the exciting realm of "Strawberries and a Moon".


Jon, PPR Wed Nov 17 14:20:27 PST 1999

Punctuation:

There is a single rule: do not separate the subject from the predicate (verb) with a comma.
As for the complements (of time, place, etc.): they may or may not be inserted withing commas (that's up to you).

All the other signs of punctuation (exclamation, question marks, three dots, dashes) would rather not be used in case of doubt.

However, as in all thinks literary, the author can use punctuation as he likes, provided he knows what he is doing.


Americo agsousa@esoterica.pt Wed Nov 17 08:32:53 PST 1999

Yes, Jerry and people, Jerry has written a little masterpiece. As the editor of SM** I must abstain from judgements of value, but I was really impressed (mainly after I put the commas in the right place, which is not necessarily the place indicated by grammar but by the breathing of the text -- forget about wordprocessors' spelling and grammar applications: they are absolute crap and hinder creativity: I have switched off mine ages ago).

With contributions such as the one of Eddie and of Jerry , "Strawberries in a Dream" will certainly be a very good book.

Jon sends you his best greetings.

PS: I went to the dentisti's today. Now I am okay. I hate dentists, but the lady was quite pretty. I asked her to go back to the dentist's next week. She smiled and said that she would be there. Isn't this exciting? And it's wonderful weather here. Life is a wonderful thing when we are writers and have straberries at our disposal.

Kisses all around the place.


Jerry A.G. Ericsson jerrag@sd.cybernex.net Wed Nov 17 07:09:24 PST 1999

Jack, sorry I missed you with my last, many thanks for the comment.


Rachel Tue Nov 16 22:14:15 PST 1999

Eddie - Hi you, It is so nice to see you back again. I just went in to read over what has been posted in "Strawberries and a Moon" Wow, I am impressed. What a lovely story. It was wonderful, it sort of reminded me of when I was a kid, going off to the candy store and all the houses you didn't want to pass, the ones you had to run by, and when you talked about the fish and chips, honestly my mouth watered and a sweat broke out on my nose. Don't ask me why but vinegar makes my nose sweat. I guess you must have told a pretty good story. I could smell the fish and chips from here!

Jerry - Also good to see you back. I sent you an e-mail about the story. I enjoyed it very much, excellent work.

All - Hi (big smiles)!

Take care all
Rachel


Jerry A.G. Ericsson jerrag@sd.cybernex.net http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Lofts/9304 Tue Nov 16 22:01:44 PST 1999

Americo - thanks for the edit, my old English Comp teacher in college told me I should remove the comma key from my keyboard, guess I should listen to her advice.

Teekay, As far as where the idea comes from, I really don't remember where or when it first came into my head. I don't think there is such a tradition, however I could be wrong. It probably came from one of the stories my father would tell me when I was very young. He used to take me into the living room of our old dark farm house, and by the dim light of a kerosene lamp, and in his drunken stuper tell me tales of horror. He thought it great fun to tell these stories, then send me upstairs to my dark room with nothing but a dim flashlight to bed. These tales made for some very bad nightmares, but have done their job of leaving many a short story running around my brain.

Americo - sorry I never completed my part with Shadow, my old lap-top computer bit the dust, and it seems when I set before my new desktop 400 MHZ screamer, all I do is play games and surf the web. Happily I found a deal on a used corporate re-hab laptop and just received it the other day. Now that I have it set up, I am again comfortable setting in my recliner with the TV running in the background typing out those memories of old.


Jack Beslanwitch Tue Nov 16 19:49:43 PST 1999

Jerry: I am honored to be in the precense of a truly powerful writer. Dinner With Father left me chilled, intrigued and powerfully moved. Job truly well done. And I find myself both intimidated and inspired to get working on my own SM story.


Bon Appetit



Teekay Tue Nov 16 18:42:23 PST 1999


JERRY:- just read your contribution. Fantastic! Is this a true tradition or did you just make it up? I love those endings that take your breath away. Yours did.


Teekay Tue Nov 16 18:22:58 PST 1999

Sat down to write the ending of my SM* contribution yesterday and made the mistake of putting on my Cat Stevens C.D. to listen to. I have learned that nothing is funny while listening to Cat Stevens.


Jai Shaw Jai@towersoft.com.au Tue Nov 16 16:44:34 PST 1999

Greetings,

Wow Jerry that's quite a bit of imaginitive work you have there. Sorta spooky.

Rhoda, I know what you mean about commiting to too many writing projects. Sometimes I get this feeling like I want to write everything. All these ideas are clammering around in my head. I hate that. It's like being too enthused. It's scary.

Writing takes time. It takes alot of time. I supose you just have to be patient. Everything will be finished one day?

Jai


Americo agsousa@esoterica.pt Tue Nov 16 14:30:24 PST 1999

"Father will dine with Thomas Ardell tonight. Thomas died yesterday"

Jerry Ericsson, the first sentence of your story is a hook. Hooks are controversial when they are just an artificial device to catch the publishers' or the naive readers' attention. They are marvelous when they are the only way to tell a unique story. Your story is unique and could not be told in a different way. It shows how food and death can combine and be serious and moving. I wonder if what you tell is part of any real socio-religious tradition (Jewish tradition?) But the question is almost irrelevant. Fiction does not aim at teaching anything, just at stirring feelings and emotions. Your story managed to achieve that aim.

PS I took the liberty of slightly editing your punctuation, respecting, however, the text's particular pace.


Americo Tue Nov 16 11:52:53 PST 1999

Jerry: It has reached Lisbon at this precise minute. I'm going to print it and read it and surely love it.


Americo Tue Nov 16 11:48:23 PST 1999

Jerry, thank you. Where did you dropp off your short story? In the "Strawberries and a Moon" page of the round robins section? I can't see it there. I'll check it again later.


Jerry A.G. Ericsson jerrag@sd.cybernex.net http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Lofts/9304 Tue Nov 16 09:47:06 PST 1999

Americo - dropped off a small short story for SM** hope it fits your criteria.

Normaly this time of the year here in South Dakota we would have several inches of snow on the ground, and the tempatures would be staying around 20 to 30 degrees F.
HOWEVER - today it is in the 60's and has been staying up there since fall, if this is global warming, then thank God for global warming. It is a bright and sunny day.


Jerry A.G. Ericsson jerrag@sd.cybernex.net http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Lofts/9304 Tue Nov 16 09:44:22 PST 1999

Americo - dropped off a small short story for SM** hope it fits your criteria.


Jon Tue Nov 16 08:22:32 PST 1999

Can a writer be a chorus girl or a chorus boy? Yes. But he cannot behave like the others. Can a writer behave like the other writers? No. Because he is different from the others. Can a writer receive the Nobel Prize without laughing? Of course, he must. It's absolutely vital that you respect the others. You still have the night to get drunk and be yourself.

I was a chorus boy, I never behaved like the writers who behave themselves, I like people who get drunk, mainly drunkards who try to behave like people. I am a writer, and I am absolutely sure of that.





Americo agsousa@esoterica.pt Tue Nov 16 03:52:41 PST 1999

Gary, old sport. There is no deadline for SM** (the two stars are an indication that it's my second project here, not of the quality of the future short-story collection--kidding--). There is no deadline for the moment but I'll certainly have to impose one if I want to see some work done. It's frustrating to deal with ever-nevers and blahblahbers.

Anyway, good morning, all.


Tue Nov 16 00:50:11 PST 1999

Americo, my good man.

I have a work in progress which could benefit from a combining with a food theme. I'm not sure, however, that I can complete it in two days. I gather from your posts that some sense of urgency exists with you about the completion of the work for it. Still, I am unable to see where a deadline has been set. If you do have a deadline I will either work to it or make my decision that I can not, or choose not, to meet it. I call upon your patience to state the time restraints for SM if they exist. I suppose I might benefit from a visit to the Workbook, since I have not yet read what exists at present. I thank you for your interest.

On another note, my source for good Portuguese Sardines is exhausted and this has had me looking eastward from the shore with my tongue at half mast, drooling in anticipation, and sniffing the air for signs that a shipment is due. I don't expect you to do anything about this crisis, old dear, but I must have some Gouveia Brand sardines soon or I shall perish, taking with me any hope of contributing to the Workbook, ever. As I said, I don't expect you to alter this nasty turn of events but I am thinking that if you publish any of my contributions you might arrange for me to be compensated in regular and reliable shipments of sardines from Lisbon, or wherever, but mine come from Lisbon, except for lately when they come from nowhere. My cats still have bluefish to turn their attention to but when the Blues run out, it will be the sardines they will come to me demanding.

And I can't fool them with Norwegian Brislings. You know from your experience with Jon that a cat has no flexibilty in his demands for his favored food stuffs. No Scandinavian product has a hope of passing muster with Merlin and Floppy the fearless, fur-faced, feline, 'fishionado. They allow that Spanish sardines at least have the distinction of being Iberian and thereby have an immunity to criticism on the basis of being geographically correct, and acceptable marginally in the absence of the real deal but they won't be bought off for long with these Spanish substitutes that float in their tins in a fine grade of olive oil making them a bit bland in comparison to Gouviea's Portuguese.

They will mutiny in favor of their favored, true sardines.(The Gouviea tins with the pale yellow wrapper, and the fat choice fishes marinated in olive oil with special spices, delicate slices of carrott and onion blending flavors with the small red chile. And when my cats mutinee, It's a beastly sight, nothing that the delicate eyes and ears of our members would want to witness. Such a mutinee aboard the "Bounty" would have assured Christian and his followers that Lieutenant William Bligh would not have reached the shores of Dutch Timor when they put him adrift.
Perhaps they would not have abandoned a man to the sea who was so badly clawed and in such tender and delicate places.
After all, the mutineers showed they were willing to be civilized to a point.

Well, my good man, as you know well, it is just such privations as these that are the bane of a man seeking to maintain the cultural standards and the material support he finds to be the minimum under which he can be expected to produce decent and acceptable work. I am sure you have had your own trials concerning these occasions of privation.

Cheerio, Americo,

GS


Jack Beslanwitch Mon Nov 15 22:29:39 PST 1999

Just back from Orycon and absolutely exhausted. I wanted to second Rhoda's plea that SM continue. Yes, people are split up in terms of their various responsibilities, but I think it an eminently wonderful project and hope that others including myself will contribute in the next several days.


Too tired to say much more. Surprised I was able to drive as much as I did from Portland to Seattle. Take care


Gary S gsouza@corc.net Mon Nov 15 22:19:06 PST 1999


Rhoda, don't do that.

