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Sunshine
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25 posted 09-18-2003 08:38 AM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine


Noah?     You are wise beyond your years.

Serenity?  In your heart.  
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26 posted 09-18-2003 10:16 PM       View Profile for Earth Angel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Earth Angel


Hey, Noah! I'm with Serenity! You should have a column or some such thing. Your spirituality and inate wisdom would be invaluable in guiding our young people!

This was a very fine entry to your journal!

muchos huggums!
Linda
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27 posted 09-19-2003 01:39 PM       View Profile for Nightshade   Email Nightshade   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nightshade's Home Page   View IP for Nightshade

Noah -  God Bless you !!
  
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28 posted 09-19-2003 02:51 PM       View Profile for Midnitesun   Email Midnitesun   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Midnitesun

Sunshine, LOL, he is also wise beyond his ears.
Noah, I haven't read this entire thread yet...LOL, I work 2 jobs each is basically fulltime...
and then, there is Pips.
But what I've read is thoroughly enjoyable.

And did you know I too am a Scorpio?
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29 posted 09-24-2003 04:18 AM       View Profile for Mistletoe Angel   Email Mistletoe Angel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Mistletoe Angel's Home Page   View IP for Mistletoe Angel

---------Wednesday, September 24 2003--------

Open Tuning Point Of View

As I begin to type here on a mild, tranquil second evening of autumn at 1:00, I find myself feeling in more of a "DGDgbd" mood as opposed to the "EADgbe" standard mood. In the heart of it all, I speak with the same tone you know and love, but along the edges my vocals go one step lower. It is difficult to explain, truly, so I think of what my guitar teacher taught me in converting from standard to open tuning:

1: Tune the sixth string (low E) down by a wholetone to D. To do this, refer to the pitch of the 4th string (D) which sounds one octave higher.

2: Tune the fifth string (A) down by a wholenote to G. To do this, refer to the pitch of the 3rd string (g) which sounds one octave higher.

3: The tuning of the 4th, 3rd, and 2nd (D,g,b) strings remain unchanged.

4: Tune the first string (e) down by a wholenote to d. To do this, refer to the pitch of the 4th string (D) which sounds one octave lower.


So deep in my sparrow vocal chords, I keep singing with the same tone of voice, but deep between my pharynx and trachea, my lower and higher pitches are mixed up and all sound one step lower. I don't know, it might be more of a minor-pentatonic realm, but I've been in the middle of this "indian summer mezzo piano" section of the year.

As I have said before, I wasn't always the optimistic, cheerful soul I am now. My childhood was overall a dissonance in orchestration, constantly composed in sorrow. I expressed one side of my trauma as a child in school, and another with Asperger's, but a third huge trauma affected me as a child, nightmares and gelastic and epilectic seizures.

Some of you have read my poem I posted for the first time, from my earliest days of writing poetry, titled "Oubilette". That is one among a handful of dark poems I wrote within the first few months I began writing poetry in winter 2000, all about child nightmares. My dad went on business trips quite a lot as I was growing up and sometimes my mom falls into deep sleeps easily, so I was alone quite a lot to cope with these demons. Almost every single black-and-blue night, I had horrible nightmares, and they seemed to gradually get worse every night, to the point when I was 10, I decided to become an insomniac, after I had a terrible dream when I was walking in a flourescent carnival set right in the middle of a graveyard. There were zombies taking out their eyes and throwing them at bottles to win prizes, half-bull, half-Medusa people hitting this hatchet against a platform like men do all the time at amusement parks to show their strength, only if the stone hit the bell in my nightmares, it would cut the rope of a guillotine blade and fall upon abducted victims who suffered nightmares like I did! I knew I had to wake up and kept trying to shake my head but I didn't notice a vampire coming up behind me with a tombstone and smashing me in the skull again and again and again! So for every night after I stayed up all the way until I could see the morning light, but I barely got any sleep because I went to school! It became too much for me and I couldn't win, and fell asleep every other night and suffered the same terrible nightmares. But it only got worse, as I also got seizures, particularly in September and October when I was a little boy, and I truly felt that The Exorcist was attempting to take over my entire body, and to make sure I couldn't fight back, my legs would be torn apart, and I truly felt the terrible vibration in my legs was the devil pulling at me!

My mom, who I've always loved soooooooo much, felt heartbroken for so long and I remember many times how she hugged me close, crying and weeping to God, "What's wrong with my little boy, please help him!" I went to the hospital and remember taking many shots and having wires and little sticky green adhesives attached to my head, arms, legs, and chest. Before they figured out I had Asperger's Syndrome and not any severe disease or paranoia, they explained to my mom about epilectic seizures and advised her to put me on Tegretol. And it worked! After about sixteen months on that medication, I was free at age 12 and have never had a seizure since, barely even a nightmare!

This is the reason why I hate the darkness and even speaking of it much anymore. I never go to bed before 11:00 and usually write poetry on my bed with the light on until just after midnight. But I also don't consider myself a severe insomniac, as I still get eight or more hours of sleep mos nights. I believe I have to be acquainted with the night and understand and remind myself time and time again how far I've come and that Pleiades and Andromeda and all the stars are angels all guiding over me and all of us! And every night I do fall asleep now, I almost always have beautiful, sweet dreams of falling in love with my dream girl of the future, seeing me and my dream wife in the future watching the birth of a baby girl before our very eyes, rainbows and unicorns and faeries, children dancing and holding hands in circles, even oocasional dreams of being with my Passions friends! They are sooooooooooo beautiful it makes me cry believing God makes me dream these sweet dreams and He fought the demons away with me! Ha ha Exorcist!

I guess the point I'm ending with is that this time of year brings back many memories for me and I'm just a little sad to be honest I couldn't dream a sweet dream as a little boy. I guess that's why I live my life now with the youth and spirit of a boy because besides believing we should all live with the spirit of the child in us for the sake of innocence and magic and love, I never got to be a boy as a boy and I believe there's a lot of catching-up to do here. This truly feels like the matutinal stage of my childhood each day I wake up all over again!

So if you see a new poem from me until Halloween or so that you think just doesn't sound like me and sounds a bit somber, forgive me, and think of that beautiful matchbox twenty song "Unwell" where Rob Thomas sings:


"I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be..."


(angel friendship hugs for all) Of course all your wonderful love and friendship will always help me to strum in "standard tuning", yay, rock on and rock steady!

(dream catcher up, cosmic window up, lights off, headphones on)

Love,
Noah Eaton



I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth
I can see the sun set and I perceive

***Live***

[This message has been edited by Mistletoe Angel (09-24-2003 04:19 AM).]

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30 posted 09-26-2003 12:07 AM       View Profile for Earth Angel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Earth Angel

When I lived in Nursing Residence, I had horrible nightmares and was afraid to go to sleep! It was a very old building and it was haunted. Being an intuitive, I saw and felt more than the other student nurses. My psychic abilities were well known and it freaked a few of the nurses out. I now use this gift as a medical intuitive, spiritual healer and I do psychic readings as well.

My bedroom was right next to the school's archives. On the other side of the wall that my bed was against, was a showcase with letters from Florence Nightengale--and those letters were only a few inches from where I slept--or tried to sleep--every night. I swear she was communicating with me! I was brought to the battlefields of the Crimea and everything was exceptionally vivid. Not very conducive to a good night's sleep.

I found this post to be another fascinating entry into your journal. I saved the guitar info. into my music file.

Loves 'n hugs,
EA

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31 posted 09-28-2003 05:37 PM       View Profile for garysgirl   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit garysgirl's Home Page   View IP for garysgirl

Noah, my sweet friend.......
I haven't commented to your journal entries until now, because I'm just enjoying reading about you, my friend.

Do you know what an exceptional writer and person that you are? I agree with all the good things the others have mentioned about you. Besides being a good writer, you have inner abilities to feel what others feel. Therefore, you have the ability to help people very much. I think you would be a very good writer in a magazine or newspaper.

Out of what I've read of your journal, my friend, many things have touched me and made me cry. This part right here was so special about how you feel about all of us here at Passions In Poetry.....

It was because of perserverance that I have blossomed at Passions, and I am more happier than ever. And I guess the lesson here for all of you reading this is not to continue to feel sorry for me, or not to reply to those two's poems just because they broke my heart, as they too are special, but that there will always be some people along the way that may push you around or not quite understand you, but if you continue to follow your heart and believe in yourself, you will succeed and all will be forgiven and with the power of forgiveness over those who can push you around, it only feels so much more better!  

