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the_loner_23
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75 posted 12-25-2003 12:21 AM       View Profile for the_loner_23   Email the_loner_23   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for the_loner_23

Looks like your having fun even though you went through surgery. I hope I am this perky after I get my bottom wisdom teeth removed.

Cold hands means a warm heart

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76 posted 12-26-2003 03:03 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

***********Friday, December 26, 2003*********

Teaching The World To Sing Again

Though I believe that Christmas is in our hearts and at least should be given each day of the year for our children's sake and for the sake of the children in the rest of us, still I often find myself saddened the day after Christmas when I see others go on about their own lives and families be divided again. The evening of Christmas Day was truly difficult for me, as I was living with the spirit of the boy in my heart like I want to and talking and giggling in a playful and laughter tone, and then my mom tells me to cut that out and stop acting like an infant and that there is no such thing as Santa Claus.

Actually, on the contrary, there truly was a Santa Claus, and his spirit keeps living on, which my mom also said "No, it isn't!". And I'm not just saying this to make the children happy, but because its true.

The original Santa Claus was St. Nicholas himself. He was born in Lycia in the 4th century, who was a lovable man who became the patron saint of children because he loved them so much. He was also very charitable and this is known from Roman accounts during his time in patronage. He didn't have his sleigh, his signature red suit or Rudolph and his reindeer then, but he had his white beard, wore bishop's robes that were red and white, and through a feast of his own on December 6, a Christian feast day. Up until the sixteenth century, his spirit was praised all across Europe, and then when the Protestant banned him from many European countries, which he got replaced with secular ideals, the Dutch fell in love with him and called him their "protector of sails". He graced the design of the first Dutch ship that made it to America, the first church in New York City was named after him, and they offered Christmas items that would become symbols to the holiday tradition. And as for the stockings, in sixteenth-century Holland, instead of them at first, children placed wooden shoes filled with straw to feed St. Nick's donkey and in return the shoes would be filled with a small gift. America is where the stocking became used instead.

And his name? The Dutch spelled St. Nicholas "Sint Nikolass," which in the New World became "Sinterklass". later changed to "Santa Claus". America is where the spirit of Santa Claus would be illustrated deeper. Dr. Clement Clarke Moore's 1822 poem "The Night Before Christmas" was originally meant only to read to his children on Christmas Eve but a friend had sent his poem all across newspapers and his poem instantly became a classic, which is where the reindeer and the sleigh added to Santa's spirit. He also gained weight in illustration in America from a cartonnist named Thomas Nast, who published the cartoons all throughout Harper's Weekly magazine until 1886, revealing the shift from a thinner to a bigger Santa, also mentioning Santa makes toys all year at the North Pole and monitoring children's behavior for them to be rewarded. All of this evolved in America to add to this beautiful holiday, along with the elves, the magic, and so much more!



Not often do I like to express my self-pride, but I honestly have to say I am right and my mom either is wrong or she didn't know this. I also have to be honest and say in my mind I thought of what she said as a bit "cynical", in the manner that she stressed self-control way too much that she was too grave and seemed to lack the spirit beyond herself. You can be virtuous and be beyond your own body, in fact I believe that is more virtuous. Then again, who's to say who is right or not? All I know is that I believe what I do and believe is right and I'm not going to let anyone, even those closest to me, alter my views just because I love them with all my heart. So do me a favor and don't lie to your children and tell them there is no Santa Claus, what's the use of lying anyway when the holidays are about believing and not seeing! Besides it is NOT true.

I AM the Mistletoe Angel, and therefore I choose to believe in magic and that which is beautiful that many would be skeptical to believe in. I believe in the children, I believe in the child in my heart, I choose to act my shoe size (and my size is very small for a male my age) but live with spirit rather than practicality. I believe Christmas should be every day of the year, beyond the time the tree goes down and the crystalline icicles thaw from your gutter. I believe in uniting but not in conformity. Too many believe that Christmas is the most happiest holiday, and my simple question to all these people is "Why?". What about the holidays makes you feel all warm and toasty inside? What do you feel? What about it makes your heart sing? I think too often these questions are not asked and they could bring in so much more juice to the Clausometer.

So I have to say the lack of spirit in my mother yesterday kind of broke my heart halfway. Christmas Eve is supposed to be a happy day, and I want to see my loved ones happy and lively and filled with laughter and glee. It should be made illegal to use the words "hate" or any synonym of it on Christmas Day even. Love is what the whole world needs, and to sing together in homophony, all closing out on the same cadence together before startin again. To love beyond terrestrial values and engage in the spirit. The Christmas Tree is the Tree of Life, and even when the "Christmas" Tree isn't up, the foundation is always there and shouldn't be ignored.

Anyway, I hope that all of you had a spirited and merry Christmas! Keep the Dickens in you and I wish you a merry Christmas 365 days a year, yay! Also, I must wish you a happy new year now, as I am going to make that trip that I postponed from the sickness I got at Thanksgiving as I mentioned before this Sunday. I'll be posting my live messages from my written journal on this grand adventure, and soon I will have that photo journal up as I promised before in the near future. So remember, when you make that New Years Resolution, please make it something special and don't take it for granted. Mine...to simply keep living up to my pen name!



Y'all stay warm and cozy now, you hear?

Current Mood: & (Mix between hopeful and sad)

Bend it like Dickens!

Love,
Noah Eaton



"You'll find something that's enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don't receive you
You should turn yourself around and come back home" MB20

[This message has been edited by Mistletoe Angel (12-26-2003 03:06 PM).]

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77 posted 12-30-2003 07:39 PM       View Profile for Severn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Severn

Hi Noah.

I've read your last entry. I don't want to put a negative spin on things here, but you know what? For some people christmas isn't about happiness and joy. In fact, for some people christmas is the loneliest time of the year...

I was wondering why you weren't a little more understanding of your mother's so called lack of spirit? Why didn't you try to find out ~why~ she might not be feeling so enthusiastic? Perhaps you could've comforted her, or listened to her, or something, rather than sulk about her not understanding you. After all - isn't the spirit of christmas, according to you, about giving?

And christmas certainly isn't about some fat guy that Coca Cola invented either - even if he originates from St Nick.

You've touched nerves here, which I why I have said what I have.

Have a happy new year in any event.

K

[This message has been edited by Severn (12-30-2003 07:42 PM).]

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I believe in magic too. Awesome update Noah. I hope you update soon.

Cold hands means a warm heart

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79 posted 01-04-2004 07:06 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

***********Sunday, January 4, 2003***********

(Yay, it feels good to be back! The following I've got here are all the more than 75 pages of journal entries I wrote on the road within the past week, which I've decided to let you choose the ultimate title, which I'll let you decide in the end with some ideas I had! Soon enough the pictures will complement this journal on an upcoming Mistletoe Angel's Photo Journal thread! Hope you enjoy my great adventure!)


Sunday, December 28, 2003

Freightliner Undercover

7:42 A.M: Top of the dawn to y’all! And so I begin the long journey beyond that black stump in the True Blue! Call it the Inback if you will! It is a 22 degree Fahrenheit morning, with some pale teal, gray, and violet cloud cover, nothing more than God’s celestial overpass. Above it I believe cherubs are soaring upon unicorns on the rainbow ravines and those of the Seven Orders are riding together in the Merrymaker chariot, but here below the overpass it’s a feel good place in a feel good time too.

Just passed through Byers, a small sleepy town on the fruited plain thirty miles from Denver. Interstate 70 has long been the Father Road I’ve traveled down, my providence to the heartland where the country twang flows in my veins. It is like the tan lines I wear, my favorite sunburn, or a birthmark I’ve never noticed tucked under my bangs. I’m all with the highway wile, and just some of my other aliases include the Hayseed Gypsy, the Deer Trail Medicine Man or the Two-Wheeled Semi. Speaking of which, I just passed through Deer Trail, it is a cozy pleasant town on the prairie that only needs a Texaco and a family café to get around. Hoo-yeah!

As I said before, travellin’ is like becoming a human 3D View-Master, and that’s why I love adventure so much. I’m a little boy all over again eager to see all sorts of different slides. Hey, do you enjoy readin’ billboards and signs along the highways? I’ve always loved that, and hope to actually step into more of those towns myself and experience the stories there.

(Hey, just saw a Dodge pass me by with the vanity plate “Chris I”. What could that mean? Perhaps he’s a big Chris Issak fan, perhaps even the man himself? I’ve liked his music myself, and still when I see the Wicked Game video, all I have to say is…wow.

But passing through Cedar Point now, I’m just listenin’ to some of KBCO 97.3 FM’s world class rock, featurin’ the best Studio C performances of 2003. You ever listen to Triple A radio? That is my favorite format of all, and Boulder is where Triple A (basically Adult Alternative) radio was born. Studio C has become a key intimate live musical setting for adult alternative acts in 1993 when Counting Crows came to play a few songs before their debut made it big, including a cover of “The Ghost In You” which that cut would actually make the Clueless movie soundtrack (great movie by the way) making Studio C an incredibly popular musical crossroad. Right now I’m layin’ back to recordings from Shawn Colvin, Pete Yorn, Robert Bradly and the Family Band, The Waifs, Maroon 5, Damien Rice, and some beloved local artists.

Gonna take a small breather and enjoy the scenery with Miss Minty, my favorite mint Dodge Grand Caravan SE. Hi all y’all!


9:06 A.M: Just makin’ my way through Limon right now. I’m sure that Fireside Family restaurant is as cozy as they say it is with the holidays still basking in afterglow. Even Rip Griffin is all snug up warm in his truck plaza. Hey, I think I hear a song comin’!

Awww, there’s that sun I love so much, comin’ out like a Lemonhead in love! With windmills and power lines and Great Southern busses all along the Father Road, the setting unfolds and becomes precedent to me. I prefer the atmosphere beyond summer or spring shades, with beds of sunflowers and Black-eyed Susans and unthreshed corn and wheat fields spannin’ in perspective to the horizon line, with the sun in hot pursuit and the yellow-breasted songbird in standard tunin’, but the winter gives the country an essence of her own. Truckers cruisin’ down the interstate with their families or amigos, scarecrows gettin’ the attention with the harvests below their proud sturdy shoulder levels, hoarfrost beddin’ the landscape with jewels, it is the country re-illustrated. And I can create my own children’s book from these fascinations.

So here I am, live from the green van, with just the family, the Sony Car Ready CD-player, and this journal, with my wild imagination worn around me like a Technicolor jumpsuit. Right now, the audio selection is Aimee Mann’s “Lost In Space”. Truly a beautiful melancholy album. Drugs and the fight away from the addiction and those close to her are a central theme here, with “This Is How It Goes” “Pavlov’s Bell” and “Invisible Ink” all anthemic to me.

Peddlin’ with the metal live to you!

10:05 A.M: Here I am in Burlington, just ten miles from the state line. Home of the Kit Carson bonanza. Onto Kanorado now, the interstatial country town with Kansas heart and Colorado soul, the key to Kansas. Hey, while I’m there, where may I find Karilea and Tim, Passions’ sunny delights?

You know, so many people I know find Kansas to be the most boring state in America, but while Colorado, California, Oregon, Missouri, Tennessee, Illinois, Louisiana, Hawaii and Florida all rank higher on my list, Kansas has a beauty all to herself. She is natural. She is original. She’s like the brand of potato chip without the sour cream and onion or salt and vinegar in the grocery store. She’s like the yellow ribbon of the country, swept from modern Miss America’s hair upon the untouched soil of our motherland.

Aw, it’s 10:18 now and we’ve reached Kansas. Kanorado, you’re lookin’ nice today. Middle Fork Beaver Creek’s a bit shy though. Kansas, anyway, is a state I admire for her traditional, laid-back pioneer pastoral nature. And Interstate 70 is the perfect scenic route in experiencing the state, only missing Wichita and a few smaller points of interest. You have Kansas City (the gateway to Missouri) Topeka, Salina, Junction City, Hays, Colby, a bunch of interesting stops along the way. Ah, yes, and of course…Goodland. Though as far as I’m concerned, the good land is all around us. Ooohhh, looks like South Fork Beaver Creek is more peppy today! Honestly, you haven’t had continental breakfast until you’ve made a cross-country trip like this and taste the honeycomb of the country. Speaking of which, what’s at the High Plains Museum, Karilea? There’s a lot of sorghum molasses flowin’ in the untamed fields of gold! In here, there sure is too with Captain Swing. You guessed it, Michelle Shocked is the current selection in the green van. Maybe it’s about time I gave the van a nickname, after all she’s been my friend since I was a little boy, with 91,000 miles on it before leavin’. The Green Giantress? Nah, too tough. Verve Verde? Don’t know. I’ll think of somethin’!

10:46 A.M (now 11:46 A.M) Foolin’ you? Just entered the Central Time Zone, that’s why, hehehe! We’ve seen our share of tumbleweeds down the dusty highway. Wow, there at Mile Marker 39, I saw this billboard of Pioneer Village 167 miles north on the Levant exit. A journey that long must be worth checkin’ out! But for now it’s time to quench my thirst at Colby, the Oasis on the Plains, home of the Prairie Museum of Art and History. God, I love the sight of the hay bales all around the Southwind Plaza. It is now high noon here on the high country! Yeee-haw! Kay yippee-yi-yay!

Next is Oakley, Prairie Dog Town USA, home of the largest prairie dog in the world, the five-legged cow, the six-legged steer and live rattlesnake colonies among many things including turkeys, buffaloes, pheasants, quails, raccoons, coyotes, badgers, all there in Prairie Dog Town, Exit 70. They also have a famous corn husking contest, the Fick Museum, and the authentic Kountry spirit enshrouding the town in its entire circumference, with golden plains, Zimmatics, and sage blanketing the fertile ground miles around and about. Across the Gove county line, the sun is now awakenin’ at 12:18 P.M like a mandarin lantern on Chinese New Year, and two miles out of Oakley at Mile Marker 78, a family of tumbleweeds just crossed the road together. How cute is that? That only convinces me again everythin’ is interconnected, a philosophy that needs no more explainin’. Tie my heart to a tumbleweed, Terri Clark, let my imagination and spirits go rollin’!

Wow, I just saw a Stuckey’s off the Grinnell exit. I love Stuckey’s. It’s a shame there ain’t many of those around like there used to be. Who can deny the pecan log rolls, the three T-shirts for 10 dollars deals and fresh Dairy Queen soft-serve on a typical summer day, or any day in that matter? Stuckey, it’s time to roll back with a vengeance! Unite with Waffle House and you’ll have a kick-butt domination duo!

The sky may have blue and black this mornin’, but now it is aflame in blue and gold with peppermint clouds gracin’ the south skies. Still, there’s no one like Jackson Browne who can re-enact a brilliant melancholy horizon. Cuz his Greatest Hits are currently the green van fad from Colby to Quinter, the gateway to Castle Rock. I’ve never ran on empty with him as my dad has played his poetic ballads around me since I was born and I have fallen in love with the Pretender and the shape of his heart ever since! Now it’s time to put in R.E.M’s greatest hits! Stompin’ grounds with stompin’ music, ain’t nothing’ like that! Michael Stipe, bless you!

12:55 P.M: It’s Christmas all over again, for Wakeeney is the Christmas city of the high plains, the cedar bluff. Out here in the open I feel I can sing and like a tunin’ fork the echo can span the great beyond and close the continental divide together. Now crossin’ through Ellis, you can feel sweet serenity flood the turf, with Alloway’s restaurant anointed in the calm, hay bales dotting graham cracker earth like chamomile gumdrops for the pastor’s teacup. From his kettle is where the missing colors are found, belongin’ to the curate who gathers the water from the illustrious fountain, rectorate to the bounty of the country, spillin’ full blood across the pacific skies that bring the eiderdown cotton soils warm colors, all true to the creed of the country, the cream of the crop, the hearty meal of the honorable working man after a recrudescent time of labor. Wow, how my imagination flares wildly. Now it is 1:13 and we’re entering Hays, winner of the 1996 All-American city title. You know how I love feelin’ All American! Time to take a well-deserved break and enjoy the Canta-Loopa-Tuna at the Country Kitchen!