You asked if anyone had advice about committing to too many writing projects. Well, I know it sounds a bit simplistic, but just consider how much it would have altered the fate of old George Armstrong, if he had heeded the words of wisdom, "Don't do that." before he rode out to the Little Big Horn.
I know it get's old hearing about Custer (only a hundred and twenty-five years or so, actually.) Can't you just hear the guy rolling over in his grave groaning, "How long with the jokes, already. Damn it, you've had two world wars, the Great Depression, Martin and Lewis, and Monica Lewis, and you still make jokes about me." Still, Custer always seems to epitomize a certain fatal over-zealousness that marks the landscape of human endeavor.

"Don't do that," when you think about it, could have been suggested on many occasions and could have made monumental changes in history if it had been heeded. Just imagine that when Columbus said, "I want to go one more day," some deck monkey popped up and said, "Don't do that?" and Columbus said, "You're right, this is a waste."

This would mean we not only have no Columbus day holiday, but somebody else would have had to discover America. Let us accept the premise that a place can only be discovered by a European, and others including people born of a native ancestry can't be qualified discoverers. It then could have taken any number of years after Columbus didn't discover this place that somebody else did.

Picture all those natives, those aboriginees, those savages standing on the shores of a vast continent gazing wistfully eastward for centuries anticipating big ships full of strangely clad, strangers with bad body odor and noisy unreliable firearms to discover and disenfranchise them. I don't know about you, but personally, I wonder why they didn't kill them all the minute they got off the boat. I have no doubt that if they'd known how it all was going to turn out, they would have. Well, they didn't have to wait longer than 1492 as things turned out, and they would only have gained some time before a European by a different name came along.

Maybe a guy named Biddleby would have found America. If so, Ohio State University would be in a city named Biddleby, Would people have bought a book titled "Goodbye Biddleby?" Does this mean mean the Colorado state flower would be "Biddlebine," and in the late twentieth century there would be a great tragedy at Biddlebine High School?"

Never mind all that, but suppose Biddleby had been looking for a place called Japan instead of a place called India. It follows that owing to the monumental stupidity of our forefathers, all our native people would now be called Japanese. Can you see what a screw-up this would have been? If the Indians all became Japanese, what would we call the people who attacked us at Pearl Harbor, native Asians?" I suppose it can't matter much since we haven't worried for close to five hundred years about how ineptly we named our indigenous people in the first place. Historically we never gave much credence to the fact that they named themselves sufficiently well for their own purposes. It seems we needed a name for the whole lot so we just kept calling them what we mistakenly thought they were when we first saw them, or when Biddleby first saw them.

As one can clearly see, "Don't do that" is an admonition that can lead anywhere if accepted, depending on what the "it" is that one is advised not to do.

Well, Rhoda, you don't have to thank me now for this advice. I just want you to know that I am always here for my freinds.

Hayden say's it's because of advice like this that I don't have any freinds, but then, this is from a guy who wears a lampshade on his head and leaves a Porsche in the driveway with the keys in it.

Later you guys,

GS


Kelly Villains@email.msn.com http://villains.FriendPages.com/ Mon Nov 15 20:15:58 PST 1999

I am currently in the works of compiling a book of poetry to be published. The catch is, I need many more people to submit poems!!!! So if you are interested in having your poems published for a very small price, be sure to email me!
Villains@email.msn.com
Thanks!!


Eddie French eddiefrench@email.com http://www.efrench.freeserve.co.uk Mon Nov 15 19:56:35 PST 1999

Yes....it works.
Next time I'll really say something!
Night for now.
Ed


Eddie French eddiefrench@email.com http://www.efrench.freeserve.co.uk Mon Nov 15 19:55:02 PST 1999

Bear with me,
I am just setting up 'Autocomplete' in my cached forms.
(Don't ask!)
Ed


Eddie french eddiefrench@email.com http:www.efrench.freeserve.co.uk Mon Nov 15 19:49:35 PST 1999

Yes, That last post was me!
Later,
Ed


Eddie French eddiefrench@email.com http://www.efrench.freeserve.co.uk Mon Nov 15 18:40:39 PST 1999


Americo Mon Nov 15 16:03:42 PST 1999

Okay, I am going to write a story for SM*
Moonflowers
I was always fascinated with sunflowers. They cover the fields of Alentejo in (when?) and for miles and miles that's what you see when you drive South. Yellow miles of sunflowers always looking to the sun, bending their corollas to the earth in sadness when the sun sets and there is nothing else for them to look at. That's when another flower emerges from the ground and peeps to the moon. It is called moonflower and smells like my love before we make love.Quite exciting, you would say.

She agreed. She groped in the darkness for me. "Not now, darling, I'm driving." "Perhaps we could stop and have dinner," she said.

We stopped near a restaurant by the only road leading to the Algarve. Miles and miles of sunflowers, I could eat yelow. I asked stone soup and cherries. Soup of stone I ate and with the cherries I adorned my love's ears. She unbuttoned the top of her shirt and I adorned her left nipple with a couple of cherries. I bit her right nipple and it tasted to milk. I felt like a baby. It was wonderful.

Outside the moon was high on the fields. A soft sented breeze had arisen and I felt the skin of my chest and the hair of my hands breathing. "I'm cold," I said. She laughed. "Not in Alentejo." A narrow dark path led to nowhere and that's the sort of paths I like to follow. Five minutes later we were amidst flowers that had turned white. Then I saw that we were lying among the roots of moonflowers. They smell like milk when we are dreaming of innocence.


Americo Mon Nov 15 15:19:19 PST 1999

Rhoda,

I'm afraid there are not enough writers on the Notebook to start a new project. Well, I'll wait some more days.

I've sent you 3 chunks of text today. Hope you got them. Your edit has not reached half of the book yet! The thing is growing and growing like a moonfflower.

I'll send you one of your texts for revisions. I'll explain why.

The topic you have suggested is quite good.

Eddie-- good night.


Rhoda rfort@arn.net Mon Nov 15 13:33:06 PST 1999

Eddie,

I just wanted you to know that I greatly admire your ability to write something so colorful and beautiful as your Fish and Chips story so quickly. I envy your ability to do that.

Perhaps working styles would be a good topic for discussion. Are some of us plodders and others madly inspired at times? How many people here keep a journel or notebook and immediately write down their inspirations? Who works with an outline and who doesn't?

I am sure that this subject has come up on the Notebook before, but not for awhile.

Personally, I never start with an outline. An idea works in my head some afternoon and I keep thinking about it until I must sit at the word processor and write it. I have never been able to put together an outline or synopsis without first writing some of the book.

Outlines help me in the middle of a book when I am struggling with plot direction or pacing. By sitting down and doing an outline, I can usually iron out these problems.

I do not work very well on the spur of the moment. I am far too disorganized to throw my immediate thoughts on paper and have them make sense. I think I am more of a prodder. There is a certain amount of thinking I must do before I can write something and not waste my time.

Please, give this topic some thought. It has been a bit quiet on the Notebook lately. Perhaps having brought this writing subject up, some people will think about it and be inspired to do a short story for SM (No, Jon, this doesn't stand for sadomasochism).

Happy Writing!

Rhoda


Rhoda rfort@arn.net Mon Nov 15 12:19:20 PST 1999

Americo,

NO! NO! NO!

Don't cancel Strawberries and a Moon! It is great. I love the idea.

If you want more for it, I'll write a story. It will probably be pure, unadulterated crap, but I'll write one. I wanted to do it well originally. I've been racking my mind looking for an idea, but the sad, sad thing is I don't normally write short stories. Then there is SHADOWS which I love doing. And then there is my own work and my poor agent who is waiting for that rewrite of THE RELUCTANT BARBARIAN I promised him.

Does anyone here have free advice for overcommitted writers who want to do everything?

Just do not think of canceling. I think this new project would be a boon for the Notebook. It really isn't too much to ask for each of us, or some of us to write a 3000 word short story.

But Eddie and Americo, do consider that there are those of us who want to do everything as perfectly as possible. We don't spew out ideas in a brief 10 or 15 minutes. Give us some time. We will come through.

Rhoda


Americo Mon Nov 15 10:44:09 PST 1999

How is it that no one since Eddie has published in SM*? Shall we cancel that? I do not mind at all. But you will miss it! Oh, yes, you'll do!


Jon Mon Nov 15 05:46:04 PST 1999

'Morning!

Did I tell you that we already have cable Internet here? I'm going to try to convince A* to spend some escudos for Christmas. I find the present phoneline Internet absolutely impossible. Unbearable slow for my electric paws. Actually my Internet is only you.


Americo Mon Nov 15 05:41:43 PST 1999

Good morning, everybody!

Wake up with a smile, have a big pot of coffee, write a little and enjoy your day. The fruit of the day can be cherries (rather than strawberries).

Kisses all around


Rhoda rfort@arn.net Sun Nov 14 14:11:51 PST 1999

If anyone is interested, I will be near my computer for the next two hours or so. I will be available for chat. If anyone is interested, either e-mail me or leave a note on the Notebook and we will try to arrange something.

Rhoda


Allein allein_anderson@hotmail.com http://alleinanderson.8m.com Sun Nov 14 12:17:00 PST 1999

Bumper stickers seen this weekend .....

You're just jealous because the voices are talking to me
I have the body of a god........Buddha
This would be really funny if it weren't happening to me
Cleverly disguised as a responsible adult
The face is familiar but i can't quite remember my name
Illiterate? Write for help
Honk if anything falls off
He who hesitates is not only lost but miles from the next exit
This isn't my idea of a good time
It's been lovely, but I have to scream now
Uniquely maladjusted, but fun
This bumper sticker exploits illiterates
I haven't lost my mind it's backed up on disk somewhere
Oh, evolve!
Gone crazy be back shortly
If you're not outraged you're not paying attention


Jon Sun Nov 14 05:18:04 PST 1999

What's wrong about cheese sandwiches on the desk of writers? I love them. That's the best side of writing, actually.

Pussy never brings me flowers since the day I ate those she brought me. They were sunflowers and I thought I was eating the sun (I also thought I was being creative and imagetic)

Are there any moonflowers?


Americo Sun Nov 14 05:14:09 PST 1999

Jack,

Did I tell you that Jon will not forgive you if... ( I think I did)

Eddie,

I have downloaded your (failed) contribution to S* and I'll read it when I have time. Sorry you gave up. That happened to 20 more people. My rule is: people can go, the project never. And the fact is that S* is coming to its completion. Its chances of getting published are the same as those of any original. We must wait and see. The anguish of doing it was not smaller than the one of doing any other book. The work involved in it was probably greater, but the fun and the pleasure of doing it has made it worthwile. The experience has been rewarding as well.

There is a lot I could tell about collaborative writing. The worst thing in it is the lack of commitment of collaborators. But in 100 there are always 2 one can rely upon.

