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tues.,feb. 16,1999 7:00pm -0500(ET) el barrio
Conversions.I have converted the first five pages from Basic
Editor to Advanced Editor(Tra la!) which will hopefully help
with the el zappo problem. The geek/perfectionist and the artist/poet/diaryist/perfectionist/iwantandiwantitNOW!brat
are at war and I'm not sure who's winning.
And I'm even doing better on the eating/sleeping front(!)
More diary,soon...I promise,take care,you all.
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sun.,feb. 28,1999 5:34am -0500(ET) el barrio
life has been a little too interesting.
Death brings out the best and worst in people.I really have
a hard time talking about it.So this is it for now.
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sun.,feb. 28,1999 9:38pm -0500(ET) el barrio
FYI
15th Street Friends Meeting
15 Rutherford Place
New York,NY 10003
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mon.,mar. 01,1999 11:44pm -0500(ET) el barrio
Honor thy father and mother.
The toughest commandment of them all.Our parents gave us life,
the most precious gift of all.We are much more than our DNA.
This body has a mind and a soul.I said it,the s-word,
soul.Somehow much harder to say than sex or sad or silly.Soul.
What does it mean?Don't go rushing to the dictionary.Connect to my heart.Hidden there among the roller-coaster of moods and memories. I guess I've got one.Don't think about it much.
Maybe it went out dancing in one of those exquisite Quaker
silences,kinda like Odo joining the link,melting into a
collective consciousness,going further down the river on
our spiritual journey.Feel the force,Luke.Phone home.
I've gotta send a letter to you.Rock my soul in the bosom
of Abraham.The bungee jumping of faith.In our selves.In each
other.
The web has a soul and a heart.It lives on faith.It honors its
father and mother.Yes,it is full of fallen angels.It shall be
redeemed.As long as your have your receipt. No ticky,no washy.
Let us pray for the collective consciousness of the web and
reach consensus.Lead us not into temptation.And deliver us from evil.Amen.
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tuesday,march 16,1999(post to two mailing lists)
Merry meet!
Today is exactly one month since my dad died.There have been several
changes as a result.
Chocolate has become one of my basic food groups.Though,my wife sees
to it that I eat a goodly amount of "real food".
I am a full tilt boogy web ring addict,twenty-five rings and counting.
My moods are swinging all over the place,my sleep pattern has changed.
I am attending New Haven Friends Meeting(Quakers) every week.
I am recconnecting with Wicca,Taoism,Shamanism,Evangelical Christianity,Zen,pantheism,speaking in tongues. . .
That's some of what's happening with me.How is everyone?Sorry to
be so intense,scares a lot of people off.
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wednesday,march 17,1999
To Bob(see guestbook):
Thank you for signing my guestbook,much appreciated.Absolutely adored your site.I see you are a great participant in my favorite sport-guestbook signing/jumping.There is a great spirit of synchronicity and reciprocity alive in your guestbook that gives me great hope this morning before breakfast,the morning swallow,and seeing if there's a lady or a tiger waiting in my email inbox.Yesterday,was one month since my dad died,today would be the 77th birthday of my Uncle Pat,who ended his life by suicide in 1976,the year of me and my older brother's first major nervous breakdowns. Your poetry is fabulous,you have exquisite taste,as evidenced by your treasure of a wife.My wife and I will be celebrating 13 wonderful years on Saturday. I guess I'm a wee bit manic this morning.Can I have your permission to put your poem The Morning on my web site? You can choose the page.Enuf! Take care,Richard/Beary
Update:Bob gave me permission to put up his poem,it will going
on my faith journey,when I get it together.
https://www.angelfire.com/ct/bearybipolar/faith.html
Unsoliticted(sp?) advice:Remember the power of the DELETE key,
if you get upsetting email,just DELETE it.
Be well.
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