2:31 P.M: Back on the van, all y’all! We either fish or cut bait out here, and I choose to be one who does the fishin’! Got myself a late breakfast and a matutinal dinner soup in one! Nothin’ like the Country’s Best Skillet, with those eggs any way you want it, bacon, sausage, diced ham over those baby red potatoes, with the best pancakes on the side goosed in maple (or in my case, boysenberry) syrup! And how about that calico bean soup? Gravy is synonymous with the mid-western and southern meal, so give me the flavor! It’s gotta have that twang to it, ain’t no thang like the twang! Go whole hog and go hog wild, ain’t that the berries! Here it undeniably is! Yeens grab yerselves a root but don’t go frog gigging now, y’all hear? LOL! Anyhow, it must truly feel good to sit in at 1:30 every Sunday afternoon after church and enjoy a buffet here. After all, they are proud to support the veterans, local schools, and boy scout unit #147.

Now we’ve passed Russell, known to be the home of Bob Dole. I remember when I watched the 1996 election when I was thirteen, and the smiles my mother displayed seeing Clinton get re-elected. I actually used to write a silly fictional story about traveling’ cross country, and passin’ through Russell, where the main character stopped and played ding-dong ditch on Dole and by putting the garden hose on his front doorstep made him trip in his pajamas! LOL! I never knew Dole that well, but I was personally glad Clinton got re-elected, as he overall did quite a good job, despite he could have done without the lie of his personal affair, which however the blame made a dextrose way out of hand. Hehehe, anyway, at 2:51, we have crossed this small town and onto Salina now.





3:43 P.M: Salina. What a pretty city on the plains. Probably the city that dots the exact center of the United States of America. How lovely it feels to be genuflecting on the heartbeat of America, where the Saline River carries blood, milk and honey to the veins of all the heartland. It is also the hometown of astronaut Joe Engle, as I am told by the sign. 47 degrees Fahrenheit and I’ve breezed through some of Bruce Springs teen’s “Born to Run”, Pink Floyd’s “Wish You Were Here” and Ashley Mac Isaac’s “Hi, How Are You Today?”. Only eight miles to Abiliene now at 3:58, just crossing the Solomon River onto the Dickinson county line. Abiliene would have to be one of my two favorite cities in Kansas, along with Salina. Abiliene is home to many things: the American Indian art center, the Seelye mansion, the Eisenhower Center, the Dickinson County Historical Museum, the Greyhound Hall of Fame, some antique carousels and the antique telephone, and…of course…Russell Stover’s world-famous chocolates. If Salina is the heart of Kansas, I’d say Abiliene is the cowboy hat proudly worn on her head. OK, so does that make Wichita the lasso? I’m sorry to say I’ve never been to Wichita yet. You’d have to take tollway I-35 to get there, and I’e never been down that way. I’ve never touched Oklahoma, and have only been through certain regions of Texas, in Corpus Cristi and in the west of the state. Perhaps it’s because of Bush polluting the state into a nuclear, toxic wasteland that leaves me reluctant to take a vacation there, though despite his doings, Texas still has the western swing and kick. But I can say Colby is like the canteen the cowgirl Kansas wields, being the Oasis on the Plains, Oakley her rattleskin boots, Wakeeney her courteous smile, Hays her All-American attitude and now, entering Junction City at 4:18 P.M, I’ll have to observe a bit here and decide on how Junction City accessorizes her. I do remember it is home to the Vietnam Veterans Memorial of Kansas, the Milford Nature Center and Fish Hatchery, Custer House, the U.S Cavalry Museum, the First Territorial Capital and the famous Fort Riley, the war field of America. Out east from Fort Riley and Council Grove, for miles around you can see scenic creek roads from McDowell to Humboldt to Wabaunsee, oases, hillsides and cottages. Like I said, I love Kansas for her spacious, laid-back lifestyle. No huge metropolises, no urban sprawls, no large population growth, just you and the country the way it’s supposed to be. Occasionally you see the familiar sight of service stations and McDonalds, but Kansas sees to it the country tradition stands first, and the fifty-mile scenic stretch from Junction City to Topeka is an excellent example of that, with the undulating, bouncy highway adventure over and down the hillsides, creek beds, sunbeams specklin’ the groves, wind turbines hummin’ where the tall green grass grows, and Grandma Hoerner sitting on her front porch lookin’ out upon the Wabaunsee amber, baking her cornbread for her loved ones and crafting fine Jepson pottery. Sometimes you even see sheds with inspirational messages etched on them, like this shed I saw at around Mile Marker 325 sayin’ “No God…No Peace. Know God…Know Peace.” Makes me feel warm and toasty inside to see His message outstretched everywhere, you know, got to be reminded of how contagious and incandescent His grace can be.



4:52 P.M: The sun is beginnin’ to prepare her fort behind me, behind the mountains which now cannot be seen from five hundred miles away from home. Maple Hill is drenched in the ale of dusk, the pink-lemonade sun begins spellin’ her quintessential country sunset once again, always an enchantin’ benefaction and never a dull moment, and the shadows of this excursion get book-marked beneath the pavement and Mission Valley. Auburn road is burnin’ in cranberry haze, while Interstate 35 recoils like a diamondback to the south, where Topeka’s city limits rise at 5:05 P.M. Time to make a small break at Wanamaker Road to get some beverages at the BP mart. Lindyspring water is the brand of choice around here, can’t go wrong when spring is in the name!

5:14 P.M: So this is what purple haze is all about, that smoke on the water. Twilight sages fill the southeast sky, paintin’ a vibrant raspberry sherbet sky meltin’ upon the unwashed masses and Technicolor dreamers. This is Topeka, and the sky is swingin’ in maraschino cherry milango tonight. God must be so lucky to get to stick his clair de lune spoon into this perfect parfet that is melting over California Avenue and Lake Shawnee. Nightswimmin’ is on schedule early tonight, hopin’ to catch some fireflies of our own this late December evenin’. Onward upon the Kansas Turnpike to Kansas City, home of the Royals, Chiefs, and Applebees. Dreamin’ good in the neighborhood!

5:29 P.M: Right over the Douglas county line at godspeed, we’re approachin’ Kansas City at neck break pace. It’s dark out now but the green van light keeps my eyes in action. (looks around a bit) Wow, it’s 5:40 and we’re crossin’ over the Kansas River, a periwinkle ribbon of the low country. Twenty minutes from Kansas City now (spends some time playing Boxes)

6:01 P.M: Kansas City. Truly a Jungle Gym of classical urban country romance. Highways shoe-lacin’ together, knotting the duo-state city together, Central Avenue serpentine along the Kansas River run with the 18th street expressway, Truman Road, Van Brunt Blvd all jettin’ into the calyx and The Paseo alight all throughout the zipper of this wonderful city. Patsy Cline was one lucky woman, and I sure am too. From here on, my journals entries may be a bit short but sweet with the impendin’ darkness (don’t worry, it’s a good kind of darkness) but every writer needs time to dream, am I right? Hehehe! From Kansas City to Lee‘s Summit to Raytown to (hums song lyrics in my head)




Goin' to Kansas City, Kansas City here I come

Goin' to Kansas City, Kansas City here I come

They got some crazy lil' women there,

And I'm gonna get me one.



I'm goin' be stand on the corner

Twelfth Street and Vine

I'm goin' be stand on the corner

Twelfth Street and Vine

With my Kansas City baby

And a bottle of Kansas City wine.



Well I might pick a train

I might pick a plane, but if I have to walk

I'm goin' just the same

Goin' to Kansas City, Kansas City here I come

They got some crazy lil' women there

And I'm gonna get me one"



7:35 P.M: Just stopping’ in Boonville for some food and fuel. This will mark the first time I’ve eatin’ McDonalds in two years and a half. I’ve never been big on fast food, except I do kind of like the sandwiches at Wendys and Good Times. I enjoy eatin’ exotic foods that are inexpensive, from Wild Oats or Alfalfa’s or Mongolian and Thai restaurants. Nevertheless I do enjoy their French fries and I’ve tried their new white meat chicken McNuggets. Not that bad of a change. I’d sure love to fit on those yellow and black I’m Lovin’ It shorts and strut down the boardwalk on a midwinter day. I’m lovin’ it, and I’m fixin’ it!
Just a random thought: out here there’s just way too many XXX bookstores and video outlets. Just a few years back I only remember seein’ them seldom, but they’re multiplyin’ like cells under a microscope. Can someone pass me the eye soap, por favor? Truckers must buy 95% of the pornography in the world I swear, it is a bit saddenin’ to see them all along the highways where children should just pay attention to the scenery. (My apologies to the G-rated viewers here, you can now call this a PG thread, hehehe!)

8:23 P.M: Columbia, looking’ good tonight. That’s all, folks!

11:43 P.M: We’re there! Sweet dreams, everyone, love you all! Beddy-time for an unrested traveler! Hugs from the Hayseed Gypsy!

Love,
Noah Eaton



"You'll find something that's enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don't receive you
You should turn yourself around and come back home" MB20


[This message has been edited by Mistletoe Angel (01-04-2004 07:30 PM).]

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*********Monday, December 29, 2003*********

If The Hat Ain't Missin', I'm More Than Just Fishin'!



1:23 P.M: Home sweet home…the second home sweet home that is! Actually, I almost feel guilty having two Christmases. I wish everyone could see their families during this time of year, but sadly even with all the fine veterans in the army (the Salvation Army that is) and philanthropists and Toys For Tots, many still are stumped workin’ hard durin’ Christmas Eve. Nevertheless, I can’t let the misfortunes get to my head, as I pray each day like all my Catholic and Christian friends do and here I am, on the front porch lookin’ out, listenin’ to Willie Nelson’s "Tougher Than Leather", reading bulk issues of the Catholic Digest and Salesian Missions poetic contributions, and sippin’ on Country Time. I had always been fascinated with the anecdotes submitted in every subsequent issue of the Catholic Digest, so my grandmother signed me up for my own subscription. One of my favorites is from the March 1999 issue, with the story on Megan O’Hara written by her mother Peggy, the second child born in a large family who was diagnosed with Down syndrome and the doctor gave her and her mom Peggy information that was unencouraging that she may never walk or speak well and to put her in an institution, which they refused, and her husband Clark said, "God gave her to us, and God will provide for our needs, and hers." Megan went through a pulmonary illness, had heart surgery at 3 years old, nevertheless her and Clark remained optimistic that Megan would live a normal life and wouldn’t be treated differently than her other children, and Megan’s fist words were "Mommy, Daddy, love!" and she made baby steps that showed she could do more than what the doctors predicted. And though Matt, Maureen, Molly, Mark, and Patrick would all join the family, nearby friends and family always lended them a hand, and Megan excelled in speech and special need classes and also developed a love for athletics and proudly said, "I’m going to Special Olympics someday!" And with mixed tears of joy and fear for her little girl, she decided to let Megan join practice sessions for them and did speed-skating and when it was time for her to go to the winter games, worry filled her mothers heart and she prayed, "Dear God, don’t let Megan get sick, and help her not to be disappointed." and her husband said, "Peggy, we’ve worked hard to make her independent, now that she’s testin’ that independence, we have to learn to let her go." and one Sunday afternoon, when waitin’ for her to come home, she came out with a bright smile and a bronze medal tied to a red, white, and blue ribbon giggling, "Look Mom! Look Daddy! I won! I won!" and she kept earnin’ medals in so many different sports. Then one day, she heard that Wheaties wanted to put her picture on their next Wheaties box and she strided to Rochester to do it! And that story made me cry to see her parents wish of their little girl being "self-reliant, healthy, and happy" being fulfilled and knowing God answered their prayers.



Sometimes in the Catholic digests they also have beautiful submissions in Open Door, Help From the Heart, In Our Parish, and Words for Quiet Moments. Did you know, for instance, that your ability to deal with life is linked to how well you sleep, and the Exxon Valdez oil spill, Chernobyl, the Bhopal spill, the Challenger space-shuttle tragedy and the Three Mile Island spill are ALL linked to sleep deprivation? It’s even a fact 56,000 car crashes are reported each year by the police linked to drivers asleep at the wheel, and Canadian studies even say the day after Daylight Savings Time, when we lose an hour of sleep, traffic accidents increase 7%, but the day the clocks are turned back, accidents decrease by the exact same percentage. It is said by scientific research that we sleep in five stages, stage one being where your body relaxes and you think randomly, stage 2 a light sleep, stage 3-4 a ½ hour after Stage 2 the delta sleep where brain waves slow, brain blood flow lessens and growth hormone is secreted which children desperately need, then an hour later, REM sleep is achieved, where your brain is almost as active as when you’re awake and though your respiration and heart rate speed up, your muscles are paralyzed, and all the dreams unfold and children learn from them. How often have you dreamt or remembered your dreams? If you seldom do, please get yourself a nice slumber tonight! Dreams are a fascinating gift that should never be unraveled, and reveal ghosts of our true essence, and intergalactic passages to subsequent reconciliation. Life is all about dreamin’, so let your iris bounce at night! I’ve got so many Catholic Digest favorites I’d love to share with you, but I have much more I must talk about!

Nothin’ like sittin’ back in the kitchen and listenin’ to Willie Nelson’s "Me And Paul". Gotta love the cowboy in red braids! And nothing like the smell of pine in the air! It’s amazin’ how everythin’ in this kitchen feels like home. The pantry of downhome goodness, that cabinet filled with ceramic birds, glasses and collection of talkin’ hamsters from Gemmy (I love the dueling banjo ones especially! ) that stained glass window on the center west side of that monarch butterfly against a rainbow ribbon, the Barbara Mock painting hung to the right of the screen door to the sunroom on the north side of hummingbirds flitterin’ in a rosebud wreath, the porcelain angels on the shelf right next to it on the east side hung on the back of the cabinet, and the beautiful pencil sketch of Z. Sefton, "In Our Time" on the south side of a porch and two rockin’ chairs side by side with the poem,




"And when we grow old,
I’ll find two chairs,
And set them close,
Each sun-lit day,
That you and I,
In quiet joy,
May rock the world away."


That always makes me tear up happily knowin’ there’s livin’ proof in this house and other places across the world that eternal love exists and maybe I can find I too and grow old with her but in heart forever feel youthful! And here where the round kitchen table is placed over the mahogany oak floor, we always enjoy some Quaker oats cereal for breakfast early at 7:30 in the mornin’ deli meat, cheese, Fritos, Lays potato chips, gherkin pickles, manzanilla olives and peanut butter at lunch, and a wide array of favorites my grandmother cooks for dinner, from Texas hash to Salisbury steak to cornbread casserole to fried catfish to honeysuckle turkey, and pecan pie, blackberry cobbler and sponge cake for dessert. Before lunch and dinner, me and my grandparents and my aunts always speak a Catholic prayer before feastin’, for we believe the table is where peace is established, where our peace is joined between one another and bread is broken. It’s where we live in the moment, and as a Catholic Digest magazine illustrates on Paul’s Letter to the Philippines, "He learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well-fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want." (Phil 4:12). And how to? Do it now and not "someday" and accept imperfection, just gather all your blessings like guests at the table and know like them, scratches will be there but it’s natural, as we too have scratches and stains!