You see: most writers do not believe in the Internet, and most people do not believe in Internet writers. The grandparents of those people would not use a typewriter -- only blue ink and immaculate paper. And the wife would bring them cheese sandwiches and lots of flowers. Their desk was always a beautiful thing to see. It was the altar of Mr Writer. Their writing was crap but neither they nor their wives could know that.

Any means is what one makes of it. The rest is prejudice. I believe in collaborative writing. But I am also aware of the effort and patience it requires.




Americo Sun Nov 14 04:30:37 PST 1999

Eddie, and there were also the bars and the women and their gigolos and the loud music playing all night. And the rows with the sailors, and sometimes one got stabbed to death in front of the kids or was run down by a truck when trying to go back to his ship completely drunk. "He did not feel anything," we would comment. And we would be sad only till the next morning.

See how your story could get the ten pages?

Jack: Jon will not forgive you this time if you do not write your story. He has the sharpest tongue in his street and the largest vocabulary in town :—)


Allein allein_anderson@hotmail.com http://alleinanderson.8m.com Sat Nov 13 20:09:52 PST 1999

Sqrl - I'll be sure to check it out. :) I've saved it in my favorite places.
Allein


Hadleigh judithgale@sprint.ca http://i.am/shmooley Sat Nov 13 19:29:35 PST 1999

Please Check out my site, The Ink Connection!! The address is http://i.am/shmooley


Sqrl Sqrlmunk55@aol.com www.netcolony.com/entertainment/squirrelmunk Sat Nov 13 17:01:46 PST 1999

Allein-
thanks, I'm glad you like my site! there's still more to come! oh and I Copyrighted your work right away! I have more animations that are going to be put up within the next week or so, as well as some pics and writings. oh, I can hardly wait to read that story!

Sqrl

oh for any female writers out there goto www.iwwg.com
it's the guild that I belong to. I believe it might be open to men as well, I'm not sure.


Eddie French eddiefrench@email.com http://www.efrench.freeserve.co.uk Sat Nov 13 16:17:11 PST 1999

Teekay,
Pedantic, You? Perish the thought!


Americo Sat Nov 13 08:53:05 PST 1999

Good morning, everybody!
I'm far away from home but thinking and speaking about you. Have a nice day.
(I'm using a PC-- brrrrhhh!)


Jack Beslanwitch Sat Nov 13 02:54:42 PST 1999

Americo: As I said, I am pretty much sidetracked running parties, my tables and catching up on email late at night. Rest assurred that this time I will submit my story to SM. Most not likely until I get back from Portland. Take care.


Jerry Lee jerryleejr@xoommail.com http://www.ben2.ucla.edu/~permadi/java/spaint/spaint.html Fri Nov 12 20:45:18 PST 1999

Yo all!

I just found this amazing website that draws pictures! It's kind-of-like spirograph, just mezmorizing! Check it out! The url is above. You can save the finished product on your websites.

Anyhoo, how's every little thang with you all? We just got a new sculpture on campus. It cost something like 25,000 bucks, but everyone is wondering when they'll be finished with it. It's made of a bunch of 10 foot tall slabs of broken granite held together in the vague shape of a planter by what look like steel straps...it just doesn't look finished.
When did sculpture as an art form forego the need for talent? There used to be sculpture in parks that looked like something, but the more I see these days, the less it looks like these 'sculptors' could make a viable ash try in kindergarden.

What do you think, you artists of the word? Is actual SKILL a thing of the past?

Jerry Lee


Allein allein_anderson@hotmail.com http://alleinanderson.8m.com Fri Nov 12 19:57:18 PST 1999

Rachel - what's up girlfriend? E-mail me and tell me what's going on. Not much here - just school and stuff. I saw the Pokémon movie yesterday. Lots of good fighting, but the end was kinda dumb.
Allein


Eddie French eddiefrench@email.com http://www.efrench.freeserve.co.uk Fri Nov 12 14:35:59 PST 1999

Americo,
Did you ever break a torcida on the way home, just as the shop shut up for the night?
Did you beg coins from the 'rich' sailors as they swaggered down the road that led from the dock where their ship was birthed?
It's a picture of a world long gone. Can you imagine begging coins from a sailor on the road out of the docks today? What would they expect in return?
I shudder at the thought!
Then again, is it just my perception of the state of the world today? Are the sailors just the same as they were then?. Has the general acceptance of certain percieved behavioural trends led to the prolification of such behaviour and a general belief that it is an integral part of a developing society and therefore unstoppable?.
Ooooohh!....My head hurts.....
That is just toooo much philosophical content for one night!I must fly.
Later,
Ed


Americo Fri Nov 12 12:53:12 PST 1999

People are writing their stories, Eddie. Be patient. In two months you will see what we get.

BTW: "Shadows in a Dream" has today reached the status of a good, easily publishable romance. Now the aim is to make it a great novel. See the difference? The difference between ... and Flaubert. Flaubert is still a little outside our scope. But Rachel, Rhoda, I and the guests (Jack and Allein) are proud of what we have already done. You would not believe your eyes if you read it, Eddie.

I tell you this because it proves that a lot can be done in the Internet. There is only one condition for success to be achieved by this means: the existence of a writer around. Believe it or not, there are real writers in the Writers'Notebook. Do you want to bet something? No, a pint of bitter is not enough.
BTW, Eddie. I was born in a port town in a street by the port, and my mother had a petroleum (gas?) stove. I also bought "torcidas" for her (gas mantels). Those were my happy days! My first words in English were: "Señorita, fuckfuck" (I do not know what that means even today).


Eddie French eddiefrench@email.com http://www.efrench.freeserve.co.uk Fri Nov 12 12:23:02 PST 1999

Hello all,
Not so long ago I went through a period of being more than a little disillusioned by my online experiences. The result was a deep questioning about the value of the whole on-line thing. I lurked, but could find nothing which piqued my interest. I read but did not write.
Then SM was proposed, Immediately my little ears swung to the front, alert and ready for action.
Since then I have hurried from work to see how the project had developed during the preceeding 24 hours. And so friends, I come to the point of this post.
IT HASN'T!
Don't send me back into a fudge.
Let's see what you can do!
Looking forward to reading some good 'Stuff'
Ed


Americo agsousa@esoterica.pt Fri Nov 12 10:33:05 PST 1999

Teekay (et al.),

I never said that the stories for SM* must have any particular word in special. Here is what was posted:

"The title, however, is..."Strawberries and a Moon".
And the rules for this project will have the word strawberry, or the word moon, or both, in each of them." (Jon, Nov 7)

*the rules for this project* (not *the words for this project*)-- was meant as a private joke (forget it).

The only thing that is required is that the stories have some sort of connection with food —— something left to the imagination of the contributors and meant to be a source of inspiration, not a straightjacket to their genius.

In the history of literature there are wonderful pages associated with food and drink. Think of Shakespeare's Falstaff, for instance. One of the best poems of Rimbaud, the author of "The Drunken Boat", sings the pleasure of eating " jambon" (a kind of bacon). This is a serious topic!

People: for all and definitive information about SM* please refer to the theme/suggestion published both here and in the Workbook.

The title of the project is definitively "Strawberries and a Moon" . AND A MOON. Don't ask me why. That's a secret.


Arik Nesis@actcom.co.il Fri Nov 12 05:23:46 PST 1999

Hello all, how are you? hey what do you think about an interesting hing to chat about?


Teekay Fri Nov 12 03:23:32 PST 1999

EDDY:- I read your story for for SM*(did I do that right??) and I thought it was beautiful. Maybe poignant is a more appropriate word, I am still trying to find the time to visit your webpage, I am also still trying to find time to do last weeks washing.( Just a joke that one but, it's almost like that.)

AMERICO:- call me pedantic (God I've always wanted to be able to use that word in a sentence)buuuut....initially you said the story needed to contain the words strawberry, moon or both, but in your latest notice you said the story had to contain the word "a moon" Now you can call me pedantic if you like but, I do need to know the answer and I hope it's not "a moon" and just "moon" (stop rolling your eyes!). Normally I would probably ignore something like this but, you did say it was important,and I may be pedantic but....


Rachel Thu Nov 11 20:27:52 PST 1999

Rhoda - It's been a wild couple of weeks for me. I think my 11 year old has turned into a hormone. He has had his first girlfriend, his first break up and I guess I have felt the first fall out. Not exactly fun and games. I hope he never dates again, at least not before he is 50. By then he will be out on his own (grins), at least I hope he will...

John - That is really something. I have to say I am impressed, I have a hard enough time getting my computer up and running and all I had to do was plug it into the wall! I'm not dead at all, I am alive and well (big smile).

SKS - Hi you!

Americo - Looks like SM is off to a great start. Now you just have to make sure you and Jon don't start fighting. I don't want to have to have any more talks with that cat.

Take care all
Rachel


Allein allein_anderson@hotmail.com http://alleinanderson.8m.com Thu Nov 11 19:59:03 PST 1999

Time for funnies!


Free drinks.

Free dinners.

Free movies.

You can hug your friend without wondering if she thinks you're gay.

You can hug your friend without wondering if YOU'RE gay.

You know The Truth about whether size matters.

Speeding ticket? What's that?

New lipstick gives you a whole new lease on life.

Nothing crucial can be cut off with one clean sweep.

It's possible to live your whole life without ever taking a group shower.

No fashion faux pas you make could rival The Speedo.

Brad Pitt, or any other hunky movie star.

You don't have to fart to amuse yourself.

Excitement is only as far away as the nearest beauty-supply store.

If you forget to shave, no one has to know.

You can congratulate your teammate without ever touching her a**.

If you have a zit, you can conceal it.

You'll never have to decide where to hide your nose-hair clipper.

No one passes out when you take off your shoes.

If you're dumb, some people will find it cute.

You don't have to memorize Caddyshack or Fletch to fit in.

You have the ability to dress yourself.

You have an excuse to be a total b**ch at least once a month.

You can talk to people of the opposite sex without having to picture them naked.

If you marry someone 20 years younger, you're aware that you look like an idiot.

If you're wearing cologne, you don't have to pretend it's after shave.

You'll probably never see someone you know while peeing in an alley.

You'll never have to punch a hole through anything with your fist.

You can quickly end any fight by crying.

Your friends won't think you're weird if you ask whether there's spinach in your teeth.

There are times when chocolate really can solve all your problems.

You've never had a goatee.

Gay waiters don't make you uncomfortable.

You'll never regret piercing your ears.

You can fully assess a person just by looking at their shoes.

You'll never discover you've been duped by a Wonderbra.

You don't have hair on your back.

You know which glass was yours by the lipstick mark.

You get to hate Kathie Lee in the way only another woman truly can.

We got off the Titanic first.

We can scare male bosses with mysterious gynecological disorder excuses.