Every one of you are special, and I want you, yourself, to always know that! (big angel hugs for all) God Bless You and have a beautiful sun-shining day!


I hope that you will always remember what a special part you are of this wonderful Passions Family Of Friends!!

With hugs and love,  
Ethel
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Noah I love reading you. You've come through so much m friend, I am proud to know someone like you. You have so much uplifting spirit!

Linda, My mother and I are much the same, once without realising, we were staying on an old world war site, where casualties were taken, a site which was bombed many times. my mum had flashback type experiences that made her feel incredibly upset and anxious, and I kept having the same nightmares at the scene of burning and people calling my name for help, who were seriously injured. my friend who was next to me said i was talking in my sleep, telling people not to die, to hold on. We found out a couple of years ago, the history of where we had stayed, and then it all made sense!And you do readings? I'm thinking of going for one soon, do you reccomend them? it really fascinates me.

~I wanna live, I wanna give, I've been a miner for a heart of gold~  Neil Young

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33 posted 09-29-2003 02:38 PM       View Profile for Mistletoe Angel   Email Mistletoe Angel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Mistletoe Angel's Home Page   View IP for Mistletoe Angel

***********Monday, September 29, 2003***********

Honestly, I must say I have no idea currently why I'm in college. I understand what the mission (if you choose to accept it) is, to earn as associate, bachelor, or masters degree to make a "living". But deep in my heart, I find I don't want a "living", I want a "life"

I'll be open with you, I am overall unhappy in my college surroundings. I read the textbooks, but I reluctantly read many of them and lack the heart reading many of them. I got my first F since elementary school in Philosophy 101 because I am a bad test-taker and 75% percent of that grade was based on exam records, and I just am not great on tests because I am more of a spatial and creative learner I suppose. I even got a C in a required course: Writing & Rhetoric, last year, teaching students basically to write in a dry, bland, dull, lifeless, trite, pablum, moth-eaten, poker-faced format. Actually, to be honest, I am quite happy I received that mediocre grade for that course: I got my credit hours, and in addition I wasn’t converted from my artistic endeavors, where otherwise I would have been crushed in the jaws of routine and conformity, there leaving nothing left in me.

As I mentioned before, I graduated from Denver Academy, a private school, as valedictorian (3.98 Grade Point Average) and mentioned how happy I was there in a more brief degree, with so many memories I cherish with all dear heart. But they all go far beyond my hero, Mr. Ernewein. Throughout the run of this journal, I’ll tell you about all my other friends, companions, amigos, camarillas, etc. Right now, I feel like talking about the mission statement there and all their creative teaching methods. This is their mission statement which I took pride in in all four years I was there, which I am quoting from their official web site you can find here!
http://www.denveracademy.org

Their goal is basically “to help students who are functioning below grade level in some or all of the basic skill areas and who have experienced some negative impact on their self-concept, which it is not unusual for students with such backgrounds to become easily discouraged and to be anxious about exerting effort in academic areas for fear of not doing well.”

They also mention that “some of our students have identifiable sources of learning interference, such as dyslexia or attention deficits. Others have a history of generalized underachievement, usually because their learning style is not being considered in their current academic situation. After enrollment, the students show a significant increase in self-confidence and good study habits. The students flourish within the structured, closely supervised, and highly personal environment of Denver Academy.”

So many of my most precious memories revolve around both the old and new campuses. I remember sitting in Mr. Wood’s class as a freshman in the Core Division on the original Denver Academy campus ground on Race and Mississippi and reading “Animal Farm”, “1984”, “Watership Down”, “To Kill A Mockingbird” and “All’s Quiet On The Western Front” and making this huge colorful travel brochure to the rabbit warren out of neon cardboard paper and pasting with super glue pictures of rabbits and text for a project on Watership Down (I recommend that book to all of you) and creating this huge diarama with a group on the Maycomb County village in To Kill A Mockingbird, complete with Atticus Finch, the courthouse, Boo Radley’s tree, everything. I remember being in Special Studies Week and doing all kinds of unique learning skills like creating kites, looking for themes in Stephan King horrors, identifying irony in The Simpsons, and learning how to make these exotic graphs with Texas Instruments 83 Model calculators, and my favorite: learning about the beat poetry movement with Mr. Ernewein. I remember the golden age with Mr. Ernewein, from building a staircase out of Styrofoam, rainbow popsicle sticks and metal hinges for his Algebra II class in a project on measuring height and width in geometric shapes, to running cross-country with him and Charlie Campbell, Weston Wells, Kevin Beasley, Rob Buff, Billy Muniz (we loved emphasizing his stardom by his last name, LOL!) John Dreiling, and Andy Franz among others, who he was my coach for three years and we ran all over the middle of Colorado, from Bear Creek to Georgetown to Loveland to Sheridan, even during the heart of a blizzard in Colorado Springs with our small shorts on, to reading “Lord Of The Flies”, “I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings”, “Night”, “Into The Wild” and (my personal favorite) “Zen And the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance” in his literature class during my sophomore year and writing musical comparison presentation essays on Counting Crows, Dave Matthews band and Indigo Girls, along with my first batch of poetry and some narrative and technical writing in my sophomore English class, to even spending time after-school helping him put together the school’s first-ever paperback publication of original submitted student and teacher literary works which Corey Sandoval creatively titled “Voice In DA Crowd”. I will never forget those memories with him, along with a whole other batch of them.

I remember getting up on stage for the first time when I was a sophomore, playing Yussel in the Winter 2000 production “Fiddler On The Roof”, experiencing all that pressure and stage fright from the great drama teacher Leigh-Ann Jensen but learning so much from her through the 2 1/2 years I was in drama about acting and respecting her so much, then with my newly-found confidence coming back with a vengeance to star in Dead Poets Society as one of the students (I stood up on the table at the end of the play upon default of another student not present that evening), then playing a French foreign-exchange boy in “Marcus Is Walking”, a clumsy witness to an attempted murder in some comedy compilation program, and finally (the role I’m most proud of), one of the leading roles, Leonato, in Shakespeare’s “Much Ado About Nothing”. I remember having to powder my hair salt-and-pepper to play the role and then coming home to see the huge darkness in the shower water as I rinsed it out of my hair.

I remember when everyone at Denver Academy bid farewell to the old campus on Race and Mississippi and moved to a new, even bigger campus, which was an abandoned hospital for curing patients with some disease (I forget what it was) just off of Iliff and Interstate 25. I remember being moved from Core to Prep and having two years of English and Literature with Ms. Jones, another teacher I have so much respect for and many memories, and two years of science courses with Mr. Petry. I remember how terribly petrified I was when I took Digital Electronics in my junior year with Mr. Petry, and how his usual teaching style is to discipline students into keeping them awake and motivated with the use of pressure and warning, and how the strictness was too much for me and made me tear up and then Mr. Petry and I got to know each other so much better ever since then and then he taught me in a different approach, and how we continued to develop a friendship and spent some lunchtimes at Tokyo Joes and talking about all sorts of things, from college thoughts to Denver Academy to personal life. I remember meeting Spanish teacher Ms. Doyle for the first time, and learning basic Spanish skills from her, and then becoming a best friend to her and sharing poetry with her and listening to her strum her guitar (I took her to the Shakira concert this year) I remember taking art courses with Ms. Dunlap, who is also one of my best friends, and making acrylic still-frames, painting, and using the potters wheel and making and glazing ceramic bowls and cups. She and Ms. Doyle even attempted to help get me on the Oprah Show because they believed my poetry was incredible and had to be shared to the world (I didn’t get on the show, but I got an autographed picture of Oprah and a friendly letter from her telling it is possible she’d put the thought up for consideration in the future and even if that didn’t happen, she found my poetry to be beautiful!) She is also a very special friend to me, along with the original art teacher Ms. Twarogowski, who just had the cutest smile and one of the most uplifting and happy spirits I’ve ever seen in anyone my whole life. She is that kind of person who could contagiously bring a smile to your face even during the coldest, darkest January morning. Ms. Erlandson is another teacher there that also had that wonderful uplifting spirit!