This is what can bring my grandparents and me close together but divide me and my parents just a lil’ bit, being the only Catholic in my non-extended family. My grandparents and I, though keepin’ religion and politics out of mealtimes, discuss various Catholic ideas constantly, with Pope John Paul II’s new Luminous Mysteries in the Rosary a hot topic right now. We believe in no extent that Catholics are not Christians and Christians are not Catholics, but I do believe Catholics look upon Christ at a celestial level, and through the Eucharist, while Christians hold a general belief that He exists and Jesus lives on. Nevertheless, my parents and I settle each others differences peacefully as I believe respect for each others beliefs create peace, and I love them so much! Wow, look at the time! Time sure flies when you’re kickin’ back like a cat in a room full of rockin’ chairs listenin’ to classic rock on 100.7 KGMO, classic rock all day, with John Boy and Billy in the mornin’ on the ol’ TEAC CX-210 Stereo Cassette Deck with the Panasonic Technics FM/AM Stereo Receiver SA-5170 that my uncle Rob bought for my grandfather in the service (Wow, quite a long metaphor!) Right next to the kitchen here, they have a beautiful sunroom, with rockin’ and lawn chairs about, oak and pine walls decorated with collections of old tools, collectable trains from Lionel and a bunch of other antique stores, from Burlington Northern to the Santa Fe to the Union Pacific to Chessie System to Jack Frost to Oscar Meyer, all makin’ routes around the Sunroom Expressway, belt buckles from General Electric to the San Francisco 1875 Cable Car to Raleigh Lights to Stihl chainsaws to the Pony Express to the Minnesota State Patrol to the 1951 Southern Police Institute, steins up to twelve inches tall, mining lanterns, Readers Digest condensed books, and an antique Truetone short-wave radio. We can get frequencies all the way from Des Moines, Iowa from here, sometimes from Laredo, Texas, Nashville, Tennessee or Cincinatti, Ohio dependin’ on the weather as the crow flies to all these places!



Well, best I call it a night here and head into REMville. I’ll sure be in Georgia on a fast train tonight, or let my mind wander at least. Oh, those old five and dimers still have it in ‘em!

Love,
Noah Eaton


"You'll find something that's enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don't receive you
You should turn yourself around and come back home" MB20


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**********Tuesday, December 30, 2003**********

777 Caliber Faith

10:20 A.M: Ahhhh. Beautiful Tuesday mornin’, at 42 degrees, barometer at 1016 millibars with 85% humidity. I sure set my circadian clock right on the button. Got my share of Grandma Ruth’s homemade Hullaoatloo, and listenin’ to "Me and Paul" all over again. Plus I’m here with my loved ones in a sweet home with central heating. What more can I ask for? Here we are, just out of the Advent, yet this paradoxical season is meant to endure twelve months a year. We learn the spirituality of patience and out of it seek perspiration out of anticipation, lookin’ out for Christ with our faith, faith in Emmanuel. Unnoticable things always occur and being attentive is what helps us enjoy the wait, and contemplate, being receptive to one moments grace. Not all is immediately accessible to us and need not be in our possession. Invite yourself to the limits. Don’t manipulate or count on His grace. It has already come to us in incarnate. He came in a stable, in an ordinary world, and made it holy. All of life I feel should be graced with this simple faith. The world is my playground and though I’ll dream and believe for my dreams to blossom, I know true happiness begins with me and comes in the present tense. Before "Behind the Music" and "All Access", there must be "Driven", and "Driven" is no TV show, it is your own ticket to ride. I’m hankerin’ but I’m not bowed up. Should I rise to gold or platinum record stardom and play Madison Square Gardens or Wembley Arena, I would never sacrifice the simple blessing, that seed of faith I’ve held in my tiny hand, rememberin’ where the origin uprooted. Faith is my guitar strap of choice!



2:20 P.M: Well, we’ve driven into Jackson to drop by the Country Mart for some ammo. My grandfather loves to head down to Jim Barks’ farm outside of Marble Hill for shooting cans and bottles just for fun and leisure. Jim Barks is a good friend of his who loves puttin’ a hundred and fifty miles on his Grand Am each day, with his love for cars and ranchin’ evident on his property. My grandfather brought along here his 22 Caliber Harrington Richardson 9-Shot Revolver and his 22 Caliber Air Rifle. Though I am not fond of guns and rather wish they were never customized to begin with, I found it wouldn’t hurt to shoot cans far from anyone or any natural habitat so I gave some rounds in. I’m a pretty good shot with the latter. Just wish guns could only be limited to these activities.

And here we go, down U.S 61, the Grandmother Road, and Route 34, onto Marble Hill. First we take Route 34 and Route 72 to Millersville, then take Route 34 southwest through Marble Hill, a small town in southeast Missouri recently recuperatin’ from a tornado. Just a mile south of Marble Hill, on Route ZZ, there’s Jim Barks’ ranch to the right, with his sawmill (which I saw as a boy) the junkyard, his ranch, garage, and little home.

And here we are. Best to wear headgear when firin’ so the eardrums don’t get that corundrum of panic. Here the junkyard is swimmin’ with yellow plastic chairs, Bar S corn dog packages, salad olive bottles, paper plates and Dr. Thunder cans. This would be the place for Oscar the Grouch. He could roast smores forever over the tire fires! Anyhow, time to give it a go!

4:20 P.M: Just met Jim Barks gettin’ out of his ranch. Quite a nice guy, has the authentic heartland spirit in his soul. Headin’ back home now for supper and relaxation now, yay!

Out over Hurricane Creek that boysenberry parfait is once again percolatin’ across the eastern horizon. Cherubs are finger-paintin’ the turnpikes of heaven and cotton candy clouds are comin’ out to say hello! Nectarine linen cloth covers the western sky where incandescent signals flare, a celestial hash brown casserole Uncle Herschel dreams of, a hash brown casserole with a citrus hint.



Underneath this polyester sky, I am tunin’ into All Things Considered on National Public Radio. Just heard about Ephedra gettin’ banned. Good work. A supplement that has killed a hundred and fifty people cannot be safe. Also heard about the record industries’ continuing woes for the fourth consecutive year. itunes, media mergers, and the ongoing Internet downloadin’ and file swappin’ all significant downfalls. It’s a pity that ones creative flexibility in studio is vanishin’, as Prince, Paul Simon, and Fleetwood Mac all flexed before and would never have made it nowadays otherwise. Let’s hope an everybody wins inonculation cures this dilemma. Momentarily, we’ll be back for leftover honeysuckle turkey and green beans with bacon bits in them! The ultimate meal for the chief cook and bottle washer!

Time to fill the bread basket and the alarm clock with Amish pride!



Love,
Noah Eaton

"You'll find something that's enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don't receive you
You should turn yourself around and come back home" MB20

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**********Wednesday, December 31, 2003**********

High Maintenace Leisure At 3600 RPM

Feliz Nuevo Ano! The eve, that is! Relax, just half a day away, yay! 11:15 A.M and quite a sun-shinin’ day outside! Over a cup of Raspberry Zinger tea last night, we talked on and on about what our grandchildrens’ first names should be, my future youngens, my mother and sister went on and on with their dumb Republican blonde jokes (they like to put Republican in with the blonde jokes) and meanwhile my grandfather and I talked about the new Rosary. Thumbin’ through some Unity magazines, slappin’ my pappy with a traditional lunch here, and piddlin’ beautifully listenin’ to the great Randy Travis’ “Always and Forever”. Randy Travis is one of my country favorites. “Forever And Ever, Amen”, “The Truth Is Lyin’ Next To You”, “Good Intentions” and “My House” are all soul food to my sunflower garden in my heart. Randy Travis, George Strait, and the Dixie Chicks would have to be my three modern country favorites!

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I already got my New Years Resolution aired-up., and then again, shouldn’t we make them each week, perhaps even each day? Shouldn’t each day be about managin’ our dreams and lifestyles? It’s never too late to make a resolution, and only you have the power to determine your own resolution and make yours complete. Anyway, on a spiritual level, mine is to keep livin’ up to my Mistletoe Angel name and keep givin’, but on a more earthly level, I hope to get my demo disc out and about in my pursuit for a career take-off. Have faith in me soon you’ll get to hear my music as all y’all have waited too patiently for! I promise your anticipation wil be rewarded! What’s yours?

I cannot imagine a more comely livin’ room than this very one I’m sittin’ in right this moment. It puts the livin’ in living! Soft customized rockin’ chairs, that old robin-egg blue loveseat, those oak end tables between the chairs placed with coasters and poinsettia, big windows festooned with rosebud curtains, with authentic Rivoire and N. Scheneemann country paintings, family portraits, ceramic angels on shelves, and a Hamilton clock given to my grandpa after 25 years of service at Western Electric adornin’ the walls, and antique glass cabinets loaded with classic PEZ dispensers, ceramic eggs, Mr. Peanut toys, vases, and hand-crafted ornaments, with my grandma’s wedding dress beautifully tucked away in its own cabinet on the northeast side of the room. And, yep, gotta have your entertainment system. My grandparents love watchin’ crime investigation dramas on A&E and movies on Lifetime and USA, and my grandpa has an affinity for tape-recordin’ those movies on VHS with his beloved Quasar VHQ840 4 Head VHS Double Azimuth-Universal VCR/TV/Cable/DSS Remote box. He has libraries of films stored away in the closets!



My grandfather also has an enjoyed hobby of carpentry and hand-craftin’ in his shed workshop in the backyard. As a boy I remember him makin’ me birdhouses and an adorable tin man with a red heart worn on the outside that I hugged many nights before going to sleep that I still have tucked lovingly in my room, and a front porch lantern out of a bucket to attract moths and fireflies in the evenin’. Out there in his shed he has all kinds of tools, shippin’ docks full of ‘em, even a restricted section of them, plus a few small Briggs and Stratton Craftsman lawn mowers; an eighteen horsepower YTV/16 Varidrive with 3600 RPM, a GTV/18 Varidrive, a six-speed 44’’ eighteen horsepower Craftsman, and accessories to complement them. He also has his Yard Machines 4.5 horsepower 22” inch side discharge mulcher, his Craftsman 3.5 horsepower 25” vacuum, shredder and bagger, and a series of other hardware. Just now I got to see him workin’ on a new cabinet shelf, using his 10” compound miter saw to carve the wood to proper length and his Valuecraft Model 8180-4” by 6” disc and belt sander to smoothen it out. He’s also got a Delta 12 ½ by 6” planer, a SKIL 10” band saw, a power tool motor, his workshop is remarkable and magical here. It has a mingle-mangle of ideas and innovations. Standin’ with him in the workshop, he told me how he collects defunct lawn mowers and repairs the motors, re-furnishes them, and sells those Briggs and Stratton Varidrives. Keep in touch if you’re lookin’ for a fine lawn mower, he’s a no-haggle cavalier! He also re-builds old tractors!

Earlier we tried visitin’ the Trail of Tears historical museum, unfortunately it was closed for the holidays. Nevertheless we had a good drive along the scenic Mississippi River route, headin’ up to Route 177 on U.S 61 and takin’ it down seven miles east to Neely’s Landing, right on the foot of the Mississippi River basin. Just north of the state park on Route 177 is a Proctor and Gamble industrial complex, where my grandpa said he was a millwright when he moved to Missouri in 1983, after he had went to a union hall and got a union card and when cursed with cabin fever in February 1983 got a job for four months until layoffs were made and he rejected returnin’ once they blew over and the company rebounded. And so now, we headed into the state park and got to see all the winter scenery and lovely, serene Lake Boutin , my favorite Show-Me swimmin’ hole! Lickity-Split would be my favorite Show-Me waterslide!

So we didn’t get to experience the tour, but we still got just the adventure we needed! On the way back west on Route 177, we passed Hickory Hills Road, where my second cousins live up on the fourth house to the right. Jim, Debra, Jeremy, Chris, and Nathan Shank. It’s been quite a while since I’ve heard from the, and I still pray for Debra and the family after Debra’s car accident.



With my Aunt Helena, I sat down in my favorite maroon-chestnut rockin’ chair tunin’ into That 70’s Show and King of the Hill. Tonight I’m tunin’ in at 11:00 to catch America’s Party hosted by Ryan Seacrest. For those of you who have watched the program now later reading’ this very journal, my brother Larry and his best friend Colin may be featured on the program having won a VIP pass from my local alternative radio station from Fort Collins, 93.3 KTCL, to fly out to Las Vegas with other winners. Metallica, Ashanti, Keith Urban, Westside Connection, Hootie and the Blowfish, and Puddle of Mudd will perform and like Dick Clark’s Rockin’ New Year’s Rockin’ Eve 2004 they say will feature all kinds of entertainment. I’ll be lookin’ for you, brother! But for now, time for some ice cream! Prairie Farms ice cream!

9:00 P.M: Just tunin’ in now to Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve 2004, yep, the world’s oldest teenager’s annual tradition. Kicked it off with Avril Lavigne, the biggest movie and CD of 2003, and now Tim McGraw is singin’ “That’s Why God Made Mexico”. Beautiful. And wow, I’d hold it in nine hours to get Dick’s attention! Here, we’ve got Fleetwood Mac, Bon Jovi, lots of great artists, but now time to turn into America’s Party where part of my family is on the spot!

11:00 P.M: I’m at the edge of my seat hopin’ to catch Larry and Colin in Las Vegas in the American Wedding DVD bachelor party! And here’s the countdown! Five…four…three…two…one…HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! FELIZ NUEVO ANO! FELIZ NUEVO ANO, TODAS LAS PERSONAS!!! Smoothies for everyone!

Uggghhh, I’m really not enjoyin’ America’s Party, too much lewd, raunchy, crass entertainment and behavior! I wouldn’t be surprised if Larry and Colin were duckin’ for cover in the basement! Personally, I find the whole Paris Hilton Incorporated bonanza disgustin’. She’s like the real-life Billy Madison. The only part I’ve liked about this party is Hootie and the Blowfish performin’ a great cover of “The Goodbye Girl”. Everythin’ else is givin’ me a virtual hangover, so I’m goin’ to conserve my soberness, spray on the eye soap and call it a night forty-five minutes into 2004. Bound to be either a beautiful year with new freedom or a beautiful year that ends in incarceration, should Bush have his way…again. He is the greatest threat to world peace in my humble opinion and when he’s removed from office and another takes his place and gets a chance, hopefully another can rule with love rather than hate or vengeance and settle the disorder and dilemmas in this corrupted government and world with diplomacy and understanding rather than by blind rage and anger that passes the facts and people and puts the victim taken on by white hot hatred in an oubilette of ignorance. 2003 had a victory definitely with Saddam’s capture, who without doubt was a great terror, but it was all the troops who accomplished this feat and doesn’t change my personal opinion of Bush at all or of the war being a good idea, which I am against all war. Bush is a war criminal and the least humanist president ever. How can one possibly think or agree Bush is THE or one of the best presidents ever when he is the most secretive, lobbyist-governed U.S president of all time who is so ultra short-sighted he has no clue what’s goin’ on in the average Joe’s life or even his daughters’ lives is the big question I have. I can never trust an administration like that that is not open-door policy to the people and peoples’ liberties are at stake, peoples environments, peoples geography, peoples’ health, peoples’ freedoms. Even when it may seem all is quiet above, underground a large percentage of his initiatives and incentives are carried out, selling this nation in his own auction. If you thought my political poetry was robust in 2003, wait until this year, as I’m going to be mighty serious in-between my rainbow sharin’ and see to it a fresh new face is revealed hopefully! I pray for this!



Happy New Year, Happy New Year everybody!