We get to flirt with systems support men who always return our calls, and are nice to us when we blow up our computers.

Our boy friend's clothes make us look elfin and gorgeous - guys look like complete idiots in ours.

We can be groupies. Male groupies are called "stalkers".

We've never lusted after a cartoon character or the central figure in a computer game.

Taxis stop for us.

Men die earlier, so we get to cash in on the life insurance.

We don't look like a frog in a blender when dancing.


Rhoda rfort@arn.net Thu Nov 11 19:35:50 PST 1999

Rachel,

My day is made. You are back. I was beginning to worry about you and I was ready to e-mail you. Glad to know you are doing alright.

Jai,

Thanks for the help.

Got to go!

Rhoda


Teekay. Thu Nov 11 19:29:08 PST 1999

Hi everybody,

ARIK:- In my opinion the person who said that to you was maybe a bit depressed when they said that. And also remember that saying it doesn't necessarily make it so, but believing it does. The choice is yours.

AMERICO:- I don't no wher yu git of if yu fink that only Americans hav bad grandmas and speling sum of us Ostrayluns do hav it to!!

S.K.S.:- What you said about rememberance day is soooo true and it's shameful to think that the sacrifices made in the name of our greatest assett, freedom is celebrated by a mere 1 minutes silence


John Vaughn vaughn55604@yahoo.com Thu Nov 11 19:26:08 PST 1999

Rachel,

I thought you had died or something. Nice to hear from you.Yes indeed I do run my laptop off of a 1982 Toyota Carolla...get 24-28 gigabytes to the gallon. It's a strange set-up but I have no Y2K worries to speak of.How do I do it...well, give a guy with too much time on his hands about 20 feet of 14AWG cable, some 75 watt fuses and a cordless drill and he can work wonders.


Rachel Thu Nov 11 18:20:13 PST 1999

Hi all:)

I have been lurking here for the last little while. I have had things to say, but not time to say them:( Oh, poor, poor me. Yes, everybody should feel very sorry for me. Maybe you should all even cry for me (cheeky grins). Naw, I'm just kidding.

Gary - Goose on the loose... (grins and laughter) It's funny now. I got your e-mail today and will get back to you. It's nice to hear from you again.

Take care all
Rachel

PS - John Vaugh, I will be getting back to you in the next couple of days. Sorry I'm being so slow:) Do you really power your computer off your car? That is wild!



Eddie French eddiefrench@email.com http://www.efrench.freeserve.co.uk Thu Nov 11 16:18:06 PST 1999

Americo,
By way of apology for not keeping up with the S project I have just posted a small part of the work which I began back then. I think you will see that I was right to keep it out. (But not for opting out of the editing).
It is in the workbook (Short Story section).
I think it will make a good project on its own but I am will have to edit all references to 'Shadows' and possibly to 'Notebook'. I would like crits if possible.
Thanks,
Ed


Jai Jai@towersoft.com.au Thu Nov 11 15:45:46 PST 1999

Greetings fellow world weavers,

I got to work an hour late today. I like to write in the mornings but this morning was different. My muse took control, it wouldn't let up. I had to drag myself away from that softly glowing screen and those marvoulsly scrumptcious words. Arg... I ended up taking the computer with me.

Could someone PLEASE take this muse off me 'till the working day is through!

Well against my better judgment I started something for SM. But I ran into a snag, the main character just revealed something of himself I didn't know about so now I need to mull it over.

Well I better sign off now. Pull myself from these oh so suculent words. Drag myself kicking and screaming back to the crisp lines of logic. The computer code has no magic.

Bye, bye *Waves frantically*

Jai

No no I can't stop writing... no... arg...


Eddie French eddiefrench@email.com http://www.efrench.freeserve.co.uk Thu Nov 11 10:40:50 PST 1999

Americo, (And anybody else who was wondering)
When I was a boy, back in the (Very) early sixties? I lived in the last street before you hit the docks. The houses were Victorian and ready for demolition. We had no electricity in these tiny terraced houses, but we had gas!
A mantle is a little stiffened silk? dome connected to a brass or tin ring. Sticking out of the wall in the ground floor room was a brass gas pipe and fitting. Onto this fitting clipped the mantle. As you lit the gas the mantle caused the flame to flare and so produce light.
So you see, if it was about to go dark and the unfortunate youngster sent out to the shop for a new mantle got distracted in any way whilst returning dutifuly home with the light for the night, and the shop was just closing.....well.....
And the docks, with the Russians and the Philipinos' and the South Americans.......Alas..that's another story.
Later,
Ed.


Americo agsousa@esoterica.pt Thu Nov 11 09:07:36 PST 1999

Jack,
you must be at least as good at publicity as Jon or Warner Bros. Your summary of the story you intend to write for "Strawberries and a Moon" sounds really appetizing. Reserve twenty copies for me no matter the price.

I suspect that Jon, a bit exasperated because only a story has been published in the Workbook since SM was launched this Monday, is thinking of something really scandalous to arise the indignation of the World-- and therefore to get contributors for "Strawberries and a Moon". Stay tuned and practice shaking your head in sorrow and reproach for his poor soul.

BTW: Virgins (of both sexes) please do not visit the Workshop unless accompanied by your guardian angels and most robust next of kins. Medieval steel armours highly recommended! Eddie's "Fish and Chips on Friday" two elegant pages (819 words only) wide opened as a shameless flower to anybody else's daring eyes. Please do not read! Just smell and learn what's a contemporary story about. The blend of times, the never referred place (Liverpool? Ireland? any British port town in the early something's?), the terribly lively language of that lier of a boy (what's a gas mantel, author?) -- all this and much more deserving 4 points in a scale of 0/5 (well, a B). And this for starters.

Eddie: I was like that kid in my best days.


Jack Beslanwitch jack@forwriters.com http://www.webwitch.com/posi-web/australia.html Thu Nov 11 04:18:12 PST 1999

Hello all: Finally got the email fiasco sidestepped for my client. However, I am still waiting for a further explanation as to why the problem ISP has been blocked due to potential SPAMMING. At any rate, just wanted to say hello to all and indicate that I would be taking time to start my SM story line. It will be partially autobiographical and still fictional, creating a character that draws in part from my own background and yet fictional in nature. That will allow me to explore some other possibilities as my main character sets about cooking a Chinese home cooked meal for an invited crowd of visitors. In part it will be an invitation of others to help him create the meal and the interaction of all as they find themselves involved in a local community of love, fellowship, brotherhood and sisterhood as they deal with the impact of health problems including cancer, MS and more and finding that despite the impact of health, there is still a spiritual center that all can share and find peace and love and understanding at the trials and tribulations of life.


    I will be sitting at my Westercon table at Orycon in Portland and will have my laptop with me. So, hopefully I will have time to explore the dimensions of this story about friends, family, children and the ever wonderful aspect of creating your spices from scratch, the chicken stock and doing the actual meal. As well, I will touch upon the search amidst the International District of Seattle to find the elements of the meal that are not available in a regular market, including Sczchewan Peppercorns (BTW, this are not part of the capsicum family, but more related to aromatic spices - but are critical to the cooking in question). Take care all and hope to see any Oregon Notebookers at Orycon visitng my table or the party I will be hosting on Saturday at the Columbia River Double Tree (er either that or the Jatzen Beach - cannot remember which - but they are side by side along the shores of the Columbia River) and otherwise will talk with you on Monday.



Americo agsousa@esoterica.pt Thu Nov 11 03:36:43 PST 1999

Gary : SM will be a collection of very well written, sugestive, lyrical, high quality stories posted in the Workbook by any denizen of the Notebook with talent, imagination, good grammar and perfect spelling. And by the way, these two last items are a must. You cannot imagine the hours I lose correcting the spelling and the grammar of good Americans.

This leads me to an important topic. My confessed aim at being a Notebooker was (and still is) to practice my English. I am afraid it has degraded in the nine months I have been reading posts here. I am apalled to see how badly some people write. Sorry, people, but it cost me many years and thousands of escudos to learn the little I know. Please watch your English.

This is why I miss people like Michelle and Pnokio and hope Eddie will stay longer than his usual ten days. I also miss Howard, Thomas and others. I am sorry Weston writes so infrequently here. Etc.

Yes, I almost forgot:

Good morning!


Gary S gsouza@corc.net Thu Nov 11 00:57:58 PST 1999

Hey you guys, Hayden lurks.

Dear Rhoda,
I understand your complaint about putting the value of a Pokemon film above a day in school. When we skipped school in my day it was for something important, like seeing a burlesque show. Of course this was just for tenth graders who were twenty-one or older. The younger kids mostly went shop-lifting and rolling drunks, stuff like that. One of our group had an after-school job playing the drums for the matinee at the strip show. I believe she was the algebra teacher. Come to think of it, I took algebra for two years and I never learned to speak a word of it. The kids today have more learning resources. I think they would learn to speak Pokemon more quickly.

Rachel, my dear Rachel,
I have been reading the work you sent and I rather enjoy the autobiographical perspective. There is something very familiar about that school bus. We used to call it "The goose on the loose." I suppose that puts me in your category of graduate perverts; high school was such an enriching experience. Your story is quite engaging.

Americo, my good man.
I get the impression that SM is to be an anthology of pieces dealing with food. Would this be done in the Workbook in the collaborative section?

I must go quickly, freinds. I have to get more gas for the computer before the pilot goes out.

GS




Jon Wed Nov 10 18:52:07 PST 1999

I was asleep but this interesting topic woke me up. How in the world can a human being prefer school to Pokemon? I am all for the movie! Can I get some of those nice trading cards? Children of the world, unite!

Back to sleep.
'Night


Allein allein_anderson@hotmail.com http://alleinanderson.8m.com Wed Nov 10 17:25:21 PST 1999

Rhoda - I agree with you. I'm probably calling a friend of mine to see if she can see the Pokemon movie with me tomorrow - personally, I don't care about the trading cards, I just want to see the movie but I wouldn't skip school to do so.
Allein


Rhoda rfort@arn.net Wed Nov 10 16:14:21 PST 1999

I just read on a newswire that several kids plan to cut school in order to see the Pokemon movie. Apparently this is just fine with most of the parents. Warner Bros. is running the film throughout the school day and is encouraging kids to show up during school hours by giving away trading cards.

My kids love Pokemon as well as anyone else, but they are not going to skip school to see it. With the priorities that most parents in this country have, is it any wonder that American school kids are behind the rest of the industrial world in education?

This is a pet peeve of mine, and I probably shouldn't bring it up here, but these children are our future "readers" not to mention leaders, professionals, etc.

I hear so many parents claim that this government should give more money and attention to education. I think those sentiments are a bit hypocritical in light of the fact that seeing Pokemon the first day it comes out far exceeds the importance of going to school.