Finally, I remember standing up on that podium on graduation day, in my blue graduation outfit with the yellow rope over my shoulders, approaching the microphone where headmaster Jim Loan was to invite me up to say my valedictorian speech, literally feeling like I was going to burst into tears every second through, but bravely speaking my lungs out, watching some people in the audience below crying themselves, until finally reaching a catharsis of emotion in the end and crying silently in joy as I returned to my seat. Then after getting my high school diploma and getting off the stage, I remember Jim Loan saying my speech deeply got to his heart and he found himself feeling weak in a beautiful state, and my other teachers all giving me their hands.

These are my most prized memories of Denver Academy, which I consider so far to be my golden age of my life. I miss Denver Academy with all my heart and wish I could spend more time visiting there, as my driving skills are rusty and I have to get back to that. I guess I miss Denver Academy too much, but I am happy I am, for I want every student and teacher there who’s reading this to know that!

I guess what I’m trying to say here is college just feels nothing like Denver Academy. I miss those “families” that guide you along your way that make you feel right at home, I miss being able to learn through my heart and not through practicality. I guess, honestly, I am feeling alone and though I believe I have the heart and courage to embrace life alone, I believe you are always family also, and I haven’t had anyone around for over a year now. I also want to hold onto my character and not become someone else, avoid being eaten by the birds of prey of conformity. I’ve heard many stories about Harvard and Yale students feeling unhappy because despite getting higher education merits and getting a ticket for a successful future, they feel they’ve lost themselves and have no direction in life, they lost their character. I don’t want to become someone like that, and I guess I’m being put on by that pressure right now. I’m beginning to feel college isn’t my place, or at least University of Colorado is not my place, and wondering what the alternatives are, which I am unaware of. Ever so often I feel compelled not to go to my classes but I go anyway out of respect to my parents. My brother used to go to college and he skipped his classes, and before I thought that was ridiculous, but now I truly can see why he did so and support him, even if it was selfish to the extent of the money spent. Organized education just seems a bit depressing to me, just like Clear Channel devastating radio diversity, and it's not my cup of tea. I need more flexibility and flavor here to cover up the bland taste.

Maybe I should just switch my major from English to something else, maybe I should try to think outside the box, or maybe I just need a Red Bull. Either way, I’m about to go off to the two classes that make me feel comfortable, Creative Writing, and then to Humanities 101. I’m sure soon I might understand the possibilities more, and find some more peace of mind.

As Bill and Ted said, “Be excellent to each other, and…PARTY ON, DUDES!” (giggles in delight) I watched too many 80’s comedies this weekend!

Love,
Noah Eaton



I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth
I can see the sun set and I perceive

***Live***

[This message has been edited by Mistletoe Angel (09-29-2003 02:41 PM).]

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34 posted 09-30-2003 05:07 PM       View Profile for Mistletoe Angel   Email Mistletoe Angel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Mistletoe Angel's Home Page   View IP for Mistletoe Angel

***********Tuesday, September 30, 2003**********

Just thought I’d elaborate on my ramblings on college existence and the beauty of Boulder.

Outside of the severity of academics wrapped in a irreconcilable steel core curriculum, it’s not as bad. Though I wouldn’t ever be caught dead in a fraternity or cult, University of Colorado is quite a liberal college, and though I do not consider myself either left or right minded, Republican or Democrat, I would lean more as a liberal-independent definitely.

I have marched in many anti-war rallies on the UNC. I have joined in organizations to help kick George W. Bush out of office in 2004 because in my opinion he is among the worst presidents this nation has ever had because of his lies and thirst for war. I have signed petitions with Amnesty International to stop giving money to the Colombian military instead of the citizens, who use the money for warfare to kill all the poor families who grow drugs crops just to get the money to help their children and loved ones, and to save rainforests and prevent “W” from wreaking havoc on our national parks for oil. I have marched in pro-choice rallies (I won’t share my strong opinions here as abortion is a sensitive topic), I have worked to save prairie dogs from genocide, and I have contributed a lot to Greenpeace.

The fact is, I have a rebellious spirit, and I have been highly opinionated since early in my adolescent years. I just had to make this clear because it honestly troubles me when some poets here and everywhere say after I write a deeply politically-minded piece after writing a whole bunch of comforting and lovely pieces that this doesn’t sound like me at all and if I have changed. Those kind of comments truly do make me cry sometimes, making it seem like I am some kind of hypocrite or phony, and I have to say I find those kind of comments ignorant. I love all my Passions friends and I truly take you all as my friends and write cute and comely replies always because I believe in loving everyone, everyday unconditionally like Mr. Rogers taught me as a child. But sadly many are exploiting peoples freedoms and killing innocent animals and Mother Nature and I have no choice but to be a lover and a fighter, fighting without guns, fighting without swords, fighting without any weapon but my voice and my pen. We are all unique, so every one of you reading this, I guarantee, will disagree with me on at least one thing I’ve said, and don’t pretend you agree with me on all I have to say, for that is exactly what is wrong with our world today. Less than half of America participates in elections, less than half read their local newspaper each day, and because of this lack of commitment, we are accelerating into one, cold, sullen, acrimonious oligarchy. Why do you think the newspaper constantly reads that poisonous metonymy “The U.S believes…”? Uh huh! (winks) Therefore, it is my obligation to have to get physical with these issues and I certainly hope you are too, while also never taking for granted the simple beauties of the world. You don’t have to throw any punches, you don’t have to take any prisoners, just be both a lover and a fighter with your heart and voice.

This is what I enjoy about college. It is a melting pot of shared values, ideals, and knowledge, and everyday there’s something being said beyond class. Yesterday, right across of Hellems Arts and Sciences near the Hill, they had a huge Pro-Choice seminar, which I attended, heard the speakers, and got a Pro-Choice sticker and button. I only wish the courses could be equally as adventuresome.

Anyway, on a more upbeat note, I’ve been walking around Boulder this week with my Polaroid camera taking pictures of all the beautiful scenery along Boulder Creek and down to the Pearl Street Mall and west to Chautauqua Park. If you haven’t been to Boulder, I strongly recommend you visit sometime, as it is one of the most beautiful cities I’ve seen in the world so far in my life, along with Dingle in Ireland, San Diego, Portland, and Eugene.

Did you know that Boulder is commonly called the “Athens of the West”? Boulder has a rich and colorful history that goes back well as early as 1858, when prospectors from the mountains put up tents at Red Rocks just out of Boulder Canyon and Arapahoe Indians were nearby and were invited to feast with them after they hunted an ox. In fact, one tribe member was told he had a dream a great flood washed away the Native Indians but avoided the prospectors, a harbinger that the prospectors would stay. They found gold flakes in the mouth of the canyon, but when a cold winter came and complicated their plan to gather all the gold in one piece, Alfred A. Brookfield decided to set up a town there and became the city’s first president. Prospectors started gathering, making farms and raising livestock, and before Colorado was no longer part of the Nebraska Territory, the first building of what is now the University of Colorado was founded, now called Old Main. Then when railroads were built, tourism became a massive industry in Boulder, and many people started coming out just to see the mountains and for health, and then Boulder (which is the health food capital of the U.S) built the Sanitarium, where they have a spa, health food market, and country club. Then shortly after, the famous Chautauqua Park was commenced, a beautiful natural park, dining hall and auditorium where you can either just enjoy a nice serene and peaceful stroll through the park, or see silent movies or magicians or bird-watch.

Do you drink Celestial Seasonings tea? Celestial Seasonings was founded in Boulder too! The moment Boulder became considered a beautiful city and not just a tourist hotspot anymore, Boulder was always called the “Athens of the West” and they decided to further the true quality of the title, Boulder would undergo a huge architectural project, with so many buildings built from marble, the Carnegie Library being built as a replica of a Greek temple, banning saloons, and planting trees and bushes and gardens everywhere to make the entire city feel pleasant. With the Boulder Creek running through the middle of the town, you can spend a whole day walking through the city enjoying the beauty of nature all around you!

One place I especially love to spend much time at is the Boulder Dushanbe Teahouse. It was designed by over 40 Tajik artists to mirror the cultural beauty of Dushanbe, Tajikistan. That is my dream place to perform my music live to the public. The Boulder Theatre and the Glen Huntington Bandshell would be gorgeous places too to play.