Love,
Noah Eaton


"You'll find something that's enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don't receive you
You should turn yourself around and come back home" MB20

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**********Thursday, January 1, 2004*********

185 Skyline Drive



12:27 P.M: Ahhhh…the first day of 2004. Nothin’ like unsealing a fresh new year by getting’ up early to see the sun rise. The clouds are acceleratin’ in, so I may be enjoyin’ some January rain here! In Colorado you practically never get January rain, it’s either a second Gobi desert or a blizzard bluff. And I’m used to livin’ in this second Gobi desert, but I’m a puppy in love when I’m singin’ in the rain! Particularly because we’re part of the Mile High Club (in elevation, that is!) where there’s lil’ humidity and less oxygen and more atmospheric pressure! With low humidity, you get more cool air in the clouds, not warm enough to produce rain! Here, the country always feels like home when you have either the fresh-scented rain or amber sunshine, with Frosty occasionally comin’ out to play! Prancin’ poplars rockin’ out on the rollin’ meadows with the swayin’ hackberry trees, with the cardinals and rabbits all skimperin’ in the southland tureen! Livin’ on the front porch is like experiencin’ a nursery rhyme Lenten season year-round. Churnin’ the butter and tastin’ the wild berries and the sight of Arabian horses patterin’ in the distance are all natural joys to observe, remindin’ me of the saying, "Every day propound to yourself a rosary or chaplet of good works to present to God at night", a wise potpourri of words from Jer. Taylor. Just like the many fine quilters and crafters of the good land, let us assemble the beads together and make a heirloom out of the gifts. Yay, aunt Judy just came through the screen door of the sunroom! I just love her, she is one hip hippy chick! Momentarily I’m goin’ down to get to see her trailer, yay! (slips on sandals and rushes to the Big Green)

1:42 P.M: Here we are, 185 Skyline Drive, in lil’ Mulberry Acres! My Aunt Judy’s new bungalow! Truly I’ve always wanted to live in a trailer sometime before I start a family as it truly is cozy and serene! It’s inexpensive, you have plenty of company, and especially here it is not at all like a trailer park or vaudeville or shanty-town. But here in LOT-114 just off of the frontage road on I-55, I’ve discovered a third home, or second-and-a-half home, on this worldly Discovery Zone. Walkin’ into that front door, her home is truly a palace! Fuchsia carpets, blue oval rugs in each room used as doormats, a rose armchair and a comfortable couch beside it each with floral pillows, a livin’ room with this and a home entertainment system and on the mantle of it a Galileo thermometer, gold swans, a prayer of Jabez plaque and flowers, end tables decorated with vases, flowers, and candles, paintings of Laurie Korogadan and Doug Brega’s lighthouse photography hung all over the walls against floral and kitchen wallpaper, potpourri in every corner of the home, Harvey-Davidson mugs on her refrigerator, with a cute postcard of a bulldog on a hog saying, "Grab life by the throttle…and don’t look back." right on it, with other words of wisdom flooding the domain, from nursin’ prayers, a stone on her livin’ room end table sayin’ "Strive to learn, before you die, from what you run, and to, and why.", postcards on her bulletin board readin’ "Believe, dream, will, and put it in the hands of God." and "Hold an image of the life you want, and that image will become fact." even a lovely bedstool that says, "All things grow with love". She has plenty of windows that bring plenty of sunlight in, framed in lace and autumn leaf curtains, buttoned with lights, latticed kitchen mirrors beside the table and the appliance island, and a nearby flat roof that makes the sound of rain tappin’ the tin roof comfortin’. Just like a metal box that’s Alladin’s palace on the inside.



There on the west side of her manor, she has her own craft attic where she runs her business, "Jewlz by Judy". "Jewlz By Judy" is her own private custom and ready to wear jewelry hut (for scintillatin’, phantasmagorical jewelry, call (573) 243-9343). She also has a friend who writes marvelous poetry who’s in the antique business, wih my favorite, "Overheard on a Salt Marsh" hung on her workshop’s north side wall. She makes jewelry, dream catchers, wind chimes, all sorts of precious collectables.

After admirin’ her sanctuary beyond the curb, we sat down in her livin’ room and Judy told us about her experiences on Tangier Island just off of Chesapeake Bay (she has a map on her livin’ room wall), a 45-minute boat ride from the Virginia peninsula, and all the fishermen there who fish and do crabbing and oyster food preparation, and all the drudgers and brogans and nippers with English that speak unusual words as well. She also has her beloved Holly with her, a half-poodle, half-Chihuahua (I love to call her a poohuahua! ) who has micro-valve perlapse sadly but still is an active lovin’ and friendly companion! She is very smart. Judy would say, "Awww, let me see your belly!" and she’d roll over on her back. Say "Say pretty!" and she’ll stand up. Declare "Talk to me!" and she’ll leech her lil’ head out and bark! Ask her "Need some water, you want some water?" and she’ll answer by tip-toeing over to her water dish and drink to say "No" or make a little moan for "Yes". And then, there’s my absolute favorite trick: announce "Is it time for a treat?" and she’ll delightedly fan her ears like the propeller of Jay-Jay the jet plane on a spring day, or me when the sparrows are singin’ outside, and gets a treat happily! Then you say "You’re a good baby!" and she’ll lie in your lap!

With Holly bringin’ me and everyone best friendship, Judy then pulled out her CD-scrapbooks from under the Daewob in the cabinet, showin’ us all her favorites from Stevie Ray Vaughn to Eric Clapton to Jewel to B.B King to Woodstock to the Lilith Festival to Styx and Aerosmith, and put in her CD player what was currently her favorite artist: Tony Joe White. Immediately I got hooked on his guitar style and his mysterious Tom Waitsesque voice, in selections from his album "The Beginning" like "Rich Woman Blues", "More Of This Than That" and "Clovis Green". I’ve got to get his album, he’s a future star in the makin’! It was truly a pleasure to get to feel like home in Judy’s home. I have an affinity for gettin’ to see the homes of my loved ones and friends, as I believe they get you to know a person so much better, and their tradin’ of spaces all is symbolic of the caretaker or decorator! Though Paige Davis may be the #1 syndicated decorating master, YOU are YOUR own best interior designer!



Bye-bye, 185 Skyline Drive! The Frontage Road can truly be the back road adventurous experience, aside from the high-octane circuit. Next to Mulberry Acres on the I-55 Outer Road north is Concrete Castings, a concrete and ceramic statue and garden-décor boutique. They have a few camels that roam free on the acres there, as the llamas, horses, and goats do on Clarence’s family farm, a good Missourian friend of mine.

3:00 P.M: Word association can be quite a gaucherie! When you have to blurt above all blurtifiers that ever blurtified, that is! Me and my family brought along Blurt! to challenge our motor and reaction speed skills to the test! Blah, I’m not a very good blurter! Though I am seen as highly intelligent to my loved ones, I am not Quick Draw McGraw. In fact, I think my palm’s license has expired! Aw well, I love to see my family all best me, yay, those slap-action cats!

My grandmother is busy preparin’ her New Years Day supper tradition of ham, beans, and cornbread. She told me there’s a sayin’ if you eat this each New Year, you won’t get hungry the rest of the year. Though I doubt it, LOL, it’s a delicious meal nevertheless! Bein’ a New Years party-pooper in public, I’m relishin’ the Monk marathon on USA. That’s right! “Who’s the obsessive compulsive detective that’s a total mess with all his ticks? Monk! (You’re damn right!) Who’s the man who has to wipe after shakin’ hands? Monk! (Can you dig it?) Who’s the cat who solves the crime when the cops don’t have the time? Monk! They say this Monk is afraid of germs! (Wipe your mouth!) I’m talkin’ about Monk, baby! (We can dig it!) He’s a complicated man but no one understands him but his nurse! LOL! Couldn’t resist! Tony Shalhoub is one suave superfly, with just, um, a thousand small phobias or so! He vacuums in a grid and is afraid of walkin’ on diagonal carpets or tiles, likes his haircut measured at exactly a certain inch, he doesn’t like makin’ left turns or seeing right turns turnin’ or yieldin’, likes his buttons cross-stitched, and likes to start at one when countin’, working’ up numerals. My favorite episode has got to be the plane one, where Monk investigates a murderer on a commerical flight but his phobias of flying get him in trouble with the flight attendant. My favorite part is when a lil’ girl sittin’ in front of him gives him a riddle, "Pete and Repeat are in a boat. Pete falls out, who’s left?" and answering, "Repeat!", she says the same riddle over and over again, pushin’ him to the poin the was about to cry or bail and with a look of defeat, he turns his head to an extension cord salesman sittin’ beside him who whispers "It’s repeat!" and Monk responds silently, "Thank you!" LOL! One of my favorite shows in years, you must tune in if you haven’t already!



Time to rest my angel head on a luxurious feather bed, OK, the floor in the livin’ room in a big orange sleepin’ bag! Aw well, it’s still a bed to me, yay! Buenas noches!

Love,
Noah Eaton



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**********Friday, January 2, 2004**********



Honky-Tonk Til' You Drop

Wow, how I covered 61 pages already? God, guess I don’t know my own right wrist! Can we get properly acquainted, Twisty? Soon enough perhaps this relentless spiel of subconscious farrago can get published, on my watch it’ll surely never earn a Caldecott honor but a simple high-five suthern style will suffice! But what do I know? There’ll be Tasha Tudor mornings, Veneer afternoons and Z. Riles evenings. All I need is that Brookstone wireless transmitter to let me decide the day!

61.2 degrees currently, at 93% humidity, 58 degree dewpoint, south winds at 15 miles an hour, barometer at 30.03 inches, visibility 5 miles, ceiling 500 feet, with already .31 inches of precipitation through one day into the new year. It’s a bit too cloudy to be an en brochette type of day, but it is a gorgeous cloudy day, that kind of cloudy day that don’t topple a smile cattywampus. Perched on the front porch, lookin’ out, I see Grandpa’s sheds, his cardinal birdfeeder, the marble gavel, a stone birdbath swarmin’ with cardinals and finches, the old Mary concrete statue standin’ out in the middle of the lawn in a flowerbed, in front of the propane tank that keeps this home warm, sleeping blackberry, potato, and corn plants and bushes patiently awaitin’ Groundhog Day, spruces and cedars and oaks all about, a simonizin’ collage indeed. With a high expected at 72 today, it is undoubtedly a teaser for another lush spring ahead, a preconceived matinee. The southland in the springtime is unarguably in my heart heaven on Earth, but even with the trees bare of their chartreuse and emerald dresses and the EXL ceiling fans off, it is the closest to spring this winter day can get. I’ll sure miss this beautiful second home when I go home tomorrow, and I can’t help but feel a bit sad inside, but again I live in my eternal Advent and know in time I’ll be comin’ on back, again and again!

Yay, we’re givin’ the Trail of Tears state park another go today! This time, there’s no stoppin’ us! Nuh-uh, no way, no how! Despite Mark Twain’s boyhood storybook vision of the Big Money ruther a fantasy now, some of is unadulterated beauty lives on, immortal as the Cherokee cry in my heart, which will forever resonate across this nation its heartwrenchin’ but resurrectin’ spirit song, as the Cherokee will forever be Ani Yunwiya, the Principle People of this land!

Ever since I was a boy, I have endured the darkness and grief felt by my ancestors of the Cherokee community from the stories I have read. Of how my people used to live an undisturbed lifestyle in the Great Smoky Mountains of Tennessee, the Carolinas and Georgia, who their tribes always had one white chief for peace and one red chief for war all before the mid-17th century, when after Hernando De Soto charted the Cherokee towns in the Appalachians in 1540, the Louisiana Purchase ratification about three hundred years later would eventually force over 18,000 Cherokees to move west across the Mississippi with Sequoyah tryin’ to get them safe and sound on their Trail of Tears to Oklahoma, with 1,600 fallin’ from starvation and chlora and other diseases along the way in summer and autumn of 1838. Hearin’ the echoes of their tragic and agonizin’ stories, from the Georgia lottery of their land to the wods of Winfield Scott sayin’ "Spare me, I beseech you…the horror of witnessing the destruction of the Cherokees." to the journals of Dr. C Lilybridge, Lieutenant Edward Deas and Mrs. Rebecca Neugin, all expressin’ the cry of protest and compassion for my Cherokee people, to the saddening loss of Princess Otahki when she sacrificed her only blanket, and her life, to save the life of a lil’ Cherokee girl! I’m just blessed that the Cherokee spirit lives on even if still oppressed and ostracized! I am Cherokee and am proud to be Cherokee, one of the Ani Yunwiya!



Trail of Tears State Park, just like all the Mississippi river basin, floods with natural scenery! We’re takin’ the scenic route this time around, down Route W from Route 177 south, down to Route V, and east there to the state park. Passin’ through the small town of Oriole, there’s luscious deciduous foliage shawlin’ the hills, a salmon blaze, with the cloud cover rustin’ the sepia-toned earth. Lil’ creekbeds and ditches splurtin’ like summer garden hoses back and forth, slip-n-slides for dragonflies and Kentucky warblers, all Mother Nature’s sacred all-season water park. Should’ve I been a cowboy?

Yay, it’s open! Nothin’ like a walk through the Vancill Hollow Natural Area or the Indian Creek wild area, flourishin’ with an extended family of river birch, eastern red cedar, possum haw, hazel alder, box elder and slippery elms, watercolored with honey locust, cucumber magnolias, purple trilliums and white wake robins, and high on the branches in the canopy, ovenbirds and Baltimore orioles cry “hew-lee!”. Whether now in the heart of winter where the Mississippi kites glide above a covered soil of dead leaves, opossum jaws, turkey beards, clam shells, beaver incisors and deer molars, in autumn when wild turkeys roam eagerly and carefree among trails jeweled with sweet gum seed, sumac berries, walnut husks and acorns, or in a full-bloom spring and summer with red-eared sliders jumpin’ and surfin’ in the big drink, black ducks quackin’ within the hickory wilderness, and toads hopscotchin’ over the shelf mushrooms and between the wild grape vines, and the evening bades welcome to an Eucharist of gypsy moths! Whether to the west or to the east, in the old growth or out on the prairie, over the river bluffs or under the forest ceiling, the Mississippi is like no place else, it is every pioneer and Mark Twain martyr’s home and indisputable territory!

In honor of my family’s heritage, I need say but one universally valuable word: Peewah. It is translated as “Come follow in this direction”, so I invite you to come along with me, we can sing “Kum-Ba-Yah” and roast some smores and I’ll let you wear the red, white, and blue bandanna! It’s a free world, my friend!

4:35 P.M: Being the only exception to my "all sandals, all the time" rule on this vacation, I’m slippin’ on my boots to prepare for a traditional grand finale to our vacations together; catfish dinner down at the Hideaway then cruisin’ over to the Lil Ol’ Opry, a honky-tonk just out of town where every Saturday night it’s happenin’! Except it’s Friday night, and Lil’ Ol’ Opry is only open on Saturdays, so this calls for a substitute honky-tonk. So we’re workin’ everythin’ out by goin’ to American Legions, where they turn their post into a public honky-tonk every Friday night in the Cape Giradeau area in downtown Jackson. Heck yeah, time to boot-scootin’ boogie!



Just a while ago, I saw the end of "Blast From the Past", an adorable movie I love so much, and the former half of "Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery" on the small kitchen telly, while enjoyin’ this Ronnoco cappuccino, fresh from the D-Mart. Selected globally…roasted locally…no way like that! God, is it really 65 degrees right now? I think I’m guilty for committin’ early spring vacation fraud!

Down U.S 61, the Grandmother Road, we go, but we’ll be takin’ a lil’ shortcut this time to the western edge of town, through Route D, down to Broadridge Drive by their junior high school, and south on West Drive down to Jackson Blvd at Route 34 and Route 72, where we take Route 72 across to Route 51, take Route 51 south to Route A, and west on there aways is the Hideaway, a rural restaurant favorite which used to be Denman’s Grocery but became the pride of Marquand, Missouri. I always love ordenin’ the grilled catfish there, some of my favorite catch of the day in the whole world, and takin’ three packages of lemon juice to kick in the juices. My grandpa has all kinds of friends who come in here, like Cowboy Kenny, who constructed the concrete walkway around the sides of his house. He said on Route 51 at Junction Route K, and down to Route M, he has a concrete business there. Yay, an appetizer of cole slaw and hush puppies, yay! Mmmmm, that’s my kind of catfish! Reelin’ in the big fish alright! Now onto American Legions Post 158 for the Friday dance party!

6:55 P.M: American Legions Post 158, in service since 1919, when the first commander took order in this town and post. Here our beloved soldiers and those in service of our forces are praised and our veterans are gifted with honor and pride as every soldier should! One commander of this post, Norman H. Sebastain, who was commander in 1996, sadly died recently at a local hospital where my aunt Judy nurses at and I asked her by telephone to offer my adoration to him in honor! Every year I go out to visit, I go with my  grandmother and Aunt Helena to make adorations to sick and ailing patients at the Southeast Missouri Hospital in Cape Giradeau. I also make adorations for children and the elderly at the Catholic Community Center in Colorado, as I believe every brother and sister needs faith healing to complement the guardian angels that watch over them. It makes me happy to see them smile when lovin’ comfort finds its way to their hearts.