Go figure,

Rhoda


Americo agsousa@esoterica.pt Wed Nov 10 13:12:58 PST 1999

Eddie, congratulations, you were the first to publish a story for "Strawberries and a Moon" (this "a Moon" is important).

As the editor of the future book I must refrain from comments, but it would be nice if the stories published in the Workbook were reviewed and discussed either here or in the Workbook itself. It would be better here because it would be a reminder that SM* was started and will be completed, like S* (which has by now about 400 pages -- yes, I ought to be cutting rather than adding to it). I feel that our critical sense must improve, and not confine itself to the usual compliments.

Thanks, Eddie.


Americo Wed Nov 10 13:03:45 PST 1999

I see, Jerry Ericsson and Allein, that a simple, quick breakfast with just coffee and little to eat is not so rare as I would have thought. I eat so little because I tend to get up late (I like to work throughout the night). But you, people, need a more substantial meal.


Allein allein_anderson@hotmail.com http://www.alleinanderson.8m.com Wed Nov 10 12:26:55 PST 1999

Sqrl - I checked out your webpage - I like it. At least someone appreciates my writings about the all-powerful sqrlmunk. :) In a short story I'm writing now, though, Rags discovers that if you use a slingshot, you can make a regular sqrlmunk into a flying sqrlmunk. That sqrlmunk won't be leaving him anymore unwanted gifts on his pillow.
Allein


Sqrl Sqrlmunk55@aol.com www.netcolony.com/entertainment/squirrelmunk Wed Nov 10 11:51:14 PST 1999

Hello! ::waving hand in air:: Today is a beautiful day! I was surfing the net when I found out something interesting . . . somebody else also uses the word Squirrelmunk! Go to: http://clccharter.org/~magazine/janfebmg/crwriting/banner/essays.htm
some girl uses the term squirrelmunk! I couldn't beleive my eyes! someone else! oh and if you goto www.search.com and type in Squirrelmunk, you get this site! ::grin::

Sqrl


Arik Nesis@actcom.co.il Wed Nov 10 10:26:43 PST 1999

you know all. today someone said to me: "The life is only a dream. and every dream have to come to it's end". what do you think about it?


Jerry Ericsson jerrag@sd.cybernex.net Wed Nov 10 09:20:45 PST 1999

Americo - My normal breakfast consists of a pot of coffee followed by a half a grapefruit, or if the grapefruit is gone, an orange or apple will do - fruit has a wonderously invigorating property that I need to get the blood flowing in the morning (or maybe it's the coffee?)


Allein allein_anderson@hotmail.com http://alleinanderson.8m.com Wed Nov 10 06:54:27 PST 1999

Never fear, Allein's funnies are here:

Actual lines out of U.S. Military OER's (Officer Efficiency Report):

* Not the sharpest knife in the drawer
* Got into the gene pool while the lifeguard wasn't watching
* A room temperature IQ
* Got a full 6-pak, but lacks the plastic thingy to hold it all together
* A prime candidate for natural deselection
* As bright as Alaska in December
* Gates are down, the lights are flashing, but the train isn't coming
* So dense, light bends around him
* If brains were taxed, he'd get a rebate
* If he were any more stupid, he'd have to be watered twice a week
* Was left on the Tilt-A-Whirl a bit too long as a baby
* Wheel is turning, but the hamster is dead

Actual excerpts from Royal Navy and Marines officer fitnessreports:

* His men would follow him anywhere but only out of curiosity
* Would not breed from this officer
* He has carried out each and every one of his duties to his entire satisfaction
* He would be out of his depth in a car park puddle
* This young lady has delusions of adequacy
* Since my last report he has reached rock bottom and has started to dig
* She sets low personal standards and then consistently fails to achieve them
* He has the wisdom of youth and the energy of old age
* Works well when under constant superivsion and cornered like a rat in a trap
* This man is depriving a village somewhere of an idiot



Allein allein_anderson@hotmail.com http://alleinanderson.8m.com Wed Nov 10 06:47:43 PST 1999

Gary S - Hi you. :)

Americo - For breakfast, I tend to have coffee and that's it. I don't normally eat breakfast, unless I'm very hungry in which case I'll get a twinkie or cookies at the school store. :)

Allein


Americo agsousa@esoterica.pt Wed Nov 10 05:11:06 PST 1999

Good morning, everybody!

I wonder what you people have for breakfast. When I was in England I ate everything, from beans to bacon and eggs and fish. In Brazil plenty of fruit and lots of cakes. Here just a small cup of black coffee, a glass of water and, when I am veeery hungry, a biscuit (cookie in the US). Strange how I can adapt myself quickly to the various kinds of breakfasts people take in these strange countries of the world.

Gary: the format for a story for SM*? Just a story with some sort of connection with food, or better, the five senses, the palate being the most important of them (Jon thinks so). A text of ten pages is reccomended (3,000 words) but not compulsory and that's an average anyway. A little gem like Avatar published here some days ago would probably be acceptable as well.

People: this is a book of fiction and art; not a recipes book. Culinary, yes, but with imagination and art. When I remember what painters did to a bowl of fruit, I feel like writing a story on melons. Or strawberries, for that matter.

Eddie - yes, I knew you had exaggerated. It was certainly more than 5 minutes. But I believe you. Here in Europe we have to count carefully the seconds on the Internet: they are payable. So we have to write quickly. My best posts rarely take me more than a couple of minutes to write. (You can see that...)

See you later!


Gary S Tue Nov 9 23:53:40 PST 1999

Eddie,

Many Powers that started as military oppressors have wound up being the hands holding the tiger's by their tails.

GS


Gary S gsouza@corc.net Tue Nov 9 23:46:21 PST 1999

Americo,

I was just having fun with SM. There is no more to that parody of a sub-genre. Still, if you can tell me what the format for SM is, I will decide if I should try to contribute.

Hi Rhoda, Rachel, Allein, Old man, and all Notebookers.

GS


The Old Man theoldman@williamshakespeare.com Tue Nov 9 19:04:16 PST 1999

Greetings and felicitations to you all on this glorious day!

With all of the banter flying back and forth on the subject of 'special' days, allow me to remind you that today, (9Nov99) is the 10th anniversary of the destruction of the abominable wall.
The anniversary of the admission of the premier communist government on Earth that it 'just doesn't work' is a day well made for celebration.
The only thing that will top it is WHEN five and a half billion people in China are offered the same access to free will as the rest of the world. I will wait patiently for that day.

T.O.M.


Eddie French eddiefrench@email.com http://www.efrench.freeserve.co.uk Tue Nov 9 17:52:10 PST 1999

Americo,
Ok, I may have understated the truth of it. But honestly, no more than 8 minutes. I was online and in the text box at the bottom of the page after reading your post about Strawberries and the Moon.
I can write like this, but invariably I look back on it after a few hours and think it's fit for the bin only. I start meybe four or five projects a week and then stow them away for 'When I get around to it'.
One day I will complete a novel. Then I'll buy the fish and chips all round!
Later
Ed


Americo agsousa@esoterica.pt Tue Nov 9 17:05:41 PST 1999

Rhoda - thanks for the text (received).
Eddie - 5 minutes? The style is brilliant, the story is still to come, I guess. But I like it even as it is. There are writers who produce their best pieces quickly. That's perhaps your case.
Good night, people. I'm a bit tired today. So to bed.
Jon sends greetings. He's watching some soccer, eating corn flakes with his evening hot flambée incredible vodka cocktail. Quite a gourmet that cat.


Eddie French eddiefrench@email.com http://www.efrench.freeserve.co.uk Tue Nov 9 16:44:38 PST 1999

Rhoda,
It will probably have to be a simple 'chippy' somewhere near Cavern Walks in Liverpool (where I grew up). Of course, when I frequented the area it was the original cobbled back alley where the Beatles used to play. Sadly, now it is just a tarmac, steel and chrome replica of the original. But, thank the almighty, the fish and chip shops still drop the steak and kidney pies into the fat! and the cod is still twitching before it too goes in!

NI....Hmmm
Northern Ireland.
I was 18 years old when I got my first taste of death and maiming. I was a Section Commander of four more 18 year olds. We were entrusted with the dubious duty of keeping one religious faction from slaughtering another!!
But that's another story, which I am writing at the moment!
Steve has read the opening chapter. He says that he liked it. God only knows how that one will turn out, but with his help and guidence, I will present an honest and truthfull account of those times.(albeit with a little artistic licence for the masses)
I promise to fly you all over for a 'chippy meal' in liverpool just as soon as I make my first million!!!!
Liverpool has the best 'chip shops' in the world, and some of them still wrap the meal in newspapers!
Later,
Ed


Rhoda rfort@arn.net Tue Nov 9 14:29:02 PST 1999

Eddie,

What is an NI Vet?

Americo,

I have Aline-2 done. You should have it in your mail.

The company my husband works for just bought 30% interest in the national oil company of Lithuania. The company will be sending people to work over there. I think that I talked too freely about getting out of the country and wishing to see the world. We should be careful what we ask for.

Steve,

I couldn't agree with you more about veterens.

When Eddie makes his millions writing best sellers, he can fly us all over to England to see him. There we will meet together on some busy London street eating fish and chips and drinking beer. And of course, all food and drinks will be on Eddie. Americo, you bring the strawberries for dessert.

Happy Writing!

Rhoda


Eddie French eddiefrench@email.com http://www.efrench.freeserve.co.uk Tue Nov 9 14:08:03 PST 1999

Americo,
Of course Fish and chips on friday can improve. I wrote it in the text box while visiting the notebook. It took all of five minutes. There lies my biggest drawback, as Steve could tell you, and has told me in no uncertain terms on many occaisions.
I get a compulsion and have to act upon it. I write from the heart, then lack the discipline to go back and re-write.
One day I will sustain the urge and write a best seller. I will then be rich and famous. Of course, I will still visit the notebook and keep in touch with all of my friends here (Where would I be without you all?)
I promise here and now that I will take Fish and chips and expound upon it. I will submit it to the workbook for you all to praise or debunk (Americanism) it.
Steve,
I am so happy to see you posting on the notebook just recently. I too (As a (NI) Vet, bemoan the lack of suport our forefathers recieve for their valliant efforts to enable us to live the life we now lead.
Though as a NI vet I am probably looked upon by the rest of the (Uninformed) world as part of an oppressive military operation. (Particularly in the USA)
I will post again later tonight, I have more to say. But I have to do something else right now.
Later,
Ed


Americo agsousa@esoterica.pt Tue Nov 9 03:35:10 PST 1999

Jack - thanks for supporting "Strawberries and a Moon". Actually I would like you to write for it.