Whenever I want to unwind after a long day in Boulder, I always go down to Chautauqua Park or the Pearl Street Mall. The Pearl Street Mall is no ordinary mall at all, in fact it is one of a kind. Despite Gap, Banana Republic, and Abercrombie & Finch crawling their fingers into the market, overall the stores are all original and independent businesses. I love having lunch many days at BD’s Mongolian Grill. Have you ever been to a Mongolian grill? If not (whether you eat meat or not) you must give into this experience! First, you select all the delicious veggies, meats, and pasta you want in a buffet style just like you do at Country Buffet or during your matutinal continental breakfast run, then you pick out of a selection of many different sauces and oils, from black bean to honey hoison to (my favorite) Mojo, a Caribbean sweet and tangy sauce. Finally, you hand your bowl to a chef and they put your cuisine on this giant griddle, using this giant metal sticks to cook the food to absolute perfection, soaking the flavor into all the food and making the meat (if you choose to have it) cooked just right. If you haven’t tried it, you don’t know what you’re missing!

The Pearl Street Mall also has a lot of outdoor entertainment all along the alluring streets. I remember a few years ago visiting Boulder once a week and watching Kenneth Lightfoot, a friendly entertainer from South Africa with his trusty green lovebird on his shoulder, throwing playing cards from the sidewalk up onto the rooftop of a business on the corner of 14th and Pearl and making it every time, even on a windy day. They always have guitarists out there on the benches too, which I happily contribute a dollar to their guitar cases every time I hear beauty. Hey, maybe I should go out there and do that, I could make money to contribute to more environmental groups!

Often I just love heading down to the Crystal Dragon or the Indigo Rose to pick up incense and hear Arabian and Tibetan music, or just step into the art galleries, look at all the paintings, and get inspirations for new poems (a good number of my poems are inspired by art). If the world is my oyster shell, I think I have found the pearl here!

Yep, the place to live here for me is Boulder, the “Gateway to the Glaciers”, the “Athens of the West”. It is my everyday holiday, it is my whistle stop, it is my hamlet, it is my locus, it is my goldmine, it is my élan vital. I’d take a Fair Winds hot air balloon ride over the city everyday if I could. But, I have a journey to complete, a dream to fulfill, and the world is my neighborhood so I gave many more neighbors in many more blocks to visit and have chamomile tea with!

Some Japanese proverb I value dearly says, “Time spent laughing is time spent with the gods” So go out there and find your laughing place!

“Everybody's got a laughing place
A laughing place to go
Take a frown, turn it upside down
And you'll find yours we know”


If honey fun is what we bring, boy are we in luck! (does happy dance down the primrose path)

Love,
Noah Eaton



I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth
I can see the sun set and I perceive

***Live***


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**********Wednesday, October 1, 2003************

Recollection Moloch

Here's a shorter entry this time. I'm about to go in a little over half an hour to my Creatie Writing class to perform Allan Ginsberg's second portion of "Howl".

"Howl" is one of my favorite poems of all time because I don't think Allan could have summarized the evils of capitalism and government any better. I respect those poets who share both their sensitive side and have the strength to carry out their convictions in their loudest tones of voice. Allan Ginsberg (of course many are going to argue with this in this day in age) in my opinion is the closest to American I can ever imagine. He proves just how important freedom of speech is and how to use it. I wish I could summarize my political mind as brilliant as him, nevertheless I'm happy just staying true to myself, as typically I keep my cool and truly am a happy person overall and look more to the brighter side of life than the ugly political world. After Sepember 11th happened, I told myself and even promised myself I wouldn't write any more political poetry, because I felt and had hope that this terrible tragedy would bring the world so much closer together in shared sorrows and comfort. But the moment I heard President Bush declare war on Afghanistan and Iraq, I immediately changed my foolish mind and write it even more profusely than before. The fact is, little has changed and therefore I am obligated to keep standing tall.

Yesterday, I took a bunch of photographs with my Polaroid, and have assembled the art, photography, and some of my poetry together into a compilation I have titled "Strolling Through The Shasta Lilies". This will be my project for my Creative Writing class, which I plan to read aloud at some bookstores and coffee shops in Boulder. I'm hoping to get published in the near future, while I continue to rise to attention with my music fantasy career.

My music, unlike my poetry, will be dominantly upbeat and try not to lean too far in a political direction, kind of like Chris Martin and Coldplay, who Chris Martin is a huge political activist who I admire very much but keeps his music dominantly to emotion. I believe music is meant to revive and comfort the spirit therefore I want to write upbeat, spiritually enlightening anthems co-written by God entirely that can bring smiles to many faces and a glow to everyone's heart. I've written some love songs, and songs with a lot of proverbial meaning that doesn't only apply to myself but everyone. There's a lack of songs about love on the radio and I hope I can become one of the lucky souls to breakthrough into popular radio and deliver what would be like Mr. Rogers and Bob Ross philosophy put to song! A few songs I've written are sad, but also I feel compassionate and can also deeply warm many hearts.

So it indeed must feel kind of funny I chose what is arguably the most controversial poem in American literature as my choice reading momentarily, but this is a poetry reading and not a concert. The Truth must be reminded to all and we must become acquainted with the Truth. I truly think of this reading I'm about to do as a "spiritual seminar" for everyone in Room 19 in Creative Writing 1191 in the Hellems Arts and Sciences building. You will sweat out of every pore, but in the end you acquire a new headstrong, fervored wit! That is my goal for today!

Have you ever read Plato's "The Symposium"? That's how I want the audience to feel like, where poetry discusses many dimensions and emotions bounce off one another in a friendly round-robin reading. In comparing myself to one of the characters of that assembly, I'm honestly not so sure where I fit in best but I'd say probably either Phaedrus or Aristophanes, probably because Phaedrus believes that Love co-existed with the world since the beginning and thus courage and faith was born, and Aristophanes with that godly sense just as many of us believe now, that God is the center of all love. It is indeed very intriguing reading with humanities so vividly linked to debates and philosophical discussions today.

Well, it's time for me to go get them with my tiger prowess! LOL! Of course, I have the prowess of Tigger of all tigers! Come on everyone, pounce with me!


”The wonderful thing about Tiggers
Is Tiggers are wonderful things
Their tops are made out of rubber
Their bottoms are made out of springs
They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy
Fun, fun, fun, fun, FUN!
But the most wonderful thing about Tiggers
Is I'm the only one”


Hehehe! Love you all! (bounces away like a frog on Valentines Day)

Love,
Noah Eaton



I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth
I can see the sun set and I perceive

***Live***

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Noah, my pet, I adore you! Sorry I hadn't been in here for a bit, but you hadn't posted in your journal when I had popped by. So then I hadn't come back until now. Wow! Look at all I have missed!

I was captivated by your writing and your experiences and your thoughts and opinions and...
You may be feeling like a square peg in a round hole, but that is only because you are a glorious square peg that does not fit in the common place round hole of conformity!

You are a spirited trail blazer and pioneer! You can forge the square holes that will fit you to a T. I am thoroughly enjoying reading these entries into your journal. You are unique and you have a divine purpose for being incarnated at this time. It will gradually unfold and you will come into your own. Keep searching, and learning and growing and creating and asking and pondering and loving...

Love & Eternal Light,
EA
P.S. I giggled at you being "petrified" of Mr. Petrie!
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-----------Saturday, October 25, 2003----------

Support Your Local Honky-Tonk Sheriff

Haya'll doin?  Wow! Has it been three weeks already since where I left off last? That's much too long in Mistletoe Angel's world, it feels like eons. Then again, in my wildest imagination, I'm always traveling 66,000 miles an hour, the speed Earth revolves around the sun. You've got to find a way to travel that fast when it comes to learning how to fly. Speaking of which, have you heard in recent news that the Chandra X-ray observatory discovered 250 million light years away in the Perseus cluster a black hole that hums a B-flat billions of times deeper than the human ear can hear, 57 octaves below Middle C? I have always been fascinated with this planetary-intergalactic phenomena, as I believe the universe is swimming with infinite harmonies and wonders, which many we may never discover. And that's just fine with me, as I believe mystery is a grand part of life too, as long as something is there to compensate.

As you may have noticed, my poetry has been running through many themes lately. Just recently, it was "lost in space", and now it's countrified.