Unfortunately, I didn’t get to dance once! I absolutely love country music but it truly can make me cry ever so often as so many songs represent love that lasts forever or heartbreak and not havin’ a girl’s hand to hold can’t help but make me tear up, as though I’m still in the heartbreak category. And with no one wantin’ to even let me participate in their chair dance, I just went up to Table 2 to study the steel guitar and Wade’s lead electric guitar. Guess with God bein’ the chief executive of the National Honky-Tonk Bar Association, he makes 7/8 of His children dancers and the remaining eighth the musicians who make the honky-tonk rhythm. Perhaps I am undeniably among that 1/8 minority whose mission is to make the dancers’ heels’ swing and bring lovers and strangers together and in reward some girl will be seduced by my charm and I will win her heart! That thought makes me feel better as good things come to those who wait in this Grand Advent, though I still wish someone would a least dance with me!



I just love the twang of steel guitar! I don’t intend to put that in all my songs but definitely get it in there in a handful of songs and make it family with the guitars, various percussion, bass, mandolins, sitars, fiddles, and mariachi instruments to name a few. I want to create a diverse palette of sounds that don’t sound alike to one another. Nelly Furtado has a good example of that in her new album "Folklore", like in "Powerless (Say What You Want)". I just love her and her music, even her looks are very unique but very natural. She’s got the banjo, the mandolin, and guitar all mixed in there, beautiful.

This marks about the end of this excitin’ adventure! Nevertheless returnin’ home tomorrow morning will birth the beginnin’ of many more adventures. Next time we come out during a summer, we’re headin’ out to Graceland (yep, ol’ Memphis, Tennessee!) and also we’re headin’ to New York next Christmas and Costa Rica sometime soon! Yay, more expeditions, yay!

I miss all my Passions friends so much, love you all, and I love you family and grandma and grandpa! I love you Aunt Judy and Helena! I love you Holly! I love you Jim Barks! I love you Mississippi River! I love you 100.7 KGMO, mince meat pie and Gemmy hamsters!

Time to retire and rise and shine like a baby rooster, yay!

Love,
Noah Eaton


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But if the bright lights don't receive you
You should turn yourself around and come back home" MB20

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**********Saturday, January 3, 2004**********

Flippin’ The Dial Twang Style!

9:20 A.M: Slowly, after huggin’ my grandparents and aunts au revoir, I watch the vision of them in the rear-view mirror of our mint Dodge Grand Caravan SE shrink, which for a moment always makes me cry just a little feelin’ like movin’ away from home! Guess that naturally happens when you love someone too much!

Wonder what I’ll do once I get back for these one and a half weeks of winter break I have remainin’! Maybe learn to play those "twang" riffs from Wade’s guitar, maybe begin Bob Ross paintings. I’ll figure it out soon enough! I’m just jugglin’ between 100.7 KGMO and 103.3 KLOU, an oldies station! Missouri sure loves REO Speedwagon and Styx. The Chicago influence resistance is futile!

U.S 61, the Grandmother Road, and Interstate 55, her Grandson, offer me so many familiar sights, from Perryville, St. Genevieve, New Madrid, St. Louis, all the way north to the Missouri River and all the way south to the Louisiana bayous. 9:57 I was in Perryville, 10:06 across the St. Genevieve county line, now at 11:05 back in St. Louis, and once again I smell that eucalyptus again from my boyhood, lookin’ through perma-glass sunglasses at all the interstate chronicles. Now crossin’ the Missouri River one of two times along Interstate 70 at 11:10, I see the ripples extend over the heartland, from St. Charles to O’Fallon at 11:18 A.M, where T.R Hughes’ famous ballpark is, to the calm of Lake Saint Louis and its water tower, to Wentzville at 11:25 where the original Yaba’s Deli Pizza thrives.

I just put it in the first audio cassette tape of Mitch Album’s "The Five People You Meet In Heaven", who also wrote the brilliant "Tuesdays With Morrie", a new New York Times best-seller. I heard it is absolutely wonderful! Wonderful audio to complement film-strips of Peterbilt and J. Hunt truck escapades, yellow-tiled signs that read like magnetic poetry along the highway, statuaries, and sleepy marshes. Let’s give it a listen!

12:32 P.M: Heh-heh, there ain’t no country cookin’ and shoppin’ like Cracker Barrel. I have loved this place forever with the good eatins, all the beautiful crafts and nostalgic gifts like the giant checkerboard, the John Deere merchandise bonanza, collectable country dolls for each month of the year, classic radio favorites on cassette, ceramic roosters, classic toy favorites like Wooly Willy, and old ads and crafts all over the walls like Royal Crown cola, Clabber Girl baking powder, Green River soda, KOOL cigars and Economy pretzels. Here at the Columbia location, we got a table near the entrance of the restaurant, with a cute quilted colorful bear robe hung on the wall with a Raggedy Ann and Andy one hung beside it to the right. I got me a spicy grilled catfish dinner with steak fries, turnip greens, and Vidalia sweet onion rings. I also polished it down with a caramel milkshake, and got some Sour Gummi Worms for the road, yay! Cracker Barrel always feels like the second kitchen to me!



1:30 P.M: Already "The Five People You Meet In Heaven" is deeply touchin’ my heart and makin’ me cry, gettin’ off the Columbia exit 128A U.S 63 from Jefferson City to Moberly. I’m not goin’ to spoil the fun for those of you who want to read it and haven’t done so yet but the first person Eddie meets brought me to tears, who Eddie is the main character who dies at age 83 tryin’ to save a little girl from an amusement park cart accident at Ruby Pier, feelin’ her hands before wakin’ in heaven, unsure if he had saved her or not and discovering his life better from five different people that revolved in his life for him. I already feel this book can affect my life so very much in my thoughts of God and how meaningful every special persons life is and how we touch people intangibly without being aware of how we did it.



As I keep listenin’ to this heartfelt jewel of fiction, I continue to fall in love with the Missouri I have known and loved. Loveall RV’s, Hitchhiker’s blazin’ down the left lanes, Ozarkland with all its traditional spirit, from moccasins to Arkansas toothpicks to fireworks to fine leather and their famous walnut bowls, the lush green surroundin’ Lamine River, all the many miracle miles leadin’ back to Kansas City.

Now I shall lie back for a while and enjoy this charming story!

3:25 P.M: Just crossed over the Kansas state line. Crossin’ the Missouri state line is always the second of two times that make me tear up a little every trip. But I have a whole other reason to cry right now; the story only touches my heart more and more each person Eddie meets and lesson he learns from each person! From childhood to the horrors of war to his relationship to his father, a crescendo of emotion fills Mitch’s poetic words and I feel now I struggle to stop the flowing of tears. I now know three of the people he meets and the three lessons collected from them. By about 4:10 we’ll make it to Topeka I imagine, and I’ll identify the fourth person and the lesson by then. Did he save the girl, I won’t tell you, you’ll have to find out yourself!

5:31 P.M: (tears flooding my cheeks) Just finished the most beautiful fiction I’ve read in years. In my loudest tone from the bottom of my heart, even through the fiercest of intermingled tears of applause and emotion, I MUST recommend it to everyone! The ending is the most beautiful ending I have ever read, and I have to say the fourth and fifth people seriously touch me he most (I can’t give them away, but you’ll undoubtedly cry too when you find out!) Even the atmosphere is so heartfelt, from the scenery all about Ruby Pier, from the Dipsy-Doodle to the lollipop swings to the Tunnel of Love to the stardust bandshell, to the spires and turrets stretchin’ up to the heavens, to how his Ruby Pier changed over the years from the pennywhistle arcade music to rock music and how it changed Eddie too and his love Margareet, everythin’ is something I can feel ever so closely. I feel like I MUST be the director of the movie adapted on this classic, it is the movie I am born to create, or at least I MUST write the original song for the motion picture soundtrack and also write the music video concept for it. Other songs that should be put in the soundtrack if made into a movie? I thought of Five For Fighting’s "100 Years" just now, which has become one of my favorite songs recently and makes me cry listenin’ to it too! PLEASE read "The Five People You Meet In Heaven", I guarantee it’ll pluck your heartstrings!

After the great flood of tears, I need to listen to some good ol’ rock and roll to loosen me up again. We just passed through Abiliene at 5:31 and crossin’ onto Saline County at 5:38. Abilene, Salina, it is so great to see the both of you again! Miss you too!



6:42 P.M: Passin’ Russell by again, and we’re flippin’ the dial between a few great stations: 94.9 KISS, 96.9, a classic rock station, and KBTL, another rock favorite station. Wichita, you rock! The Doors, Rush, The Beatles, that’s the stuff!

Shortly we’ll be stoppin’ in Hays for dinner, once more at McDonalds. OK, just this once again until next year, hehehe! We just turned the dial to their local public broadcasting station, playin’ some great cajun music live from the Fitzgerald Theatre. Wow, they said I can find more on http://www.landsend.com  . I better check it out once I get home! It’s about another four and a half hours from here!

8:03 P.M: Back on the road again! Even after McDonalds twice in one week, I’m still fit as a fiddle, I’ll tell you wut! From here on, with the darkness, I probably won’t write much, but we are expected to go through some winter conditions once we cross through Limon or so so…bring it on! Hehehe, I love it when Frosty the Snowman comes out to play, although he can be mischievous when he ices up the roads! That’s OK, I love you no matter what, Frosty, yay!

(Around 10:30 P.M) By god, just gettin’ out of Deer Trail, the storm is really beginnin’ to take off. Feels like with all the flurries swarmin’ at our windshield we’re travellin’ light speed through space on purgatory like in Star Wars. Activate…Ludicrous Speed! LOL! How did Spaceballs get in my head? I sure love Barf in that movie, I’ll give you that, John Candy is one of my favorite comedians!

Wow, hardly can see anything! But we’re makin’ it safe and sound through this white hole anyhow! Come in, come in, your landing gear is down, but your wheels got the greased lightnin’!

A few hours ago, we started listenin’ to Mary Higgins Clark’s "On The Street That You Live", though just now I lost attention concentratin’ on the winter journey! I have a hunch who the killer is though, hehehe! Here come some plows now to take care of business! Yay, Mr. Plow wins again!

11:15 P.M: We’ve made it back to Denver, hooray! Well, it’s time to call closure to this adventure, but this will certainly be a keeper I’ll never forgotten and I hope entertained some others who will read it tomorrow or so! Any artist or dreamer can bear a lazy man’s load and I feel I have lifted all the heartland home with me, or ran a manege this past week. Well I sure ran a manege alright, one of dreams, visions, and All-American twang! It’s gotta have that twang to it, so give me that thang!



Even every blind hog finds an acorn now and then, as scarce as hen’s teeth but is exactly what makes one unique and the melodies one composes. We all have an accent, twang, or pitch in our inner-voice, and you have just identified some of mine. What’s yer thang? (raggedy ann and andy hugs for all)

Love,
Noah Eaton



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But if the bright lights don't receive you
You should turn yourself around and come back home" MB20
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Noah, it was wonderful seeing Salina mentioned.  So many do not realize that our little area of the world is so widely traveled East to West, and how much we have to offer everyone.  I'm glad you had a wonderful vacation!
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Noah, this is very interesting. I'm glad that you had such a wonderful vacation.
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Well, interesting journal, even though the sheer amount of images tends to lock up this dialup user. 30 images on page 4. I tried to be patient, but around image 15, I decided to simply use the STOP button on my IE toolbar, as the bandwidth load was keeping any other web application from running, not to mention the drawing of comment panes. I would like to read this journal from beginning to the current entry, but this slow 45.3 kb/s connection just can't handle the linked graphic loads. Nothing personal, but you've lost this reader.
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I loved the way you described the whole trip. it was like I went on it with you. And The Great Smokies, Blue Ridge Parkway and Skyline drive are very beuatiful. I have been on all 3 a lot in my life.

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*********Thursday, January 29, 2004*********

Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On...And I Mean LOTS Of It!

Wow! It has been quite a while since I've updated here! For those of you who have been tilting at the edge of your seat thinking "Aw, c'mon Noah, you're killin' me here, say something!" I apologize, as I have been getting adjusted to my schedule first so I feel comfortable now and am used to it! The captain is back in his crows nest!

Yesterday marked the first anniversary of my favorite memory from 2003; the Shakira concert at the Pepsi Center with my friend Ms. Doyle (Paloma de Paz) who was my former Spanish teacher from Denver Academy. Sometimes looking back on beautiful past memories can make you feel emotional, especially when you memorize them so well. Turning my head I can envision the whole day, January 28, 2003, like a holographic animation. Seeing Shakira, my idol, was phosphorescent, but even more resplendant was getting to share the experience with a friend. Last night I literally cried remembering it all while listening to "Laundry Service", with a smile on my face being lullabied to "Que Me Quedes Tu". Paloma de Paz, if you're reading this, I am forever blessed with your friendship and you truly bring peace to many hearts, God Bless You!

I remember her picking me up around 4:30 at my house, and then giving her directions to the Pepsi Center down the interstate in Espanol, "Izquierda, Derecha, Izquierda, Derecha!" It was quite a warm January evening, it got up to about 60 that day, and it was still incredibly mild outside. And all around bright orange, amber, and pink hues flashed about the skies! Felt like a big bubblegum sorbet! Before the concert at 7:30 we went over to the Denver Pavillions and ate at Sevilla's on the third floor, an absolutely captivating, ambrosial Spanish restaurant and salsa club. We spoke between English and Spanish on and on about Shakira, poetry, and proverbos en Espanol projected on the walls. Then we had some delicious Ceviche as an appetizer before enjoying some absolutely delicious Paella Clásica Sevilla, with all that saffron, chorizo sausage, and manzanilla olives with mussels, clams, chicken, the works. Sevilla's has got to be my favorite non-Oriental restaurant forever, probably a very praised #2 on my list. I really should go back for the Mariachi Happy Hour, Miami Nights or for Free Salsa Lessons. I've always been in love with the Latin culture and would love to dance Latin. Hey, I can be the next Carlos Gardel, the Nuevo Zorzal Criollo!  

"Si supieras,
que aun dentro de mi alma,
conservo aquel cariño
que tuve para ti...
Quien sabe si supieras
que nunca te he olvidado,
volviendo a tu pasado
te acordaras de mi..."


Hehehe, the Latin music truly is an aphrodisiac to me! Me and Ms. Doyle then had...the Obsesion de Chocolate!

Dun-dun-dun!

Ahhhhhhhhh!

LOL! No, it's alright, no harm there, but it truly was one of the most delicious cakes I ever tasted! Now how about that Banana Acaramelada, that sure must be one hot mama of a dessert, you're next to dance!

Once we enjoyed a wonderful meal, we stepped out to the RTD Light Rail and took it down 16th Street to where we parked, and then rode off down to the Pepsi Center. Immediately getting in, I made sure I got my Shakira T-shirt (the very one I proudly wear in my semi-gloss Passions picture!) another one for collecting and my Shakira tourbook. We went up the escalator shortly after, as I put on my official Shakira merchandise to the third floor, where our seats were: Section 323, Row 2, Seats 21 and 22, which I paid a proud $78 for in this grand Tour de la Mongosta experience.

It was rather high up, but I brought along my pair of mini-binoculars so we can see the opening act, Pay The Girl. First, at 7:30, Pay The Girl took the stage, a new rock act based in Cincinatti, Ohio, who got their name when hanging out at a local diner in Athens, Ohio, and they wished to have enough money to pay for tuition and still have some left to party, and there when the waitress came to them with the bill their initial reaction was to look at each other and say "Go ahead, pay the girl!"

Jason Phelps, the lead-singer of the band, kicked off a set of six powerful rockers from their release of their self-titled debut album. The band has a striking resemblance to Bon Jovi and Live with a mix of radio-friendly and heavy rock, with matchbox twenty-esque lyrical soul. They opened with three heavy-rock ballads, including "Traded" and "All You Are", followed by "Junkie", a lament about emotions during the most difficult times, "Beverly", a bittersweet radio-friendly rocker about first love which would sound great as their second single, and they closed the set with their first single, "Freeze".