Eddie and Gary _ What are you waiting to finish your stories and publish them in the right place?
BTw: I love fish and chips.

FAQ about SM* (Strawberries and a Moon):

— Can one submit one or more stories and still be invited to become a member of the selection panel?

A: Of course! I do not even know if there will be a selection panel. If all the stories are good there will be no need for any selection. They will be automatically chosen.

—When will the book be finished?

A: That depends on you. Two months is more than enough to make a 2,00 pages of lovely prose.

— How about "Shadows"?

A: Rachel, Rhoda and me (or I) are working full-time on S* I thought that SM* will probably be easier to publish than S*. If a publisher likes SM* he may be interested in S* And we will all be rich and famous soon.

— Can Virginia Woolf, James Joyce or Stephen King be sure that their stories will be included in the final selection?

A: it's the quality of the stuff, not the curriculum of the author that counts. But of course I would immediatelly say yes to Katherine Mansfield. Yes! Yes! Yes!

_Will you collaborate with stuff?

A: I would like to resist the temptation and be just the editor of the book. I will write a preface to SM*

PLEASE SUPPORT "STRAWBERRIES AND A MOON". HOw? By publishing your story(ies) there.


Jai Jai@towersoft.com.au Mon Nov 8 21:53:21 PST 1999

Greetings all,

Ah spring weather has certianly caught up with us here in Australia. Seems we are all struggling with burried feelings of attraction and past affairs.

These feelings have already got two of my friends in trouble. Ah life.

S.K.S. - I think part of the reason for this is our natural wish to remember the good and forget the painful.

I hear you have been writing urban fantasy. How strange ;p

Damn house inspections and heartbroken friends and all the other things that are keeping me from writing. Tomorrow, tomorrow...

Jai


Jack Beslanwitch jack@forwriters.com http://pathfinder.com/FoodWine/webcast/tropp.html#who Mon Nov 8 20:44:21 PST 1999

          Jon: Actually, the story I have in mind centers around the three days involved in starting from scratch to do hot and sour soup, i.e., making all the condiments and then double chicken stock and then the work over the wok and then assembly. All of that and the memories of going to the China Moon Restaurant before it Barbara sold it. I suspect that her not being at the helm drastically changed the bistro style heaven that this little restaurant was. Also, I want to touch upon how I was inspired to become so involved in Chinese cooking, especially Sezchuan Chinese Cooking. In case you have not seen the cookbook that inspired this passion check out Barbara Tropp's China Moon Cookbook and while you are at it try out her Modern Art of Chinese Cooking Take care and happy eating and writing. Oh, finish it off with a nice dish of home made ginger ice cream made from scratch with just a hint of chocalate sauce on top. In doing a quick search I just found a real video presentation of Barbara Tropp doing her Perfect Chinese Spareribs. Having done these myself I have to second the motion that she is right on target in her name. These are absolutely scrumptious. alternate description is to die for.


Allein allein_anderson@hotmail.com http://alleinanderson.8m.com Mon Nov 8 18:44:18 PST 1999

THE TOP 25 SIGNS YOU HAVE GROWN UP!!!!!!!!!

1. Your potted plants stay alive.
2. You watch the Weather Channel.
3. You keep more food than beer in the fridge.
4. 6:00 AM is when you get up, not when you go to sleep.
5. You hear your favorite song on the elevator at work.
6. You carry an umbrella.
7. Your friends marry and divorce instead of hookup and breakup.
8. You go from 130 days of vacation time to 7.
9. Jeans and a sweater no longer qualify as 'dressed up,'
10. You're the one calling the police because those darn kids next door don't know how to turn down the stereo.
11. Older relatives feel comfortable telling rude jokes around you.
12. You don't know what time Kentucky fried chicken closes anymore.
13. Your car insurance goes down and your car payments go up.
14. You feed your dog Science Diet instead of McDonald's.
15. Sleeping on the couch is a no-no.
16. You no longer take naps from noon to 6 p.m.
17. Dinner and a movie - The whole date instead of the beginning of one.
18. MTV News is no longer your primary source for information.
19. You go to the drugstore for Ibuprofen and antacids, not panadol and pregnancy test kits.
20. A $4.00 bottle of wine is no longer 'pretty good stuff,'
21. You actually eat breakfast foods at breakfast time.
22. Grocery lists are longer than macaroni & cheese, diet Pepsi & Ho-Ho's.
23. 'I just can't drink the way I used to,' replaces 'I'm never going to drink that much again.'
24. Over 90% of the time you spend in front of a computer is for real work.
25. You don't get drunk at home to save money before going to a bar.



Jon, PPR Mon Nov 8 17:30:40 PST 1999

If you run to the workbook you'll find a list of my grandma's favorites. Maybe they inspire you for your riveting, mind numbing stories (Gary). And yes, Eddie, good English at last! Lovely style. But the story can improve...


Jon, PPR Mon Nov 8 16:42:35 PST 1999

Did you know that strawberries are of the ROSE family?


Gary S Mon Nov 8 14:42:05 PST 1999

SKS,

It seems to me after hearing about Remembrance Day, that the
American counterpart for this is not Thanksgiving, a November observance of the pilgrim's event, but Memorial Day, a Holiday at the end of May to honor the war dead. In my state (the pilgrims landed in my back yard) we have another November holiday called Veteran's Day which is not observed in other states.

GS


Gary S gsouza@corc.net Mon Nov 8 14:16:45 PST 1999

Teekay,

I want to thank you separately for mentioning my demonstrated suggestion for Strawberries. I am surprised to hear "riveting" as a description. That's better than I might expect. Looking at it as objectively as I can manage I may have said "mind numbing."

GS


S.K.S. Perry sks_perry@sympatico.ca Mon Nov 8 13:57:15 PST 1999

Hey all,

I was walking through the mall yesterday and couldn't help but notice that they were already geared up for the Christmas Holiday season. That's right, no sooner does the last goblin, spook or Pokeman shout, "Trick or Treat," when the Halloween decorations come down and the Christmas hype begins. Not that this surprised me. Christmas season seems to come earlier and last longer every year.

It occurred to me, however, that between Halloween and Christmas we were ignoring an important holiday (no, not Thanksgiving for you Americans. I'm Canadian, eh) - Remembrance Day. We celebrate the Queen's birthday with fireworks, even though she's really not our queen any more, and she's been dead for quite a while now. We celebrate Thanksgiving Day with family and feasting (although it's really an American holiday - I don't recall studying Canadian pilgrims in history class.) And of course there's Easter and the Easter bunny (where the real meaning of the holiday seems to be as lost as Christmas), St. Patrick's day and green beer, New Years Eve and more beer (colour optional), and the odd assortment of Mother's Day, Father's Day, Grandparent's Day, ad infinitem.

Doesn't it seem odd that the day to celebrate the end of the "War to end all wars" is observed, by the majority of Canadians (and Americans), with only a brief minute of silence? Remembrance Day is a celebration of not only the end of a global conflict (as if that in itself weren't reason enough to celebrate), but a celebration of the end of the wars that unfortunately came after. Even more so, it is a way to pay our respect for the millions who gave their lives in those conflicts.

We create such a fuss over some monarch's birthday, or the fact that pilgrims a few hundred years ago managed to survive their first winter, but when it comes to celebrating the fact that a power bent on world domination was finally thwarted at the cost of millions of lives, how do we choose to remember this? A moment's silence. When I was a kid, Remembrance Day was an actual holiday - a day off. Eventually it became regulated to a morning assembly in the auditorium, and finally, to the principal calling for a minute's silence over the P.A. system.

Maybe it's because the majority of us have no real inkling what war is about, and what sacrifices were made in our name. We don't live with the constant threat of war, or nuclear annihilation anymore (well, maybe we do, but the media has downplayed the possibility, so we just ignore it).
I live on a military base in Trenton, Ontario - which just happens to be my hometown. (Join the military and see the world - yeah, right!) I'm 38 years old. Old enough to remember when the air raid sirens would go off every Wednesday afternoon at 12:00 as part of a routine test. Sometimes, because of power problems like everyone plugging in their toaster at the same time, or a squirrel chewing on a conduit, the sirens would go off inadvertently. I'll never forget the look of panic on the faces of our older citizens. For them, the horror of war and of losing loved ones was still fresh. For Generation Xers, the thought of another World War seems as likely as alien abduction, vampire slayers, and A.I controlled virtual reality. Maybe less so.

Or perhaps it is because Remembrance Day has proven to be a failure in many ways. After all, the "War to end all wars", wasn't. It was followed only a few decades later by another World War, then by Vietnam, Korea, Grenada, Kuwait, and the score of conflicts we have so recently found ourselves embroiled in. Maybe it's fitting that Remembrance Day is solemnly observed, and almost ignored except for those who still bear the physical and psychological scars of battle. If anything, it has been spared the crass commercialism that has buried the true meaning of holidays like Christmas and Easter.

Still, I think that as the new Millennium dawns, and we realize that hopefully the 1900's will be the last century to witness a World War where one country or group is bent on world domination, that Remembrance Day deserves a little more respect. Respect for the event that it celebrates, and for those who gave their lives.

Be Well, Live Well.




Jon, PPR Mon Nov 8 11:30:46 PST 1999

And now that "Strawberries and a Moon" is wetting everyone's appetite and talent, we need some music. But first the lyrics. Any poet around?
Jon, PPR (Publicity and Public Relations).


Americo agsousa@esoterica.pt Mon Nov 8 09:12:50 PST 1999

Jack : thanks for having opened our new collaborative writing project "Strawberries and a Moon".

I remind everyone that your stories must be published in the appropriate place in the Workbook (not on the Notebook). That is a passprotected page. The password must be asked to Jack. Below is the theme (also published in Workbook). Happy writing!

STRAWBERRIES AND A MOON
What is your favorite food? This can be a dish or a dessert. It can be a cake or an ice-cream. Something exotic, or as simple and familiar as fish and chips. Contemporary like a Macburguer or historical like so many dishes made of venison or buffalo meat. And don't forget the drinks... Your favorite food has made you dream and helped you love. It was the object of your obsessions and responsible for that line which you lost but will recover when your feelings become superior to your gastronomic appetites. When the lady or the gentleman sends that terrible message through his/her loving eyes: "either chocolates or me, dear." This is a new project open to all Notebookers. Write one or more stories having your favorite food as core and your imagination as limit. It is suggested that your story should have a minimum of ten A4 pages (about 3,000 words) but the quantity is not compulsory; quality is. The best stories will then be chosen by a panel of critics, invited and headed by Americo Sousa, and a collection entitled "Strawberries and a Moon" may be submitted to a publisher. Who knows if this is the best chance in your life to become rich and famous?
7th November, 1999
Américo Guerreiro de Sousa


Rhoda rfort@arn.net Sun Nov 7 19:27:10 PST 1999

The week-end is over and I am relieved. I survived it! Friday was my son's birthday party. Saturday, I had to go and offer moral support for my daughter in the 4-H food fair. She made alternate (second place). Considering this was her first cooking competition, that was great. That night we went to Amarillo for a night out with Russell's boy scout pack at the Hockey game.