I have always been a country boy at heart, and I spent much of my time as a boy growing up in the heartland of southern Illinois and southeastern Missouri (pssst, Sheryl Crow is actually my aunt). She grew up in Cape Giradeau, Missouri, where my fathers side of the family grew up, and the Crow family name is actually linked to my family's name through my fathers side. When I was overall quite a depressed child, I always felt most comfortable every summer when we drove all across eastern Colorado, Kansas, and much of Missouri to visit my father's parents in Jackson just outside of Cape Giradeau. (If you ever care to stop by and have some pink lemonade with me, just get off at Exit 105 on Interstate 55, drive up the western Frontage Road to Route FF two miles north and I'm at the fifth house on the right-hand side! ) Those summers truly are my fondest memories from my childhood, perhaps my only fond memories from my boyhood. They are Catholics just like me, and I am actually the only Catholic in my family, and I go to church by myself on Sundays, as the rest of my family are Christians. I always loved going to church with them on Sunday in downtown Jackson, then heading over to the Frontier Market at U.S 61 and Rt. 177 up in Fruitland to get honey-cured ham, roasted turkey and deli meats every lunchtime. Before every meal except breakfast, we always speak a Catholic chant together because we believe there is nothing tastier than a meal in an immaculate kitchen. Then I remember many afternoons we'd either go on long walks together, drive that John Deere right through the tall green grass, walk around outside helping grandma pick the blackberries for her cobblers and grandpa pick the bagworms off the trees or just walk through the cornfields or head up to the Trail of Tears State Park to swim at Lake Boutin. And on many mornings during the week or on Saturday, my grandma and grandpa would always take me on long scenic drives in their pick-up truck across the country, listening to Tim McGraw, Willie Nelson, Patsy Cline, Brooks & Dunn, all kinds of great country artists in their cassette stereo as we drove north up U.S 61 to Hannibal to re-live Mark Twain's old storybook fairytale or St. Genevieve where history stands in Old America, all the way west to Lesterville to swim and climb the hot spring rocks at the Johnson Shut-Ins, south by southeast to New Madrid and onto Memphis, or east to the Illinois border, and crossing through Chester (the home of Popeye the sailor man, toot toot! ) and east across Interstate 57 to the coal mines or north to Sparta, Steelesville, or Red Bud. Then when the evenings came, we'd either stay home and have hearty dinners of roast beef, Texas hash, fried shrimp, beans, and country vegetables you couldn't even find at the Cracker Barrel, chase fireflies outside in the warm cobalt blue evening atmosphere, or sit around watching movies on that tele, and on weekends we made it a tradition to first have some catfish over at the Hideaway restaurant deep in the country then head over to the Little Ole Opry in Burfordsville to square-dance together, where local country bands always gather to play classic country favorites or classic rock songs. I like to think of that place as PG-rated honky-tonk, just fun for the whole family! You know you can't take the honky-tonk out of any girl...or child! LOL!

Last year I came out Thanksgiving with my family and my uncle's family came out too, and we all stayed at the Drury Inn just two miles away from their house. We were celebrating their 50th anniversary with a special party, and I helped get a few local country bands to come play for them at the Jackson Community Center. It truly was a magical evening, and we had so much fun line-dancing, we had a nice dinner buffet table with fried chicken and potatoes and baked beans and Country Time lemonade, and some pumpkin and blackberry pie for dessert. The couple days before this special night for them, we'd come to visit them during the day, and we headed across the Illinois border to Kaskaskia, which is where French colonizers used to set up their quarters and made fur trades up and down the Missouri river, with this port being another one of the most strategic trading areas besides St. Louis. It is a fascinating place, and god, the hydrangeas there are breathtaking all upon that watershed.

There's no exaggeration or coincidence to why they call Missouri the "Show-Me State". For every kid who wants to imagine what it would be like to be Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier, Missouri would be a close second to Tennessee any day. Whether it is seeing the Hunter-Dawson mansion in New Madrid with all that Mitchell and Rammelsberg furniture and the site of the historic earthquake, re-living that bygone era in Americana with 140-foot covered bridges and water-powered mills grinding corn into meal at Bollinger Mill, heading out west to the Ozarks in Branson to capture all that live entertainment, stroll through the caves and Silver Dollar City, fish and swim at Lake Taneycomo and catch an authentic performance straight from the Homestead House at J.K Ross's cabin of Harold Bell Wright's literary classic "Shepherd of the Hills" filled with that wholesome Ozark hospitality goodness, or up to St. Louis to hear some great blues and enjoy some of the sauciest ribs, Missouri truly is a second home to me.

By now you have seen much of my rock and roll side, but I truly am a country boy at heart, just like Elvis. I have a great love for the country life, and that is why now I am revealing so much of my love for the heartland in my new poetry. It is a tribute to my grandparents, who warmed me with that southern comfort and wisdom of love and hospitality to everyone, and, simply, to America. If you haven't talked to me on the phone yet, I don't have that country voice really (thanks a lot suburbian living, LOL!) but if you hear me say many consonants, you will hear that twang in them! My r's especially! LOL! So if I become famous with my music, you'll usually see me performing rock and roll tunes, but you'll bet at some point I'll record a country album if the opportunity dawns upon me to enter mainstream.

I'm so sorry it's been so long since you last heard from me here, so I made it up to y'all with this deep comeback entry! Y'all be good to one anuther and give your ma and pa big Cheerful Chimp hugs and reeel soon I'll be back with more! (gives Raggedy Ann hugs to everyone)

Y'all come back now, you hear?

Love,
Noah Eaton




I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth
I can see the sun set and I perceive

***Live***

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-----------Monday, October 27, 2003----------

Seeing Twenty-Twenty

Well, here I go, entering the final hours of my teens. Yet I feel just fine, and nothing feels strange to me. As Pablo Picasso said, "It takes a long time to grow young". I'm really believing this, as though we are forever young, I think it takes us a long time to realize that. And I feel much younger than I've ever been, as I could never set myself free as a child outside my grandparent's homestead, where I could dream with the daffodils and head over to Clarence's farm and see the llamas and horses. I feel I am capable of so much now. I feel as I continue to expand my guitar skills, I can get to go on the road in the near future and see all the rest of this country I love so much. I can sing rock and roll and submit lyrics to Nashville for country superstars to sing. I can sing kyries now and remember all the words to some of the selections. I can see a still-frame of any moment and write poetry, which I couldn't do when I was younger. I can walk the streets of Boulder or Denver and identify each corner, yet the people I see inspire something different each day. I can follow my dreams now that my roots are sturdy and my wings spanned out twelve feet outward. Guess before I was caved in this Kulturkampf, trying to find every little meaning of my life, trying to understand the golden rules while living them on my own. I always had this yearning but my diction was malapropian and my tone lacked fervor. All I needed was that one-way ticket, that passe partout to get access to the tollway, but I had nothing but insufficient funds through and through. Not any more, this Merry Prankster cowboy has a new road to go travellin' down!

Reminds me of another quote by Rudyard Kipling, "Youth had been a habit of hers for so long that she could not part with it." I only hope the rest of you are also holding true to that boy or girl in your heart, for youth only comes once in a lifetime, and even when a life may seem long, you don't want to take a minute of it for granted. If you ever heard George Strait's "Living and Living Well", you should know what I mean! I do believe I have taken some of my boyhood for granted, simply for not having the confidence to stand up and confront my fears from all the abuse and torment I've endured, and I vow to never let this happen to me again. If someone pushes me in front of a chain-link fence and wants to hurt my harmless body, I will stomp on that person's foot and run away. I will forgive everyone who hurt me in my first twenty years, and give angel hugs to all who gave me a smile. After all, I am the Mistletoe Angel and I believe Christmas is everyday in my world, and just want to give and share all I have to share. I believe a birthday is nothing but a number, but it is also an indicator, and I believe it is important each year to check the progress you made in the last year and where you intend to be going! Make the world your playground and see how many more warm gestures and smiles you'll identify! I think one of my favorite quotes that sums this all up is from Lucille Ball (who doesn't love Lucy? ) who said, "The secret of staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age." And no, I won't lie about my age, but I will pretend I'm younger!

I'm not one bit worried about growing up, all I ask is for every one of you here to see the angel boy smile in me as I grow each year! Linda, our Earth Angel you always make me smile when you call me "Angel Boy" because angels are grown-up while boys are children, and I truly believe I am a young man with the spirit of the boy in my heart! Keeping score, running the commentary play-by-play, being both the coach, the referee, and the star throwing those Hail Marys, in each shot I hope to see that caption in my friends minds! Nothing makes me feel happier and proud of myself than that! To see that playbill on every movie theatre wall, and while my name is there, there rests illustrated that youthful smile on my face!