After their performance, they said fans can see them in Section 102, which I went to and shook hands with the band members. They were awesome, I acually got their album when it came out that March, great blend of rock!

After a half-hour break, Shakira finally began to shake up the crowd. The stage was covered with a red and yellow curtain featuring the mongoose on the left side and the cobra on the right, resembling the "Tour of the Mongoose", which from beginning to end of her performance the message of peace was delivered.

Finally, the lights dimmed and the curtains glared red, with the mongoose and cobra each shining a bright silver as the classic rock hit "Welcome to the Jungle" played loud. As the song came to a closure, the curtains opened up, and Shakira’s nine-piece band began a rock introduction, then, Shakira finally ran onto stage with fire bursting from both sides of her on the stage and began her seductive belly-dance to Ojos Asi, her Arabic-flavored rocker, beginning with a solo dance then entering right into the lyrics, lengthening the song from its original duration with her belly-dancing.

The rocker was followed by another Latin rocker, Si Te Vas, which Shakira encouraged much audience participation in singing on. Then, she grabbed an electric guitar and strummed along to her power ballad "Fool", following that performance up with the salsa-flavored Ciega Sordomuda, one of her three career #1 hits.

Afterward, she stopped to welcome everyone to the Tour of the Mongoose and encouraged everyone to have peace and to hug your loved ones and in the meantime also have fun. She then stepped down from the balcony and leaped right into Rules, followed by Estoy Aqui, which she had everyone singing along the chorus too. Next, she started up her new single, The One, which had many of her fans singing along also. The television screen then featured an inspirational quote by Jimi Hendrix, "When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace"

Once again, she grabbed a guitar, only this time an acoustic one, and stopped to say "Some of you may not know this one, but this is off of Donde Estan Los Ladrones and hope you all like it" and played Inevitable, with a powerful hard-rock ending.

All a sudden another inspirational quote appeared, and the floor began to light up with color, as Shakira appeared performing a drum solo for a minute then climbing down from the drum-set shouting "Are you ready for more, ARE YOU READY FOR MORE?" and more fire burst from the side of the stage and she began her disco-romp Ready For The Good Times, which she both sang along to and also shouted to the audience “Are you ready for the good times?” and had everyone repeating the chorus. After the melodious dance-club ballad, she soared into another ballad, Underneath Your Clothes, in the acoustic version.

Then, the lights all went out, and on the television screen, a movie clip appeared featuring people in the E.R leaning over a bed watching the heartbeat monitor and praying that whatever was there would live, and after the heartbeat disappeared, after a break of silence, it came on again and the bold big red letters “Rock and Roll Will Never Die” appeared and fire exploded on the stage and Shakira ran out to cover Aerosmith’s “Dude Looks Like A Lady”, where she performed an impressive John Popper-esque harmonica solo before cruising in bellowing “What a funky lady…” Following that cover was a cover of AC/DC’s “Back To Black” which had Shakira up to her best belly-dancing of the evening and sliding her legs over the balcony poles and kneeling to the floor on her hands and knees with her slow sensual dancing until closing up the rocker, featuring the neon lights shining behind her.

After two exciting covers, she got back to her basics and stormed up Octavo Dia, where the television screen began showing a clip of George W. Bush and Saddam Hussein playing a game of chess in black and white and Shakira began her Grammy-winning political masterpiece “Octavo Dia”, an urgent cry for world peace. Toward the end of the song, Shakira stopped as the band kept playing and said “I’ll tell you something, I don’t like to sing about politics. I like to sing about something much more important. I like to sing about love, and love is lacking in our leaders, and our leaders are lacking love! So give peace a chance!” and then skipped around on stage as the band had a long hard-rock conclusion with the video clip revealing Bush and Hussein as puppets dradled by the Grim Reaper and showed scenes of starving children and homeless while the two world leaders placed oil rigs, tanks, guns, and factories on the chess board, and the song slowly came to a mellow close with a dove against a black-and-white radio screen slowly soaring, then turning into many doves in neon as her dread-locked keyboardist immediately rose to the stage to assist in vocals with Shakira on the reggae-flavored “Un Poco De Amor” which he lent the reggae vocals in English and Shakira the rest in Spanish with the doves turning into many symbols on the screen and by the songs closure the symbols turned into smiles and into hearts to represent love.

Next, red and white lights flashed upon Shakira as she began her rocker “Poem To A Horse”, a song about drugs ruining anyones life and emotions. After another explosive rocker, Shakira toned down the audience with the soft, sonorous love ballad “Tu” with the keyboardist on piano, then closing up the set with an exciting performance of Objection, with her crawling on her hands and knees and staring into the camera lens against the beat of the drums until finally crooning the rocker. She then said “You all are wonderful, rock on Denver, have a wonderful night!” and her and her band disappeared but then Shakira rose up from beneath the stage with a chandelier on her head and began another dance until beginning the exciting encore of Whenever, Wherever, with Shakira beginning with more lovely belly-dancing then beginning to sing along with the whole audience singing the chorus with her. By the songs explosive finish, she stood on the ladder platform and rose high above the audience pointing to everyone in the audience “Now it’s your turn!” and from each section everyone singing the chorus” until finally she got everyone and the ladder took her back down onto the stage, continuing to dance and sing the song then leaping up into the air onto the floor and fire and sparks going off from the left side of the stage to the right side of the stage and finally she said “You all have a good night, and remember, whenever, wherever, we’re meant to be together! Peace everyone!” and bowed and jumped down into a trapdoor as final fireworks went off and confetti filled the whole auditorium as her band continued to rock for two more minutes with the black-and-white clip of the mongoose and the cobra on the screen and the second the mongoose attacked its neck exploded on the final guitar riff with the message "Bite the head off of hatred" filling the screen. then they bowed and left the stage.

That was most beautiful! Shakira is by far the one person I would dream to have dinner with some night out of any celebrity. Ms. Doyle was literally baptized by that evening and now I have turned her into an all shook-up Shakira maniac! LOL! I have done my job, I have taken over Denver Academy with Latin fever! Call it Sangriaenza!

This will be one memory I will never forget! What was your favorite memory of 2003? Please feel free to share, I love stories and believe everyone has a scintillating one to share!

Buenas noches, todos los amigos de mi! Adios para ahora!

Love,
Noah Eaton



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But if the bright lights don't receive you
You should turn yourself around and come back home" MB20

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*********Sunday, February 22, 2004*********

Confessions Of A Pepper Bar Drama Commodore

Alright, it’s about time I got some more flagstone embedded here! Over three weeks on hiatus here is just much too long, just been having a lot of responsibilities behind the scenes to take care of. Essay-writing for instance, something I’m not quite thrilled about, but there’s no time to shellac Michel Eyquem de Montaigne now. So many more lighter things to talk about have evolved, so let’s take it from the maraschino cherry!

First of all, it just so happens I’ll be moving to Portland, Oregon THIS summer. It appears my dad, who has worked at Avery Dennison for sixteen years, has had some rough disputes with his colleagues and is stepping down from his métier in pursuit of a vocation that so much better represents him, something with more flexibility, right on target with his bailiwick. Well, they say , “What is good for the swarm is not good for the bee." so I can reason with the frustration of being a mason bee living under the queen’s enforcement. I also recognize it is said, "The diligence of the hive produces the wealth of honey.", but that is just nature’s way, as Steve Irwin puts it.

Say, speaking of Steve Irwin, it is a shame he mindlessly put his son at risk in the crocodile’s terri-tur-ree! I still love Steve Irwin and his show, but I think he should think hard about what he has done and think when he should be fit to be a serious father. He must be thanking God the whole Michael Jackson and Kobe Bryant scandals have kept his story from blowing out of the water. Or…crikey, then his life would be like Bourke Street on Christmas Eve!

So, starting this June, you may be seeing me off like prawns in the sun for a while, and, believe me, it always feels like a dogs breakfast when I’m away from my friends for any length of time, but soon I’ll be adjusted in my all new home, only forty-five minutes from the drink where I’ve dreamed to be so long. I’ll be transferring to Lewis & Clark or Portland State University most likely, both very fine colleges so I’ve been told (though I’m still not sure why I’m there to tell the truth) and beginning a whole new phase of my life. The West Coast, for one thing, is the stamping ground of many of the best coffee shops and multi-leveled bookstores, the perfect places to set up a musical career, and with Portland being almost midway down the coastline, I’m at the hotbed of the Gravy Railroad. There’s no better place to straddle the fence than there! Not just that, but Oregon is also one of the most geographically diverse places, having seven of all ten principal climate zones. You’ve got your marine climate, your mountains, your dense temperate forests, desert, grasslands, sub-arctic regions at highest elevations, even a little rainforest to the south. You’ve got the resplendent Mount Hood, the mighty Crater Lake, the grasslands of Wallowa County, the hairy-stemmed checker-mallow and coastal manroot extending across the Salmon River basin, Crescent Beach at Ecola State Park, the Rogue River, Todd Lake and Waldo Lake within the fresh Deschutes National Forest, Umpqua National Forest, and, of course, U.S 101, the official scenic route of the West Coast. My oh my, what exciting adventures will Mistletoe Angel experience from here? I’ll probably be hopping on and on between Portland, Eugene and Corvallis. And during holidays I can hop on down to San Francisco to join in the coffee shop hoodang and protest action, to San Diego for Cinco de Mayo or to Seattle for one heck of a rock concert. This angel’s about to go boldly where no angel’s gone before, well, at least it feels like a whole new journey!

What I’ll miss most about Colorado I suppose is all my friends at Denver Academy. I couldn’t express enough how much they have done for me and influenced me. At least I got to see Mr. Ernewein about a month ago and said he’d be willing to drive over a thousand miles just to visit me. How wonderful it is indeed! It truly makes me feel I already have my own fan club and he is my #1 die-hard fan (not including my own family, of course!). I have yet to get the news to Ms. Doyle, and I’m going to visit Denver Academy multiple times before I embark on this grand new voyage. After all, going to the Shakira concert with her was literally panegyrizing, a baptizing of the youth deep in my heart that I’ll never forget. I truly hope somewhere we’ll cross paths again, as I always have to have my friends close by. Mr. Ernewein, Ms. Doyle, Ms. Dunlap and Ms. Twarogoswki (my two favorite art teachers), Mr. Wood, Mr. Webber, Mr. Dierker, Mr. Petry, Ms. Jones, Angie & Ryan, Randy Meador, uggghhhh, so many to mention, none I ever want to forget. You have all influenced the first major era of my life, and I shall carry your wisdom on into the next phase. Know you will all feel like you are right by my side, and maybe should I break through into mainstream and be the star of the show, I’ll see your familiar gleaming faces in the crowd. That would be a dream come true!

Ahhhhh, I’m already feeling a bit schmaltzy. Now I should be celebrating the last few months here in colorful Colorado, which is just what I’ll do. For one, have you all seen the new Quiznos commercials? They’re scary, but scary enough to tickle me pink, LOL! What are those two furry things that are the new spokesanimals of Quiznos? Hamsters? Gerbils? Somehow I think they might be mice…dead mice anyway. Stop-action animated dead vermin, one with a bowler hat, one with an 18th-century commodore’s hat, both with those maloccluded human teeth and bulging, differing eyeballs. The one with the commodore’s hat is playing a guitar in the two new commercials, while the other one is singing! LOL! It sounds absolutely harebrained, doesn’t it? Gotta admit the commercials are catchy if you hear them though, the close-ups of the subs, the folk music, all springing out at you like cardboard zombies in a haunted house! It’s like an infectious, deranged kind of please-make-it-stop gimmick, with the songs stuck in your head it almost sounds cool. Besides, who can resist such lyrics like these from a mouse that sounds just like Brak on Adult Swim?


"We love the subs! Because they are good to us!
The Quiznos subs.
They are tasty, they are crunchy.
They are warm because they toast them.
They got a pepper barrrrrrr!."




Mmmmmmmm…that’s making me hungry, makes me want to head over to the pepper barrrrrrrr right now and dowse my eggs in Jimmy's Batch 81™ Three Pepper Chili Sauce. There’s no place like Quiznos, seriously, where you can get your subs fast made with ciaballa bread! Hehehe, I’ll have trouble sleeping tonight, who knew a jingle would get #1 for the week in spins at KAGL, Mistletoe Angel’s jukebox in his head? Aw well, my mind’s happy, it stays on the playlist!

Yeah, I know, I still watch too much TV! Guess I still need to grow up! LOL! But I’m not crazy at all for the "Big Fat Obnoxious Little Eden Joe Millionaire Simple Life" craze at least! I keep sensible to what I watch I feel: get my daily dose of The Price Is Right, Joy of Painting and The Simpsons, some good clean Monday Night CBS chuckles, Smallville on Wednesday, and Joan of Arcadia and Monk on Friday. A grand healthy complete diet I must say! And on Saturday night, I love checking out Public Broadcasting, or my local channel, or QVC or the Home Shopping Network. Gotta love their enthusiasm on those networks!

Finally, I’d just like to add before I get my angel beauty sleep that I’m so happy you’re feeling much better, sweet Linda! You truly are our Earth Angel and you are one big reason you have inspired this Mistletoe buddy of yours and a most enthusiastic fan of what I have to say! (special angel hugs) God Bless You and your daughter and all your loved ones!

I’ve got so much to talk about, and holding that thought, you will be sure to see many posts ahead! For KALC runs 24/7, where “you’ll always see the sky sparkling with diamonds.” Spread the silver, y’all!

Current Mood: Happy

Love,
Noah Eaton
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Noah, enjoyed your journal of your travels throught the Missouri heartland...have driven down those same roads...you did the landscape and scenery good by your well written descriptions.
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**********Saturday, February 28, 2004*********

Lifting The Lamp By The Golden Door

The gloves are off and the race for the White House has begun! I am firm on who I’m supporting and it should seem pretty explicit on who I’m supporting. So in what will most likely be the most rigorous, harrowing, vehement election year ever in our nation’s history, taking into fact that our nation has never been this polarized. Despite all the backstabbing, eavesdropping, scuttlebutt, dirty shame, obloquy, and dirty linen back-fence talk, one will rise above it all, and I truly believe it is Kerry. So the only three words appropriate to say here is, “Bring it on!”

Hey, have you heard about the Howard Stern cancellations? Six Clear Channel markets removed his show, (all the Clear Channel markets promoting his program) after Howard Stern put on another cartridge of his signature obnoxious Stern-speak, because the FCC said he violated the so-called “decency rules”. First of all, I have to say that I have always found Howard Stern to be sleazy, rude, juvenile, and even rather offensive (his remarks about Columbine especially tough to digest). However, I do believe in the freedom of speech and actually believe Howard Stern made a great intellectual point that it’s only because of Janet’s boob-flashing this happened to him. As much as I wish Howard Stern’s show would go away, the FCC are just plain hypocrites. Howard Stern’s show has been on the air for over a decade (remember “Private Parts” anyone, which grossed $100 million here? That was eight years ago!). If he should have gotten kicked off the air it should have been after his Columbine remarks. But the fact the FCC let all his equally offensive talk get by these many years, along with a large number of other degrading TV programming, and all a sudden decide to use Janet Jackson as a weapon and punish everyone else, that is utmost bamboozlement. Why the heck are all the conservatives still complaining? They wanted deregulation and they got it! Yesterday: Dixie Chicks. Today: Howard Stern. Tomorrow: the world! I never thought I’d ever side with Howard Stern on anything, well Howard, you’re the latest victim of something just short of fascism.