With all this talk of strawberries and fish and chips, I am decidedly hungry. This is no longer a friendly, easy place for a poor soul trying desperately to stick to a diet--Dr. Atkins, no less.

Eddie,

I am so happy to hear that Kyesha has been thriving. I can't believe she is already a year old. How wonderful to be expecting a millenium baby in the family! I liked your Fish and Chips on Friday. I had a good sense of place and smells and sights.

Now I hope that through the coming week some of Jon and Eddie's genius will rub off on me. I have to finish my new beginning to THE RELUCTANT BARBARIAN because I wish to enter it in a contest. I also wish to throw it in the path of some of you. I need to know if I am on the right track with it. Last week was terrible for writing. I accomplished very little because so much was going on. This week I do not want to fall back on excuses. I want to write at least five pages a day whatever happens.

Well, I had better get the wee folk to bed.

Happy Writing!

Rhoda


Eddie French eddiefrench@email.com http://www.efrench.freeserve.co.uk Sun Nov 7 18:16:19 PST 1999

I know that there was absolutely no sign of a strawberry in that last piece and although it would have been so easy to drop in a hint of moon, I refused to take the easy way.
It just goes to show that our muse is not under our control at all. It goes where it will!
I don't even know how I got that last from Strawberries and a moon.......but that's what came, who am I to argue!
Later,
Ed


Eddie French eddiefrench@email.com http://www.efrench.freeserve.co.uk Sun Nov 7 17:30:14 PST 1999

Fish and Chips on Friday

It's getting dark now and me dad will comin' soon. I love Fridays. He brings us sweets home, gets them from the corner shop e' does. Mr Jolly stays open late on Friday 'cause we all get sweets on Friday night. Even little Joey Smallwood gets sweets on Friday night and his dad is just the cocky watchman at the docks.
It's 'alf seven already. He'll be out the gates by now! Our street looks great now when it goes dark, we've got them new lights stuck on the outside of the houses. There's one over our front door. I was reading me comics on the step last night until me mum made me come in, she said it was cold enough to freeze the balls off of a brass monkey. Funny things mums!
I know what I'll do. If I take me time getting to the end of the street I might get to Jollys' just before me dad, an' he can give me me sweets before we get home and our Billy wont be able to pinch mine off me like he did last Friday, hee hee!
Got to run past the old witches' house or she'll turn me into a black cat and kick me every day for a year.
Phew..made it!
Now I'm going to open Jolly's door three times in one go and make the bell go wild. Hee hee!
'Get away from that bloody door Jack Dooley!'
'Sorry Mr Jolly, me leg got stuck.' hee hee
'Can I have a tuppeny gas mantle and a silver shillin for the gas.'
'Here, and don't run with that mantle or it'll be in bits by the time you get home, then you'll really be for it.'
'Ok, bye.'
'Get off that bloody door!!'
Me dad should be comin soon now. I'll just take me time going down the street, except for by the witches house, I'll have to run past there.
'Oye, Jack!'
'Dad'
'Come 'ere you little scamp, not so fast, watch out for those wet cobbles....ooomph, up y'go.'
I love sittin on me dads' shoulders, I can see all of the world. I can see into his overcoat pocket from here. I can see me sweets.
'What 'ave you got for me, dad.'
'Never you mind, you'll be gettin your tea first or your mum will skin me alive.'
I can smell the vinegar coming up from the huge package he's carrying under his arm. It's all mixed in with the smell of the docks and cotton and bananas and soap. There's huge spiders come off the banana boats and bite the dockers, not me dad though, he's too tough.
It's Friday and me dads' just been paid. We're 'avin fish and chips for tea. It's all wrapped up in those newspapers under his arm. We're going to eat them out of the paper, no plates tonight. Hold on tight, it's a long way down. But me dad wouldn't let me fall. I love Fridays. I love it when me dad comes home.


Eddie French eddiefrench@email.com http://www.efrench.freeserve.co.uk Sun Nov 7 17:29:04 PST 1999

Good evening everybody,
(It is where I am!)
We (Anita and I) have just got back from visiting two of our offspring who unwisely moved to Cannock last year. I say unwisely because they are now forty minutes away doing a steady Ninety down the M6 toward Birmingham (UK.)
Just to update you all, everybody here is doing fine. Nichola is pregnant again and expects a son just about the time of the millenium. Kyesha is doing fine and has finally put aside the nebuliser (For good we hope!) Believe it or not Rhoda, Steve, Kyesha is now over 1 year old!
It seems like yesterday that we were chatting on ICQ about her breathing problems soon after she was born. Sheeesh!
No Jon, that is not an English word.....yet! (We continue to steal so many from around the world)
Hold on.....there is a writing link here somewhere.....
(The noise you can hear is the noise of the cogs spinning in my head as I frantically re-wind to the point of this post!)
Oh yes, here it comes.... Driving back from Cannock tonight we were listening to Peter Gabriels' "Shakin' The Tree" and I happened to mention to Anita that one of the songs we were listening to was actually the inspiration for one of my short stories. As the tape wound on I realised that no fewer than three of my works were inspired by this one album. This album never fails to paint fantastic pictures in my mind when I listen to it. I can never suffer the dreaded writers 'B' while talent such as this is available to the world.
Has anybody else been so inspired by music in their 'muse'?
If so, is it because of a particular artist or melody?
I really would like to know.
Later,
Ed


Americo agsousa@esoterica.pt Sun Nov 7 13:44:26 PST 1999

Of course you can, Jon. "Strawberries and a Moon" is your idea. You are absolutelly immortal. And you will be head of the publicity and public relations department.

Now, people-- It's your turn to show your genius.


Jon agsousa@esoterica.pt Sun Nov 7 13:41:14 PST 1999

Thanks, shadow man. I'm so proud you liked my prospection genius! May I collaborate as well?


Americo agsousa@esoterica.pt Sun Nov 7 13:39:34 PST 1999

Thank you, Jon. Remarkable work. I have just asked Jack to open a new project in the Workshop entitled "Strawberries and a Moon". Our new best-seller. All welcome!


Jon agsousa@esoterica.pt Sun Nov 7 06:28:03 PST 1999

Avatar - that's the idea. Your little text is very pretty. And by the way, I would like to see you here more often.

Teekay - Fine. Let us try to to start that round robin before A* wakes up and steals us the idea.

Gary - actually I was thinking of you as a valid collaborator for "Strawberries and a Moon".

Eddie — Hey, allo, how are you, we have been missing you terribly. What's this page without some good English such as yours? Now please stay for good.

And everybody: the anxiety of the writer before choosing his/her title can be seen in my third title for "Strawberries and a Moon" —
"Ten Strawberries and a Single Moon". This means that each story should have at least ten pages (3,000 words) and a single recipe in it.
The title, however, is, definitively, and only (I like these commas)
"Strawberries and a Moon"-
And the rules for this project will have the word strawberry, or the word moon, or both, in each of them.

Yes, people, start your stories ... three, two, one... NOW!

PS: how is writers' block possible in this wonderful Notebook? Not with me around!

Allein: I like some of your funnies. Of course I do not read all of them, otherwise I would like them all. But the best was the story of the young priest who needed a drink to say his sermon. I have been telling it to anyone I see in the street and looks like being nicely tipsy. I ask him if he is a young priest and has come from his first sermon in church. The person's reaction is always: "Why do you ask that?". So I tell him the story. Then we go to the pub and the person pays me half a lager. This is an infallible method for making new friends. I've already made ten friends this way. If you like, I can bring them here to say "Hello" to you.


Teekay. Sun Nov 7 03:52:34 PST 1999

Hi all,
JON:- I think your idea for 'strawberries and a moon' is a terrific idea, I'm all for it. Maybe you can be the head editor of this one.

RHODA:- Hope your son had a great birthday also and that the cake made it safely to the day.

ASHLING:- I was a bit confused about the refresh and reload thingy as well, in fact I think I still am. Any hints would be appreciated.

Ed:- Hi Ed. I'm glad to see that the chat room works. I was beginning to wonder wether anybody used it. Am still popping in and out but haven't encountered any body else in there yet.

GARY:- Your story was riveting and I for one await the next chapter with baited breath.

I have been very good and written religiously every night since I said I would and it's a very satisfying feeling. Polished up a short story that had been floating around for about 5 years and I'm going to be sending that off and then waiting anxiously for the postie to deliver that rejection slip. I once read about this writer who said that the more rejection slips she got the more determined she was to become a published writer. I think that's very inspiring even though I'd much rather forgo all the rejection slips and just go straight to published. I've had a few poems published and a newspaper article and the money was absolutely pitiful, but WHAT A THRILL!! Now the plan is to have some short stories published and then onto the big time, I'm talking Stephen King big time.

STEPHEN KING:- If you're reading this from your laptop as you sit up in your sickbed " Get Well Soon".

ED:- Am going now to check out your web page.

Bye all till next time. :-)


Gary S Sun Nov 7 01:48:01 PST 1999

And why is there a big blank space after my post?


Gary S gsouza@corc.net. Sun Nov 7 01:42:42 PST 1999

Stawberries and a Moon.

She was a knock out, this dame, or my name ain't Harry Klank and L.A. ain't west of the mississippi. Two seconds after she stepped into my office I was sitting at my desk with my tongue trying to put a fresh shine on my shoes. Her skirt was so tight she could only walk about four inches in one step. She got great action from those small steps just south of the belly button and north of the knees. And I tell you, this girl had some prize acreage. She also had legs that went all the way up to... well I guess a guy shouldn't say where those legs went, but I can tell you they went there, and in ten seconds I was thinking about how I might like to pay a visit myself.

She sat down and put a cigarette in one those long things you suck the smoke through so you don't get brown fingers. I tell you, I know class when I see it.

She was too hinky to talk at first. I knew I would have to break the ice. "You look like someone with a problem," I said. "Why don't we start by you telling me your name and why you came here." I looked straight at her eyes with a serious look on my face, I was hoping she would think my tongue was a new kind of tie.

She said, "My name is Srawberries." She tilted her chin down and looked at me through a pair of eyelashes that were long enough to comb back over her head if she ever went bald. I've seen these on other dames but they were always fake.

"Strawberries," I said. "Do they call you that on account of all that red hair?" I don't know if she understood me. My tongue was full of dust bunnies from under the desk.