I've got my tan lines, my Murphy bed atmosphere, my acoustic guitar, my Bob Ross T-shirt, my hippy-cowboy haircut, my Teva sandals so I can stick my toes out and feel the wind and green grass, my voice, my headset, and a whole lot of Polaroid memories of friends and places I've seen along the way. That's all I think I could ever ask for...well...except maybe for a hand! But I'm not going to worry, for I believe now the best things come to those who dream and have patience! We're constantly under new management within, but it's the same atmosphere!

Hey, by the way, have y'all seen "School of Rock"? I was dying to put up the review three weeks ago until the boards were temporarily down, but I have to say it has become my favorite movie in the last five years...literally! Man, I wish I was in that movie, it is so anthemic to me. That's exactly how I want to live, holding that guitar, swinging it about, loosey-goosey just like Jack Black says. (pledges allegiance to the band) If y'all like "The Bad News Bears", "Mr. Hollands Opus" or "Dead Poets Society", I guarantee you will fall in love with "School of Rock". It's the best family movie I've seen this year, with "Finding Nemo" also a great one. The movie has a little of a formula to it, but there are so many suprises that make it an accidental classic!

"And if you wanna be the teacher's pet,
Well baby you just better forget,
Rock got no reason,
Rock got no rhyme,
You better get me to school on time.

This is my final exam,
Now ya'll know who I am,
I might not be their perfect son,
But ya'll be rockin' when I'm done."


Rock and roll will always be in one half of my heart, country in the other. This is what I want to devote the rest of my years to, however more I may have left under Gods plan, and I'll be lovin' every second of it. Okay, maybe not the papparazzi, but you get the main idea!

So, twentieth birthday, I'm ready, ready to embrace the great wide open! As God is my witness, may these days bring me more blessings than I am predicting! Onward, my legions of hopes!

And thank you all so much for being my friends that have stood up and believed me up to this day. I'm proud to announce that our Earth Angel has set a new record for an earliest birthday greeting to me, by sending me a beautiful card six days before my birthday! Let me just say that whether you give me a birthday greeting six days before my birthday or six days after my birthday, I am always just as happy. Belated birthday greetings never hurt me one bit, for just knowing someone cares and thinks of me makes me feel warm inside like a Care Bear on a spring picnic! God Bless You All!

Remember these wise words of Franz Kafka: "Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty.
Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old." Keep spreading your light to the world and let live, yay!

(hands complimentary piece of cake just for you)

Love,
Noah Eaton


I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth
I can see the sun set and I perceive

***Live***

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Noah:  This is the first time I've read on this site and I was fascinated by some of your posts!  What a huge compilation of facts concerning your life and thoughts!

Not sure exactly which day is your birthday, but may it be your happiest ever and the beginning of new and even better experiences!

I am happy to know you Noah, in the lmited way we can on site, but I see many glimpses of who you are, behind your comments, and have always liked what I saw!

Love
Betty Lou

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Dear sweet brilliant Angel Boy, I enjoyed every single line of these last two entries (as I did all of your previous ones!). I have missed reading your journal while this site was down.
I feel privileged to be privy to your autobiography before it hits the presses!

So much of your writing provokes nostalgic trips down my own personal memory lane. I have a perpetual smile on my cherubic face as you carry me along with the magic of your words.

You are so open and honest in your revelations about your life, your dreams, and your views. To know you is to love and admire you.

Happy 20th birthday, Angel Boy! You may be a man on the outside, but the spirit of the boy will live on forever.

May this be your best year ever and may you make great strides towards turning your dreams into realily.

With love,
Your friend,
Linda
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I finally got caught up on your journal. I like it. So I thought I would start one of my own here. I need a release. Ya know?

Cold hands means a warm heart

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**********Sunday, November 2, 2003***********

Come On Down, Y'All!

Hola! I hope you all had a wonderful, spooktacular All-Hallows-Eve! Though I didn't do much, I do believe no one can ever get too old to embrace the holiday spirit. Though I didn't go trick-or-treating, I did dress up and spooked the children that came to the door and made sure they got their sugar buzz! And thank you all soooooooooooo much for your wonderful birthday wishes! It was so creative for some of you to put up all those lovely Shakira pictures for me, you know how much I love and admire her, not just because she's so beautiful and one wonderful songwriter and singer but also because she is a beautiful, giving person who devotes her heart to the children and to her war-devastated nation of Colombia and beyond. In fact, just a week ago on October 24th, she became the youngest person ever to become a goodwill ambassador for UNICEF. Until she releases her next album in August of 2004, she is going to help improve education to children in South Asia, Latin America, and parts of Africa. And I must admit that UNICEF is the organization I'd love to represent more than any other organization in the world. Children are our future, and no child should be denied of his or her needs. They must be educated so they can understand what they can do for our world and for other children, they need to be told the truth so they don't become deceived, and most importantly, they need to be loved so they can promote love to the world. THAT is a big reason besides her wonderful songwriting why Shakira is my favorite artist, and other favorite artists of mine like Bono and Neil Young and Johnny Cash as well. So thank you for those beautiful pictures of her, along with all the wonderful compliments and wishes for me! I personally printed out each of your responses to cherish them forever! Pray that someday I'll get to represent UNICEF also, as while I believe I am making a difference, I could do so much more and just need that small boost into mainstream. And God will be my advisor all the time.

While we are partially on the topic of God, have you seen that new CBS program "Joan of Arcadia"? If you haven't seen it yet, set your controls for the heart of CBS Fridays at 7:00 (maybe 8:00 Central). It is about an Arcadia, California teenager, Joan Girardi, who, like Joan of Arc, is a close listener to God, and God, who in each episode appears in the form of many different people, gives her missions and directives, each with its own cryptic purpose. It's kind of like "Quantum Leap" visits "The OC" I guess! Meanwhile, her father Will Girardi, (Joe Mantegna, who plays Fat Tony on The Simpsons)who works as a police chief in Arcadia, works to make the community a safe place for everyone, and while experiencing the ups and downs with his family takes up many difficult cases due to heavy crime in the region. Joan's mother Helen (played by the wonderful actress Mary Steenburgen) her science-loving brother Luke, and her handicapped brother Kevin also add depth, humor, and drama to the family and each story. And if you haven't gotten to experience the greatness of Barbara Hall yet, this is your chance! Barbara Hall, the writer and creator of this show, truly is a wonderful role model for women that I admire so much, like Xena: Warrior Princess without the chrome-plated armor, just those traditional clothes. She believes in so many of the same things I do it's scary, like I'm compelled to say, "Stop agreeing with me on everything please!" LOL! So far, Joan has been told to take a highly-advanced chemistry class she doesn't like so she can get acquainted with a boyfriend, made her put up a yard sale so she can discover the painful past of her mother's life indirectly, and...on the last episode...made her take up cheerleading so she can discover the fateful crime of a student leaving a baby in a dumpster and helping to resolve the situation. So hop on that bandwagon now, this is definitely my favorite drama since Buffy The Vampire Slayer. Monk is also a decent program!

Speaking of good ol' television, it saddened me to hear that Rod Roddy died. You remember our ol' buddy Rod, don't you? (begins retrospective spell) Shoo-da-loo, shoo-da-loo, shoo-da-loo...



He was truly the best announcer there ever was. Whenever I'm not in school, I never miss a single episode of The Price Is Right, seeing Bob Barker and his enthusiastic spirit, enjoying every epic spin of the Big Wheel and the line between triumph and the agony of defeat on the Showcase, Rod Roddy and all his glittery sportscoats, all those high--spirited fans with flamboyant grins and signature happy dances with their own Bob Barker T-shirts on, I can't imagine a better mid-day viewing than this, well, maybe re-runs of "Joy of Painting". There will never be anyone who can jovially outcry, "Come on down!" like him. He is the father of that catchphrase, no one can ever beat him there, nada nada zip. So often I say to myself I wish I had his voice, so then I could just get everyone's attention. But I will not deny my voice, as it is God-given abd everyone's voice is special. I do admit I envy his incredible voice though, hehehe! Aw, come on Rod, tell me, how do you do it! LOL!