Frankly, I also can’t help but feel flabbergasted by all those who can still support war, even when they doubt there are weapons of mass destruction or no democratic system will ever be established in the war-torn nations. It is upsetting and disheartening to see 56% of those in a recent poll say the war was still worth it even if no weapons of mass destruction were ever there. How beastly and primitive is that? Last time I checked this was a nation who held strong to Christian notions like “turn the other cheek” and “forgiving and forgetting”, or “In God We Trust”. Ah yes, and I thought the plaque on the Statue of Liberty inscribed with the poem “The New Colossus” said this:

“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”


I’ve aid this to all my friends and I’ll say it again. If you support a war, you are not a true believer in peace. There goes a saying by Moshe Dayan that reads, “If you want to make peace, you don't talk to your friends. You talk to your enemies.” I personally pity all out there who have the notion war brings peace. I have been opinionated since I was 12 and stand by my creed firmly I will not support a leader who produces the desire and lust for revenge, hatred or the thirst for retribution. Oh yeah, and wasn’t it our very own Thomas Jefferson who said, “Peace and friendship with all mankind is our wisest policy, and I wish we may be permitted to pursue it.”? George Washington who said, “Observe good faith and justice toward all nations. Cultivate peace and harmony with all.”? Benjamin Franklin who said, “There never was a good war or a bad peace.”? All these great American figures we so-called “value” would spit on the pavement if they saw this discrimination and suppression happening on this same land hey once stood on. If 56% of the people truly believed the war was worth it overall, then, well, over half of this nation has no clue what peace is and doesn’t hold the notion of peace dear. In fact, over half would be hypocrites in this case, according to Gersonides, who said, “A peace that comes from fear and not from the heart is the opposite of peace.” Nonviolence is the supreme law of life and I choose to obey that law if forced to choose only one particular principle. Bush claims he is a religious man, so he should know the Bible proverbs “Seek peace, and pursue it.” and “The peace makers shall be called the children of God.” Instead, he follows the notion, “War is like love, it always finds a way.”

So, if you truly believe in peace, let it come from where the heart is at, not from a club in hand. Let yourself feel blind, deaf and dumb and still feel the vision of peace boiling through your veins. That’s truly feeling the quietude it offers. The problem is our leaders see too hard they become short-sighted, hear too much they can’t make out the voices, and talk too much they are just plain stupid. Our leaders desperately need to learn to love again, and Bush has shown he is incapable of that, so time for the next model to grace the catwalk, and pray it’s one step forward. And if you are one of those who say “Freedom isn’t free” or “Freedom comes with a price”, you’re speaking the ultimate whopper of them all.

As of late, I have been participating vivaciously in many volunteer organizations and activist programs across the University of Colorado campus. “Food Not Bombs” is my favorite of them all. It started in 1980 in Cambridge, Massachusetts when anti-nuclear activists charged on for nonviolence. Every group recovers food that would be thrown out and out of it makes hot vegetarian meals served on city parks free of charge without restrictions. The San Francisco Charter has even been arrested 1,000 times in trying to silence their protest against their mayor’s anti-homeless policies. Amnesty International is working on releasing these “Prisoners of Conscience” as we speak, let’s all hope for their quick freedom. This program is allied with many other groups including Earth First!, The Leonard Peltier Defense Committee (Leonard is a Lakota/Anishnabe acticist and artist of the Native American Movement who has been imprisoned since 1976 for the questioning of a shooting on the Pine Ridge Reservation), Anarchist Black Cross (helping provide aid to imprisoned activists and defend resistance) Homes Not Jails, (working to end homelessness and abolish the prison industrial complex) Anti Racist Action, In Defense of Animals, the Free Radio Movement, Greenpeace, practically all the positive social change enterprises. I am more than proud to represent these fantastic movements and hope to change the world for the better with these many dedicated colleagues.

Let 2004 be a year of change in our nation, free of division, free of suppression, free of silencing and free of war and the warmongers who have warred. I vow to do all in my power to help make Bush the next “one-term president”

(giggles) By the way, I got more of the scoop on those beloved Quiznos critters. You know, that “screeching, levitating prosimian in a bowler hat” with his guitar-strumming buddy! These characters were created by Joel Veitch, who makes shows for the British Broadcasting Company, and he calls them “spongmonkeys”. Supposedly Quiznos reported a guy from their ad firm department got the clip in an e-mail from a friend and thought “By George, I think I’ve got the master plan for our next campaign!” Joel’s web-site is here, they even are featured in a 2003 clip:
http://www.rathergood.com/

Apparently these “spongmonkeys” are getting a love-hate relationship. Many are describing them in many different ways from “gerbils with birth defects; Mr. Potato Rats; drug-addled, castrato hamsters; and "hell lemurs". I like to think of them as cross-breeds of pygmy marmosets and Furbys born in Monty Python’s make-up room.

So much to talk about, not enough time to finish right now! Love you all, and remember, “Peace, like charity, begins at home” as Mr. Franklin Roosevelt said, so give your younger sister a hug and tidy up your bed! That’s better!

Current Mood: &   (Happy, not to mention youthful)

Love,
Noah Eaton



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But if the bright lights don't receive you
You should turn yourself around and come back home" MB20
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**********Saturday, March 13, 2004***********

Back On The Love Bus, Y'All!

As my big move rapidly approaches this June or so, I often have to remind myself of all the special friendships I've made here in Colorado. I have experienced losses of my own, from my dear friend Cameron Strickland to the loss of a dear cousin of mine. However, I've never had to say goodbye to my closest friends, whom I will always be bonded in a camarederie of smiles with. I really never like to think about goodbye, as it has to be the saddest word in all of mankind's vernacular. I try to omit the word from my vocabulary often and substitute it for "See you soon!". Even then that sounds a bit schmaltzy. Finally, I decide the appropriate response is, "In case I don't see you tomorrow, good morning, good afternoon and good night!"

There is a proverb that goes, “Friends are the siblings God never gave us.” I believe we are all God’s children and thus we are all brothers and sisters to one another, which some we get to know more about and truly weave the thaumaturgic tapestry of life with us. An Arabic poet said, “A friend is one to whom one may pour out all the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that the gentlest of hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away." Every thread of life to me is like a ribbon of color granted from the rainbow and sifted together within your heart like a colored sand sculpture you customize yourself at an amusement park. So I must proclaim on and on just how some of my best of friends have touched me along the way.

Ms. Doyle, you’ll always be Paloma de Paz. I still remember so clearly being in one of the first Spanish classes you ever taught at Denver Academy. I remember sitting around and hearing you and Ms. Dunlap strum away your guitars (you are one special person who inspired me to start songwriting). I remember walking down Santa Fe Boulevard in the spring, admiring the barrio and enjoying sweets at the local bakery. I remember reading my own poetry to you after school, ever so often my most personal poetry as well, LOL! I remember that field trip in 2001, watching the flamenco dancers over at East High. I remember your homemade gazpacho as if I was drinking it now, being transformed in the Shakira rock and roll baptism with you, you attempting to teach us how to tie a red ribbon with your feet in dance. Every moment is its own treasure, and you always live up to your online resume, bringing “love and logic” to the world on a daily basis. We really have to get together and write a song to commemorate our friendship, mi amiga, and teach me all that flamenco menagerie! For the rest of you reading, please check out her and her husband Jim’s web-page. One of my all-time favorites to my Links folder!
http://www.yarnold.com/

She, like me, is also a songwriter, and she has a graceful, inspiring voice that can make your blood smoothen like butter in the sun. Her songs truly make me cry as her sincerity and heart is always right there in her songs, from the Cakewalk stair-stepping melodies in the serfdom-inspired “Sangre Fria” (Cold Blood) to the ode of her cousin Charley, who tragically committed suicide in 1998 in “¡Ay Carlito!” (Oh Carlito!). You can download and enjoy these two tracks here:
http://www.yarnold.com/music/sangrefria.MP3  http://www.yarnold.com/music/aycarlito.MP3

Randy Meador, our friendship dates back over a decade ago! Running in the halls at Warder Elementary during an autumn parent/teacher conference. I’ll always have those later memories in my video encyclopedia of giggles, guffaws, titters, hee-haws, cackles, and classic fun-loving high time hoopla. When little seemed to ever charge my spiritual batteries, you were the bringer of laughter, the top banana, the baggy-pants man who uproared a har-de-har and turned every dull moment into a clambake. They say, “at the height of laughter, the universe is flung into a kaleidoscope of new possibilities.” How more true can that be? If there’s one person I know who always has something new to say like Neal Cassidey did, it was you, Randy. I’ll never forget the times we impersonated Saturday Night Live characters, went camping at White Ranch Park and burned my old pair of sneakers there, dragging that steel rail up and down the side of the cliff and throwing it off the apex, all those trips we made to the Westminster Recreation Center, Elitch Gardens, and Guitar Center throughout the years, that year you ran the Bolder-Boulder with me, and that golden time we went to Orlando together that November in 2001 with my cousins and me, you, and Zack shared a room at the Sheraton World Resort, where we sat around producing George Carlin quirks and reading the lips of the many characters on their hotel channel commerical. My friends in my early life have been few but your upbeat, confident spirit made calisthenics on each day I walked the great road of life. It’s not just your sense of humor but also your spirit and zeal for life and outreaching heart that captivates me. You’ll always be a good friend!

Ryan Irish, you and your mom Angie always bring a spark of warmth to the neighborhood. Often things can get real slow around here in Harvest Lane, where neighbors don’t like to greet each other often, but all the way from Golden you also bring with you the golden road to unlimited devotion, not to mention unlimited high spirits. Yep you sure can be a little rascal, but a lovable little rascal that always wakes me up and gets me on my feet. Because of you I’m reunited with some of my long lost friends: Joe Bender, stopwatch games, Kum-Ba-Yah, not to mention got me acquainted with The Sims. You’re someone everyone would be lucky to have for a friend! Rock on, and remember, “none but ourselves can free our minds”. Yep, Mr. Marley said those fine words himself, you reggae rasta you!

Ms. Dunlap, Ms. Wilson and Ms. Twarogowski, all of you brought color and art into my soul. Encouraging me to breathe rainbows and paint from every vein and capillary of my body. Ms. Twarogowski, you were the first to invite me into its magical world, and had faith for me from the start, giving me that special invitation into your Art Theory and Criticism class where Ms. Lohr’s room used to be, projecting all those familiar, wonderful paintings, sculptures and monuments and helping me to look deeper into each labor of love and discover something I never recognized before in admiring art (yep, I still remember that sacred peg, BUMPVERR! Balance, Unity, Movement, Perspective, Variety, Emphasis, Repetition, Rhythm! ) And I am most honest with what I’m about to say: out of the menagerie of smiles I have seen in this sweet world, yours has always been the most illuminating. Even when you cry, your beaming, warm heart sings, for your compassion and love wears a smile of its own and if only there were a billion people like you, no one would ever feel neglected here! Each and every day you continue to “paint hearts” not just on the canvas but inside the children of the Earth too. And Ms. Dunlap and Ms. Wilson, you are two special people who share the warmth she does, and you are exactly who inspired “The Rising” and “Isis Dreams” deep inside of me. Our exchanging of artistic and musical tastes and ideals helped expand my horizons and make room for new colors in my rainbow. Hey, do me a favor and keep that door-painting tradition going! As far as I’m concerned, Denver Academy is the Camp Winnarainbow east of the Continental Divide, and with the opening of each new child’s heart, flows more endless possibilities! “An artist cannot fail; it is a success to be one.” So let your paintbrush sing!

Mr. Petry, I remember the first time I was acquainted with you in Digital Electronics, and I will not lie, I was intimidated a bit. But despite the early fears and scare tactics I felt during the first semester, you opened up to me when I felt insecure and nervous and helped me to get to know you as truly an understanding, compassionate and special friend. I have to be honest I still don’t understand the topography of the whiteboard or the relationship between the red and blue circuits, LOL, but you taught me something far more important, from within your heart! And I’ll always be thankful for that and the anecdotes you shared openly to me through projects and lunches at Tokyo Joe’s. I’ll continue to carry your word with me, give it out, and let it come back like the very boomerang I smoothened out in your Physics class.

Ms. Jones, you share the same love for literature and the written and spoken word just like Mr. Ernewein. Where Mr. Ernewein started, you continued and invited me into the great classics, including Wallace Stegner’s The Big Rock Candy Mountain, Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s The Story Of A Shipwrecked Sailor (now one of my favorite poets and authors), The Odyssey, Beowulf, The Canterbury Tales, Shakespeare’s Othello, Henry V, All’s Well That Ends Well and Much Ado About Nothing, which I will never forget the year-end production I was ecstatic to produce a leading charge in as Leonato. I can still memorize a vast amount of the dialogue I spent weeks learning to remember, 107 lines to be exact! Not to mention hours I spent making calligraphy, a seminar on poetry and philosophy, and writing essay after essay, poem after poem, and reading all those fine articles from The New Yorker and Newsweek’s Anna Quindlen. Thank you for getting me immersed in all aspects of language and rhetoric, and cheering us on to each and every extent. Your determination made it all possible.

Mr. McMillan, you always make the classroom environment feel just like a lounge before and after class. Along with enjoying your lectures on world history, you made your room feel like a cross between Today, Behind The Music and Yasgur’s Farm. And why should it not? It was exciting making those newscasts on world history for each chapter. I still remember interviewing Henry the VIII and informing all those travelers out there on the perfect getaway: the Seven Cities of Cibola! LOL! Music always filled your atmosphere, in fact I got the whole Merle Haggard and Apples In Stereo aureole still surrounding my inner-jukebox. Peace to you, my brother!

Mr. McManis and Mr. Loose, one of my all-time favorite memories at Denver Academy was with you! Mr. Loose, your trailer was my School of Rock, and you were my Jack Black, yeah! Though I have had an intense love affair with music from the start, you two got me into actually being in the show. Watching all those interviews and documentaries on the History of Rock and Roll, then assembling our very own band was an exhilarating experience. Out of that we all spawned our first single, “Weather Girl”, and I still have that very copy of our demo disc, complete with that hit featuring my cowbell Fred Schneider vocals and my greased lightning Elvis improv through the bridge, a darker untitled song, and a solo instrumental we crafted together. Now raise your goblet of rock. It's a toast to those who rock! In the grand sermon of Jack Black, God of Rock, thank you for this chance to kick butt. We are your humble servants. Please give us the power to blow people's minds with our high voltage rock. In your name we pray, Amen.

Mr. Dierker, it was a delight being part of your Seven Senses at Washington Park class, not to mention learning a little bit about Lesotho and Thailand. Hey, I still remember the Thai greeting “Sawadee dawn chow”. Mr. Miller, it was a delightful hearing all those O. Henry short stories and learning a bit about ornithology with you around the campus. Mr. Veltry, it was a delight having you around in Mr. Wood’s homeroom as a teacher assistant and talking to you through lunch periods and between classes. Ms. Lohr, Mr. Lucas, Ms. Jensen, Ms. Erlandson, Mr. Webber, all of you, you are all one special rainbow family to me. If I didn’t discover samadhi there, I definitely discovered magic and a sense of wonder, and most importantly of all, love.

Charlie Campbell, John Drieling, Kien Arnold, Peter Archer, Rachel Meyer, Cal Hackstaff, Weston Wells, Aaron Hallenbeck, Andy Franz, Scott Portlock, Justin Kief, Alex Morgan, Corey Sandoval, and so many others I regretfully have forgotten to name, you all were wonderful company. From cross-country to on the stage to Experientials to just between lunch periods, you all influenced me in many unique ways. Kevin Beasley, I know you’ll continue to run the extra mile, and Andrew Lieberman I know you’ll keep setting up the grand stage of life with passion. You all rule!

Even some people who if even only for a minute I’ve met, you all matter too. Rainbow Dancer, Kenneth Lightfoot, Fast Eddie Ermoian, who always regales you with stories, politics and old-fashioned Boulder rigmarole in his Chicago attitude, all those down at the Soda Rock at 2217 E Mississippi Avenue, Brett Saunders (“The Sage”) who always provides philosophy and wisdom to my morning routine and commute, Tom Martino the Troubleshooter who helps me detect scams and mare’s nests from all around from the airwaves and beyond, all of you have contributed too. Have a cigar, oh, I forgot, I don’t smoke, OK, have a kefir!