"I need somebody to find somebody," she said slowly. She was choosing her words carefully, two somebody's in one sentence, like a person who had something to say but didn't want to say too much. I know how to spot things like that. You learn stuff in this business. You learn how to spot the phonies and the grifters, you learn how to sniff out the four-flushers and con artists, the slickers and the wise acres that know all the tricks, the monkeys who'll trip a guy up and pull the wool over his eyes. I just never learned what it means to know all that stuff.

"So you want to find Somebody, eh," I said? "Well who doesn't sister? If you want anything from me I need a retainer, and I need one up front."

She looked at me and said, "You're right, you have a terrible over-bite. I'll give you the name of my orthodontist."

"Don't get cute with me," I snapped. "I wasn't born yesterday, when a smart looking dame like you pops in here in the middle of the day with no appointment and one of those long things you put cigarettes in and eyelashes long enough to blow away the smoke... Where was I? Never mind. Just tell me what you're really after, Red. And stow the con job."

She pulled out one of those cloth things you use to blow your nose in and she started to cry. She sopped up the tears with the cloth thing for a minute... then she blew her her nose in the cloth thing. One of those long, loud blubbery honkers that go on for a really long time. After a minute she settled down and sniffed a bit. I would have sniffed a bit myself about then but she didn't offer me any.

"You have to find him for me she blurted out? I'm desperate
I don't have anywhere to turn. I have no one to help me and he's gone, vanished without a trace and I just know he has it. I mean he must have it. If he doesn't have it who does have it? Can't you see, Mr. Kank, My fate is in your hands."

"That's Klank," I said, "Some letters came off the door, I haven't had any time to get new ones."

"Oh! Well, why don't I just call you Ary?" she said in that soft silky girl-child kind of voice, a lot like that Jennifer woman who plays in the movies and uses that same kind of voice.

"Fine," I said. "How about telling me who this guy is and what it is that he has, and if you want it so bad, where do I get mine?"

"His name is... it's... Frank. Frank Dinsmore, and he took the... the..."

"Come on," I said impatiently. "Spill it sister. This Dinsmore guy, who is he and what did he take?"

Strawberries turned a little pale and her eyes got wide. She looked at me and said, "It's... the Moon... it's the Maltese Moon."

* * *


Tune in tomorrow for Chapter four. "Klank goes in the tank." Or, "Why does a private eye always go to the scene of the crime and get arrested by a really nasty cop that used to be his partner before he got kicked off the police force? And why does the cop always let him go after they have one of those stupid talks at the station that doesn't reveal anything important about the crime?"

GS


Jack Beslanwitch jack@forwriters.com http://www.webwitch.com/posi-web/australia.html Sat Nov 6 22:07:07 PST 1999

Just dropped in and found things a little overweight, so archived again. Hope this speeds up the load time. Take care everyone and hoping you all are having a wonderful weekend. Next weekend I will be at Orycon in Portland. If there are any Notebookers from around Portland drop by the Westercon 56 table and say hello.


Also, in case I had not mentioned it. The problem with my client related to the mail server of the ISP that I had their domain located on. Sometimes I could cheerfully come up with a way to reach down the phone to throttle the clueless tech support people. At other times I am pleasantly surprised at how truly helpful they are. This instance fell somewhere in between, but the problem is still not resolved. Oh, well. Monday and a new business day awaits.


Take care and happy writing. Also, if you have not looked at the Australia pages recently, I have added text, pictures and pages and a real video of a didge player to boot. Have fun.



Allein Sat Nov 6 18:57:18 PST 1999

Jon - I think "Strawberries and a Moon" is a nice title -it has a nice image. Strawberries happen to be my favorite fruit.
Allein


Sat Nov 6 18:12:34 PST 1999


Eddie French eddiefrench@email.com http://www.efrench.freeserve.co.uk Sat Nov 6 17:55:46 PST 1999

Sorry, I forgot to explain!
I have just got my new machine up and running....It's an AMD K6 500 with 128 ram...It screams!!
Be prepared to be bored to death!
Ed


Eddie French eddiefrench@email.com http://www.efrench.freeserve.co.uk Sat Nov 6 17:52:00 PST 1999

Hi Americo,
Did you miss me?
Look out, I am back for good!
I look forward to a wealth of stimulating debate. Don't let me down.


Eddie French eddiefrench@email.com http://www.efrench.freeserve.co.uk Sat Nov 6 17:49:26 PST 1999

Hi all,
Just a word to let you know that I still lurk. How are you all?
I managed to get a response in the chat room last night. How are you today Teekay?
The tone of the notebook seems to be returning to an earlier era. I like this.
I wish you all good fortune.
Ed


Jon Sat Nov 6 17:35:25 PST 1999

Once the Notebook was filled with humor, for there was Allein. But now there's Allein's funnies. Some would say this is progress, some would say not, some would just say .. I say nothing because, as everone knows, I am very sweet and always kind (and do not want to be hissed off as well).

On a more serious tone.

Isn't "Strawberies and a Moon" a lovely title? "Red Strawberries and a Silver Moon" is still more colorful. I prefer short titles, provided they are appetizing and poetic. Which one do you prefer, Allein. (The others can also say their opinion, but without hissing me or something)


Allein allein_anderson@hotmail.com http://alleinanderson.8m.com Sat Nov 6 16:32:01 PST 1999

Once, the notebook was filled with darkness, for there was no humor. But now, there is Allein's funnies. Enjoy!

The CIA---
A few months ago, there was an opening with the CIA for an assassin. These highly classified positions are hard to fill, and there's a lot of testing and background checks involved before you can even be considered for the position.

After sending some applicants through the background checks, training and testing, they narrowed the possible choices down to 2 men and a woman, but only one position was available.

The day came for the final test to see which person would get the extremely secretive job. The CIA men administering the test took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun.

"We must know that you will follow your instructions no matter what the circumstances" they explained. "Inside this room, you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Take this gun and kill her."

The man got a shocked look on his face and said, "You can't be serious! I could never shoot my own wife!"

"Well", says the CIA man, "You're definitely not the right man for this job then."

So they bring the second man to the same door and hand him a gun. "We must know that you will follow instructions no matter what the circumstances", they explained to the second man. "Inside you will find your wife sitting in a
chair. Take this gun and kill her."

The second man looked a bit shocked, but nevertheless took the gun and went in the room. All was quiet for about 5 minutes, then the door opened. The man came out of the room with tears in his eyes. "I tried to shoot her, I
just couldn't pull the trigger and shoot my wife. I guess I'm not the right man for the job."

"No" the CIA man replied, "You don't have what it takes.
Take your wife and go home."
Now they're down to the woman left to test.

Again they lead her to the same door to the same room and handed her the same gun. "We must be sure that you will follow instructions no matter what the circumstances, this is your final test. Inside you will find your husband
sitting in a chair. Take this gun and kill him."

The woman took the gun and opened the door. Before the door even closed all the way, the CIA men heard the gun start firing. One shot after another for 13 shots. They heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls. This went on for
several minutes, then all went quiet.

The door opened slowly, and there stood the woman. She wiped the sweat from her brow and said "You guys didn't tell me the gun was loaded with blanks! I had to beat him to death with the chair!"


Avatar firewings79@hotmail.com Sat Nov 6 15:08:40 PST 1999

kzzzzt!
Needing news for nosey nincompoops?
We want to write it!
Rejects from the R & R rodeo refill rangy, rusted ropers with red Ra Ra radishes. Ruckin' riders ride rear-ended to rain in Rhode Island raider's retreat!
Timed truck full of tasty treats has been tampered with on the turn of Twelfth and Twenty-second. Tragic touch of the Toffee and Tamale terrors tramp on the terrible turnover!
Sally Samwise has been spotted supervising the silly sports subject in Summer School!
Last but certainly not the least:
Lousy layabouts from the Licorice, Lollipop and Lime Lullaballoo have loosed the lynx Lyla Lilli inside the lax Layering Linker. Harry Harris' happy harmoninca has no heart for this horrendous happenin'
That's all for today. This is R. L. E. Loudmouth signing off.
kzzzzt!




Jon- I would add to that round robin (aptly titled Strawberries and a Moon) with a reference to the moon

As the evening slowly painted the sky with dark colors, our cold bodies were nicely warmed with a mug of hot cider, sweetened with cloves and allspice to give it a delicious, musky taste. I asked our host the recipe, she just smiled and told me it was a gallon of cider and then the world!



Sorry guys, you just can't get rid of me! ;)
-Avatar


Jon agsousa@esoterica.pt Sat Nov 6 06:56:55 PST 1999

Rhoda: your recipes make yum, yummy food. I have been trying them all. Then I copy them for my notebook with my expert comments. When I'll have one hundred recipes with my comments and some food stories I will have the best recipe book ever. I already have ten recipes.

I have an idea for a new round robin. Why don't you, people, write a short-story around your favourite dish? For instance.
"It was a long summer's dust. We were sitting in the garden when Joanne brought my favourite dessert: strawberries with chinchilla. It's an easy ice cream: two pounds ugar, ten litters whole milk, 50 grams salt and pepper. I remember that Joanne had no pepper so I suggested she could use coffee grains instead... She was greeted with wild shouts of "for me, for me first". It was a very civilized gathering so I shouted only three times and knocked down Boots only once when he tried to..."

Well, you have the idea.

PS. A* promised me he will not be the head editor of this one, called:

"Strawberries and a Moon"

I like this title.


Sat Nov 6 03:00:13 PST 1999

Hi one and all!

RHODA: Hope your son had a great birthday. BTW, maybe you can combine your talents by writing a cookbook.

GARY: Keep talking like that & my husband will nominate you for President or somesuch.

JAI & RACHEL: Thanks for aiding the Computer Challenged. With all the Thesauruses lurking about my house, you'd think I'd realize the crucial difference between Reload and Refresh in a chat room.

JACK: Can you describe this client of yours? Was he wearing a self-righteous attitude, accessorized by a chip on his shoulder and a loud voice? Same guy showed up at my office late Friday afternoon, and committed a Rant-and-Run.

However, my mood brightened upon reading my daily email from Literary Calendar ---

On Nov. 5, 1930: "When Sinclair Lewis receives a telephone call from a Swedish newspaper correspondent telling him he is the first American to win the Nobel Prize for Literature, Lewis thinks it is a prank and begins imitating the man's accent."

That really made me laugh. Of course, I always enjoy hearing about great writers who lacked confidence in themselves. It gives me a tiny bit more hope that one day ... I too will be published AND paid for my stories.

I actually got a bit of writing done late last night and look forward to more of the same tomorrow. Hope everyone has a hot date with their Muse this weekend!!

Best regards,
Ashling


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