Recently I believe I have determined my main direction I desire to follow in my music career. I have always been fascinated with 80's rock in general. Many believe that the 80's was cheesy but I believe it was just fun and feel-good. I personally can't think of a band more fun than The B 52's. Their Malibu-surf guitar style is the kind I really want to use in the basis of many of my songs, along with The Cure and David Bowie inspired crunches. I believe music should be harmonious and make you feel-good, not a constant torch-song that sadly so much of modern radio is, umbraged by numbers about lost love, inner-demons, violence, and debauchery. And even when I believe everyone has the right to write sad songs, as I certainly have a few of my own, the music just isn't there enough. And I hope I can achieve some level of recognition for my nostalgic sound and bring smiles to many young faces with fresh, vibrant music. It's time that rock lobster owns the beach again and we're not ashamed to slip on that eye-shadow!

Finally, I'd just like to say how happy I am seeing Julie following my idea and setting up her own journal here on pipTalk Lounge. To know you is to love you and I was hoping others would follow my lead as I love to get to know all about you wonderful friends of mine here! Don't be shy, come on down! (clears dry throat) Ooops, once again that didn't come out right, by God, how the heck does Roddy do that? What I'd give to come up with such an interjection! Back to the drawing boards I go with my dunce hat on, hehehe!

(This has been a presentation of Channel 777, independently owned for those sick of watching Channel Z expand across the universe. Channel 777: Where Heavens Know No Limits.)

Love,
Noah Eaton



I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth
I can see the sun set and I perceive

***Live***

[This message has been edited by Mistletoe Angel (11-03-2003 03:20 AM).]

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Awesome journal update. I am gonna update mine today sometime. Can't wait until the next update.

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You inform and entertain with your illustrious journal entries. I feel like I am reading your diary ~ but with your permission! Thank you for the privilege!

I love getting to know the different sides of you, my multi-faceted and highly interesting friend!


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"12:00-12:50: Intro To Creative Writing"

You are teaching this, right? If not, I'd hate to see what the grading curve is gonna look like......

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**********Saturday, November 8, 2003*********

Reserved Seating At Andromeda

My oh my, I'm nearing three entire years as part of this Passions family. I have gotten to know a handful of you wonderful friends here, and this remarkable family continues to grow and grow. (Better expand the theatre upon the south side just a bit, we need more stadium seating!)

I have accomplished much within these three years here. I have gotten to know some true friends, and have also identified some critics of my personality and poetry. I have a huge list of friends here I always love commenting to their poems, and a small list of those I decide never to comment to again for personal reasons. I have stressed my versatility out and have explored various poetic realms, some which received better than others. And each year I get to appreciate the mission statement Ron has bestowed here more clearer than ever.

Nevertheless, I feel I am facing a new challenge that has placed pressure upon my shoulders. Though I do have readers, I feel I am struggling to find an "audience". A few of you (you know who you are) always love reading and replying to my work, but all at once, I sometimes feel there are some cliques within this poetic family in which none of them I fit quite in. I'm not strictly tied to storytelling, nor human emotions in general. I'm kind of off-the-wall, and I feel though my creative ability is at a high, my audience is a bit quiet recently. Somehow, I'll be honest with you, this does upset me, as despite making 200 or more comments a week many weeks, with over 28,000 posts and about 93% of them comments to others, I honestly feel I am not being returned the favor as much as I'd like. I don't even overpost, I don't post more than one poem a day almost every day, sometimes even post only one poe every three days or more, and you'd figure spacing your posts would bring in a lot of attention. Unfortunately, it hasn't really paid off for me either. And I don't want to sound a bit harsh at all, but some poets who rarely reply often get as many or more replies as me also (you know who you are also)! Guess I am whining a bit here.

This often makes me feel if I should take a hiatus from poetry for a limited time and come back refreshed hoping I can be read. Then again, I am not a quitter and believe I just have to keep searching myself and discover the formula. I must desquamate, shed that skin until I discover my finest voice that can enthrall an audience in, as I guess I seem disheveled to a lot of readers here, that I just don't fall into their cliques and have nothing to give or offer them. And it can be frustrating especially because I have no friends to talk to right now outside this place, as I've been on my own for over a year now and Denver Academy is quite a ways away from Boulder to commute and visit. Think of me as the latchkey child in an average family, like Duey on Malcolm In the Middle. I'm Pleistocene among a Holocene type of time. I walk like a well-rounded one but I follow a heptagon theory, where I'm rough and mysterious on one edge. Many constantly consider me a mysterious one and while I want to offer goody-bags of treats for all my friends, I also want to stand out in the foreground somehow. That's what I'm hoping to achieve through this new year at Passions and through my music and social commentary. If I can see those reserved seats continue to be filled with some others present around them, that'd be my victory signal.



Hey, y'all saw the eclipse tonight, right? Sometimes I hear others say "Big deal, it's not like I've never seen an eclipse before!" But truly, I have always been fascinated by the eclipses as I truly think there is an inexplicable providence depicted in each cycle of the moon and the sun. If you look back on history, it proves mankind has long been bewitched, smitten, prepossessed, tickled pink by this phenomenon. In fact, perhaps as early as October 22, 2134 B.C in ancient China, there are possible records of these cycles being registered in their memories. Hsi and Ho were hoping to predict the event and despite failing, they caught glimpse of this first possible record of the cycle and is written in an ancient document titled the Shu Ching. They even believe the eclipse was caused because of a dragon swallowing the sun, and to chase it away, the Chinese made commotion to try to scare it away and bring back daylight. Even in 585 B.C, a single eclipse changed the outcome of what would have been a bloody war between the Lydians and the Medes. When the eclipse suddenly occured, they called a truce and then made a peace agreement.

Even the Bible notes a significant eclipse. In 763 B.C, in Amos 8:9, it is said by God "And on that day, I will make the Sun go down at noon, and darken the Earth in broad daylight'." In fact, they say the Assyrians studied eclipses and much of the Bible's organization and time it was written is all thanks to eclipse timeline science.

All of this just convinces me more and more that I believe eclipses are more than just special-effects in the skies that Hollywood would kill to copyright. What if it all means something so much more? Being of much Cherokee blood, I value many myths, including "The Moon and the Thunders", where the sun is depicted as a young woman of the East and the moon a brother to her from the West, who the Sun had a lover but couldn't see his face and one day decided to speckle him with dust and upon a next visit discovered her love was the Moon, her brother, and embarrassed, the Moon makes himself thin and that is when the eclipse happens. Finally, I just have to say it is open to so much interpretation, but to me it is a message, a sign that can be preconceived so many ways, a chamber door opened from the heavens briefly. Either I just made you think or you think I'm just a big daydreaming dork, and that's OK too!



The truth is out there, and I'll believe it to the limit Mulder! God Bless You All, sweet dreams, and keep looking to the skies! To infinity and beyond...and then some!

"As long as the sun
shines one does not
ask for the moon."

Russian Proverb






Love,
Noah Eaton




I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth
I can see the sun set and I perceive

***Live***


[This message has been edited by Mistletoe Angel (11-09-2003 03:14 AM).]

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47 posted 11-13-2003 11:13 PM       View Profile for Earth Angel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Earth Angel

Noah, it near broke my heart that you would even contemplate getting away from writing poetry for awhile! As you know, I am one of your greatest fans! ~ and I even love it when you are "off the wall"! lol You are a bright and multi-faceted diamond who has so much to offer the world. Perhaps if you announced this journal, you would have more readers! I personally, do not want to miss a single entry! It is fascinating and entertaining reading!!!

I have cycles where my poems are being read by many readers, and then there are times when I have been sinking into oblivion with very few responses; however, I can always count on you as being one of them! We belong to a mutual admiration society!

Was not the full lunar eclipse absolutely awesome! I was at a big birthday bash and we all kept going outside to look at it. I was flanked by my two best friends (my boyfriend and my girlfriend) and they each had their arms wrapped around me. It was very special for me. A moment in time that I will never forget!

Thank you for all of the eclipse info! That was very interesting. I have been saving your journal to a special file. It will be my special Almanac, encyclopedia, and entertaining reading! It's like I'm getting several books for the price of NONE! lol I hope you continue writing your fascinating journal --and your fine poetry!

I love you, Angel Boy!
EA
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*********Saturday, November 15, 2003*********

Exhuming Rand McNally

I do declare...I'm as happy as a wound-up eight-day egg timer. A week from today I'm headin' out again on another cross-country escapade to good ol' Cape Giradeau, Missouri! You remember when I talked about this good ol' place, right? So for just a week Captain Archipalego is on vacation here in the next best place to Margheritaville, but fear not, as I'll be coming back with a barage of new footage, live from the backseat of the green Dodge mini-van within the next seven days, and keep an eye out...a suprise guest feature may pop in unexpectedly to greet you live from my journal from the co-pilot's chair. Who said you can't have guest appearences in a journal? Everyone has a story to tell, this is my biography, and surely there are many who love me who have something to say also. I like to think of this journal as an Inside The Actor's Studio meets Decameron. Encouraging us all that we are all our own celebrity, for all those out there who vicariously live like James Lipton, getting to imagine having conversations with the Hollywood favorites, that we are all made of stars and the world is a stage with life the theatre. So come on down and drop me a line, throw a rose on the stage, boo, whatever you want. It's all fair game!

Time and time again I have re-designed my intuition and pictured myself as a celebrity. As far back as I can remember, as young as six, I loved drawing comics all over padded paper, inspired by old Sega Genesis videogames I used to play: Phantasy Star II, Turrican, Sonic the Hedgehog, James Pond, games like that! I was addicted to videogames back then, and still get around to playing the Sony Playstation every once in a while with my mom's best friends' son Ryan (I'll tell you more about him and these comics in future journal entries!). And after writing a bunch of comics I still keep and many goofy short-stories throughout my rough elementary school years, I developed a deep love for making home movies. In fact, I have nine Sony 8 MP Standard Grade cassettes full of my own original material.

Let me talk to you about one particular show I made, which is also my favorite. Back when I was a freshman at Denver Academy, a year before I made my poetic debut, I had Mr. Ernewein (my hero) as a teacher, but it wsn't in English, it was in algebra. We did one particular project on measuring width and height, and built model staircases from different materials in determining height and width to make them sturdy and stable. I created mine from styrofoam blocks, rainbow popsicle sticks, metal hinges and crazy super glue. I was playing around with this board game called Mutant Chronicles: Siege of the Citadel, playing with the figurines like action figures, and then thought looking at the staircase in its completed state: "Hey, this would make the perfect prop for a home movie action series!". (picture of game box can be found below)
http://www.boardgamegeek.com/viewboardgameimage.php3?id=16784&title=pic1041278718jpg    

This day was March 21, 1999. I took some figurines from the box, two of them being the blue ninja and commander on the box, and gave them new names. I thought of a name for this new show, then it came to my mind: "Justice Offbeats". It was a squad of four warriors: Yocemento the blue ninja, who lost one of his arms in a battle against the Dark Legion, Phat Fatty, the red commando with a playful attitude and his plasma cannon, Adrenaline Man and his grave character, and The Forgotten Soldier, who is often taken for granted because of his social anxiety yet a wise soldier. Then, I took one of the evil Nepharites and, thinking of Austin Powers, named him Immoral Man (God, I'm such a dork, LOL!)

Then I gathered up all his Nepharite troops and monsters, and made them Immoral Man's henchmen, then took two spare styrofoam blocks, drew them faces and costumes, placed rainbow popsicle sticks on them as arms and ski-legs, and made them his bodyguards Styrofoam Sam and Styrofoam Cedrick. The plot of this fabulous pilot: the Justice Offbeats are rebelling against the Evil Empire before the flag is lowered and Immoral Man becomes emperor to bring wrath upon the citizens of Megalopoville. So the action is on! Only I don't believe in violence so I kept it tame and simply made it like some kind of Mel Brooks comedy, spoofing other action series like Mighty Morphin Power Rangers and anime.

I got addicted to movie-making and kept creating new characters. In the second episode, I created my own labyrinth called Craytown, an amusement park ran by a Atchafalaya cajun native whose DNA was altered from leeches and became Mandrill, wearing his Lazarus Cape and the Crown of Cyrus, who challenges the heroes into escaping the labyrinth alive. In the third, Logan Log was created, an Aussie barker who attempts to ambush them in the Great Beyond which I filmed down in the greenway next to my house, and introduced Yojimbo, a tough-talking soldier presumed lost in combat but escaped alive who assists them and introduces them to the Tsunami Squad, a trio of renegade factions rebelling against the Evil Empire. Then I made Frigid Fred, an Irish gnome who was crygonically frozen in a snow globe and can create snow, Tinkertoy Troy, Mr. Mafia, Oberuce (the master of time and space, used an N. Tropy action figure) Kumo Lissente, Professor and Mini Harmful, and many other characters to bring balance to the stories.

Eventually, I even began to make episodes that were an hour long, and got my cousins, siblings, and neighbors to do voices for the characters. When I went out to see my cousins in Romeoville, Illinois that summer, my cousins Nick and Zackery had heard about my show and were begging to make a movie with me. So I said, "Let me look through your toy box!" and with all my characters present and my trusty camcorder, Zackery had a treasure trove of characters. Then I decided "Hey, let's create a new clan, and let's say desperately, Immoral Man is trying to trick them into being his allies and crushing the Justice Offbeats." There, The Lilans were born, with the leader being Burkoko, a man with mountain sheep horns coming out of his head riding his gallant white sterling. So, mixing all these new characters, comedy, and adventure, it became a tradition we watch every summer together! That was also the summer I revolutionized the usage of "snickerpuss", LOL! Later, I even begged Mr. Ernewein to become a character in an episode, and then, I made him the mayor of Megalopoville, Philippe McPherson, who is absent-minded in his job but loyal to the services of the good side in stopping a hunter named Marmot. That was absolutely hilarious! I got a friend of mine from Denver Academy named Weston Wells to provide his voice for Marmot.

So, as you can see, I am both a geek and a movie-lover! I even made a bunch of other small skits, like Billy the Boxelder, the Fattissues, HCN, Miniature Marvels: The Adventures of Colonel J. Onslaught, There's One In Every Family, and much more. There will be more on this another time, and in fact, I am considering making another episode of the Justice Offbeats in the very near future. Maybe eventually I can leak the tapes mainstream and you can behold the incredible epics...kind of.

But most recently, my latest film project has been live this whole time, filmed from my eyes. Getting to see me through my poetry and journal and my many misadventures take place, exhuming Rand McNally and following him on a wild goose chase that never ends across the heart of the heartland. Solubility is not necessary every moment of the way, as nonsense is beauty all by itself and some adventures truly just are for amusement. Projecting straight from my eyes, my ears, my heart, my mind, my subconscious, and featuring cameos from my family, my relatives, my friends, and guests like Clarence the farmer and Texaco Star-Mart check-out employees, you can see everything I see through sepia-tone, sans alka-seltzer precience and Benadryl head trips. Only one is worthy of being praised on these here adventures.....Ricola.........Ricola! Hey, where's my Swiss yodeling horn, how else can I pay homage? Perhaps wear a skirt?

Yep, I have no digital camera and am an amateur at getting pictures on the Internet from my scanner, but once this young grasshopper masters the art of photography publication, I'll add a complementary thread featuring photos from the road. Until then, try to picture my intense imagery and then run the images through your mind like triptychs from top to bottom really fast as if it was a negative film of a cartoon, or looking through a Fisher Price 3D View-Master, with each moment a whole different Reel Card you could slip right in. God Bless William Gruber, he's a true genius. Among all those children's classics out there, the View-Master will never grow obsolete as the films just keep coming! Crreeaaaakkkk...TWANG!!! Slide 1: Oh, lookey, there's me with a pecan log from Stuckeys! Crrreeeaaaakkkkkk...TWANG!!! Slide 2: Hehehe, check out this ladybug that landed on my wrist, bless that good luck! Here, you take it from here!

Well, during the Thanksgiving holiday, I'll keep dotting the i's and lower-case j's and crossing the t's and you can count on a lot more heartland songs comin' your way! As for now, I could use a sitz bath! Y'all take care now, time to chase down Rand McNally across the Mother Road!

This Just In: Rand McNally was spotted talkin' with John Deere. Oh no, you ain't gettin' away that easy, no sir!

Just keepin' it Reel, y'all!



Love,
Noah Eaton



I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth
I can see the sun set and I perceive

***Live***

[This message has been edited by Mistletoe Angel (11-16-2003 02:44 AM).]

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You do make smile in amazement at such an imagination..I can see someday you will be famous..not sure in what field but I think entertainment has you pegged...

hugs and have a safe trip

M
 
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