Phew, I think I got most if not all of the guiding spirits of my life thus far! Who knows what new friends and lodestars I’ll discover in Portland, but I believe life is one immeasurable, boundless theme park, where the heart is always where the kiosk is at, with God and my brothers and sisters cicerones  taking me by the hand and showing me the most wondrous of the sights and sounds it nurtures. Maybe my dream girl is walking in downtown Portland in the dusk as I speak. I certainly hope I find her there, as I believe in a thing called love with all my heart and everyone needs someone to walk beside, to lean on, to share the experiences and joys and tears the Good Lord and life bestows upon us. I have yet to hold a girl’s hand, it must be the most beautiful, softest feeling of all. For now, I’ll just kiss my pillow and pretend it’s my girl, keep enjoying my dreams, and hum the mantra “Hare Krishna” from the top of my lungs as if I was standing in the Avalon Ballroom on January 29, 1967 during the Mantra-Rock Dance.

Until the summer, I am going to sit back and enjoy the ride through the rest of my Colorado era! Come in any time and have a cup of tea with me at the Dushanbe Teahouse, mi casa es su casa!

Current Mood: (Happy)

Sincerely,
Noah Eaton





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But if the bright lights don't receive you
You should turn yourself around and come back home" MB20
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***********Monday, March 15, 2004***********

Love Is For Everyone

Just thought I should add my two cents on a huge debate confronting our society as it is; the issue of same-sex marriage. The queued banning proposal is indeed the hot topic right now, and all I can say is I don't understand how someone would prefer editing the constitution with a rusty flat-tipped red marker for good than not change the unconstitutional constitution and let everyone love as they please, regardless of your sex, religion, or perference. By God, it will certainly be a miracle when we have a president who not only realizes but practices what he preaches that love is the driving force of humanity, not greed, power, oil, or the deed to Madison Avenue. We're wasting years at a time trying to determine where the medium in ou society is and then just covering it with red tape. We're all tangled in the red tape and love doesn't involve time, it involves commitment. Hey Bush, did you know the original draft of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence was written on hemp paper, eh? So were American flags, Levis 501 jeans and the medicines that we all consider all-American, meanwhile you have someone who's claiming to protect the "sanctity of marriage" (like there even is one) and the Constitution who has turned Texas into a toxic wasteland. Ironic, don't you think?

Thomas Jefferson said, "Hemp is of first necessity to the wealth and protection of the country." And YES, he ACTUALLY said that. Heck, even Henry Ford built and powered his 1908 Model-T with hemp. Our constitution has endured for over 225 years and these pillars of our society have of late been daunted by the chisels of the prospectors of the new age. Our Constitution, itself, is both a signifier and signified of hemp, if you read Saussure. Our own forefathers called it "man's greatest plant ally". It is spiritually enlightening and a linchpin of vitality and life to many. In fact it was never outlawed until the twentieth century, but hemp has been on the upswing again. Hemp can solve many of the environmental problems in our world, not to mention make all the same things that Bush's buddies Texaco, Bechtel and Halliburton are tearing up the ozone layer to find the oil to make.

So why do I talk about hemp a lot to make my point on the issue? Like I said, hemp is a representation of us throughout the first two centuries we lived as a nation. Hemp is like the natural order of things, our liberties, rights, and perquisites. When you tear or usurp the fabric, the very viscous foundation of our society, that is unnatural. Last time I checked, the preamble to our Declration of Independence stated, "We hold these Truths to be self-evident, that all Men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness..." Are you sure we're in the same nation here?

Mother Teresa said, "It is not how much you do, but how much Love you put into the doing that matters." Don't you think it's only fair that everyone should have the right to be happy and unselfishly allow everyone to have happiness without restrictions? I can't stress how many times the notion that "to love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another." is important to me, and our politicians just don't see that. Love fails, only when we fail to love, that's the only reason this is a full-blown, all-encompassing argument. I strongly believe if Jesus were here, He would wish everyone to live a healthy and happy life, and wouldn't ban any single person's right to marry. Quit arguing and treat each other with respect, just as my second-grade teacher Mrs. Bear said.

Besides, where's the "sanctity of marriage" anyway? Ever since the Revolution of Manners and Morals before World War I began in 1916, divorces have multiplied like rabbits. Did you know between the two World Wars, divorces had doubled, and now just less than half of marriages experience divorce? The whole "sanctity of marriage" is a huge overstatement, a pretension that the media has spread full-blown. Perhaps if you're really sensitive about the "sancity of marriage", you should spend less time worrying about others and spend more time improving your very own. That's my advice to Bush and Co.

"In all that we do let us do it for love." I say under the wise words of Chris Cotton. For God's sake spread the meaning and let the cannabus plant bloom again! Let us all love and love let us.

Current Mood: Happy & Determined

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Noah Eaton



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I have just spent ages reading your illustrious words and insights! I am so overcome with my awe of who and what you are! I thoroughly enjoyed going on that cross-country trip with you and your family! Oh, I just realized that I didn't actually go on that trip! You just made it all so real to me! lol ~ the sights, the sounds, the smells, the tastes... You also brought fond memories back to me on my trips years ago into the States and enjoying those big, stick-to-your-ribs breakfasts and the stops at Stuckies. You are such an incredible writer, my friend! I am so utterly impressed with your writing abilities ~ and you! Your personality and charm literally leap off the blue pages!

Each one of your journal submissions captivated me and held my interest. I would be honored to have that cup of tea with you!
Su casa es mi casa y mi casa es su casa, mi amigo angello! lol

I hope that your move to Portland in June goes well and that all your dreams come true. You have such a pioneering spirit and I know that whatever you put your mind to, you will succeed in! I have so much affection for you and I'm rooting for you on all levels. I also hope your "dream girl" will become a reality and that the two of you can walk joyously into your glorious future together.

Love always,
Your friend,
Linda
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**********Saturday, April 10, 2004**********

Almost Everything Is Really Simple, And Life May Not Be, But That's Good Enough For Me!

Another sleeper thaws! We stand informed, thickly warmed! Joie de vivre again breathes through spring’s rhytidectomy! And my oh my, how sweet it is!

I made the most of the 56th Annual Conference Of World Affairs this week and immersed myself in the wonders of this cherished tradition, catching up on the infinite fellowship of the world through the arts, humanities, politics, and cultural identities. Monday marked the inauguration of the event, with a hallmark breakfast buffet provided by Illegal Pete’s and CoPirg. So I enjoyed my matutinal breakfast burrito, a nice cup of Bolder Blends ginseng tea and then expanded my minds in this cosmic vaudeville.

There is so much to say, but my favorite day would have to be Friday. At 1:00 I thumbed my way to the University Memorial Center, Lecture Hall 235, for 5502: Musicians: Born Or Made?. It was moderated by Jack Walker and featured an incredible group of panelists. Nora York, a singer and visual artist who has performed at numerous concerts including the Newport Jazz and Bell Atlantic Jazz Festivals, written scores for TV series and movies, and teaches the renowned class, “The Creative Voice” at New York University, a class that teaches pathways to fundamental elements in a creative process, as interpretation has been integral to her creative process. There was Nelson Rangell, who was rated among the most underrated artists in the jazz industry by JAZZIZ magazine, a trained soprano, alto and tenor saxophonist and flute and piccolo virtuoso, who started the flute at age 15 and in only six months was studying classical and jazz at the Interlochen Arts Academy, was voted Best High School Jazz Soloist by Down Beat magazine's national competition  and went on to attend the New England Conservatory of Music in Boston, where he won the prestigious magazine's college-level national competition. Ever since, he’s recorded 12 CDs, with three being Billboard Jazz best-sellers. And finally, Brad Goode, a Steeplechase recording artist and started playing violin when he was four, played guitar at age 11, learned many of Louis Armstrong’s solos at age 13, who now plays at major festivals at night clubs around the world.

And so there I was, an aspiring artist ready to tickle my fancy with more of the philosophy to the universal language, asking myself the apostrophized question: “Are musicians made or born?”. Nora stepped up to the plate first, speaking of how she was an unruly child in Chicago, who virtually at two years old got dropped off at Carl Orph’s training classes, practicing with rhythm sticks and glockenspiels, and shortly after remembered Dr. Zipper’s orchestra bringing Peter And The Wolf through Chicago, influencing her to take piano, and, until she was 15, studied the guitar, cello, violin and flute as well. Then, she said she stopped abruptly at 15, then eventually had a band with Peter Allen, who she called “the 6th grade Mick Jagger, even when hard to imagine one” where she rehearsed in his basement “Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds”, then when she finally made the public performance, she got tense, and was fired for the first time, and then was only interested in visual art. From there, she spoke of graduating from high school, working in a South American literacy program, then going to college. That’s when she said when she was 20, a defining moment of her life eclipsed when she went to Bangkok in 1976 and met a Wayne Newton look-alike at the Italian Pavilion night-club, and sang there, where, through finishing college, had that bee in her bottom to continue to sing and perform and moved to New York, where shortly after working for Sears and Roebuck, found a voice teacher in 1979 and put her vocals to the test at the Barbie Doll show, playing Nora of the North on the downtown art circuit. Then she expressed her obsession with Jimi Hendrix and “Manic Depression“, having a short time in the ex-cop heavy metal rock band Distracted in Brooklyn, and meeting Dave Foster, a jazz musician who she said she became rebelliously crazy and loyal to, also working with Television drummer Billy Ficca and eventually earning a recording contract in Japan, earning an impressive $40,000 for a jazz record, where she said time wore on, and new ideas always comes from a conceptual platform, saying, “I’m really a thief, absorbing harmonic information!”. Finally, she believed musicians are made and they work on their hearts and minds.

Then Brad Good offered a second opinion, speaking of several anecdotes, the first traveling with the Woody Herman Orchestra in New England, and someone saying, “Hey, you think you’re good, wait till you hear these guys play!” and then, describing the way the orchestra practices, with one band playing, then the other playing, then with all the musicians divided into clinics, he recalled going to the gymnasium, and surely enough, he found the other band to be “a young version of the Buddy Rich band”, then remembering being put into clinics and teaching his students how to play Three Blind Mice by taking a simple melody, making sure you can sing it all the way through from the first to the last note, and not to worry about the keys and only start from a starting note. Then he heard and would tell them, “OK, you got the rhythm, but you don’t have the right notes, so play it again!” and continuing to practice, with one student getting the notes higher in succession, another lower in succession, the fifth student with all three notes the same sounding, and so forth, he’d tell them, “OK, we’ll deal with this issue soon, I promise!” until the and director stood behind suddenly, beginning to shake, red in the face, shouting, “Come on, you can do it!” and Brad, though not intending to do so, got on the spot, saying “Stop! Let’s just get out of this alive!” and, going through the ordeal, later got back on the bus, with the trumpet section complaining, “Oh, how could you do that to us?”. It would be that moment when Brad noticed, “There wasn’t anyone who knew about music!” and that here in America, the relationship is purely visual, with the notes, set of directions, and mechanical and visual components, but believes improvisation is also essential, saying “You hear music in your head, let it come through your fingers without much interruption to the brain!”, otherwise meaning, “You pick up your instrument and play what you hear!” as being important. He then shared his early life anecdote to support his pojnt, recalling when he was four having no parents with musical background, and learning the violin at Lincoln School every morning at 6:30 with Mr. Ninnyginny, who would smack his knuckles with a bow if his hand position of the instrument was wrong or if he missed a note, expressing the act as a cruel form of torture that grew him to hating the violin and music at age 8, noting the fact no other kids were playing the violin, there were no groups he could play with, and every boy’s childhood dream was to play baseball and he wanted to do just that, and after a hiatus from music, discovered Dave Novias, whose dad had a guitar and played Rod Stewart, KISS and Aeromsith tunes which he grew to be fascinated with and began to play the guitar at his house, who then at age 11 began to play music for the fun of it with other people without a piece of paper with his agile fingers disciplined through the violin years effortlessly grasping the strings Taking it in stride, he was introduced to Kenny Rogers, Barry Manilow, and his fist jazz record as a teenager by Hornet Colmon and Don Cherry, which he said expressed all his teenage feelings, then, later, stepping into a music store and rummaging through the Free/Take More bin, he found Bay Brown and May Roch in the bunch, warning his friend, “Check it out, this may sound like Hornet!” then hearing it, thought, “This sounds like what they wish they could have done!” Finishing up his thoughts, he believed in his experience that the real question for aspiring musicians is, “How do you perceive music, and what are your options?” and musicians usually at first are not encouraged independent thinking and are trained to close their minds and ears and be prevented from relating to certain kinds of music, believing if you are fooled, you were born with a trumpet in your mouth, and musicians are born, though many are just unmade.

Then yet another illuminating view came in! Nelson Rangell reminisced coming from a musical family, whose father used to be a violinist but became a doctor and psychiatrist, who said his parents were aesthetic people, both too poor to have an instrument living in Brooklyn. Yet his siblings also had musical blood, he said, with his brother Andrew a former C.U student and well-known concert pianist in Boston, who has good and bad days due to an unfortunate case of hand paralysis, his brother Bobby living in Europe more than twenty years now and being a woodwind player for the National Jazz Orchestra of France, and his sister Paula a jazz and R&B singer in New Orleans. He then spoke of getting married, having two children, and living a simple suburban life, who recalls one day going to the Boulder Humane Society with his friend Brad to get a dog, and got Jes the Labrador, saying, “Hey, Jes and Jake could be friends and we can take them to the park each day!” It was then he compared choosing the right dog to how he chose his path into music, believing music is almost demonstrative of the gene pool, with something intrinsic of that strain to a certain type of seven dogs, which one would have the capability to be his dog, which the relationship between the dog and him and his wife was generic but soon enough, spending more time learning of certain things, leaned against him affectionately as a sort of communication, which he believed musicians also have that communication. He believes every place has “The Kid” and remembering being in Columbus with Brad, he saw “The Kid” there, who noted there they drew the line at 11 for young talent and if you were older, they were not interested, but believed personally that regardless of age there are a lot of good button-pushers everywhere, and he’s interested in the notion, “Try to listen, take a good look inside myself!” and see always to the first degree “What are they doing with their gift, what is the musician’s humanity, what is their experience?” Still young, he went to the New England Conservatory as a classical flutist, and also played the saxophone a bit and loved being the loudest most obnoxious saxophonist. He spoke of his love and philosophy of music saying, “Joy is limited, but I am a great believer in execution, in getting the parts and the tuning right fast!”, and that in modern music education, it is all style over substance, and we’re “jaundiced to a skill level, but only to a certain degree, and great skill is not that rare!”, and that the style over substance condition is a lackadaisical form of execution in his mind, where only a modest amount of discipline and education would make good button-pushers in aspiring artists everywhere. He finally believed that musicians are born with talents, but he wants to know how they experiment with them and how they follow up and through, how their drive and ambitions are formed, and what they hope to accomplish. He finally spoke of his amazement in how caddy it is how students search for mistakes in music and says, “It’s amazing how fast this goes by!”, and of his stepson’s incredible spatial intelligence, solving puzzles at breakneck speed, making him ask him, “How do you do it so fast?” and his simple answer being, “I just see it”, and with his wisdom believing for musicians to pinpoint mistakes and form musical execution, they “just know it!”

I have to honestly say I learned a great deal about the discipline and visual art of music from these fascinating maestros(as). After their fifteen minute chats, there was a panel discussion, where after someone asked about their opinion of smooth jazz music, which they generally saw as a huge corporate involvement that best functions as background music at work, a pen pal of Arbitron and “increasingly generic and mundane, crushing many ambitions, having a negative effect on artistic ambition”, I asked, “Joni Mitchell said, ‘Record companies don’t want artists anymore, they only want those who cooperate!’ In a broader sense, what are your feelings to the FCC’s increasing deregulation of media and large corporate conglomerates like Clear Channel dominating the airwaves and touring industries, and do you see this as helpful or harmful to the future of artistic invention?”. My question certainly provoked the panel, LOL! Dora spoke of her disappointment to the further homogenization of the media and of Phil Donahue’s and Howard Stern’s punishing from the airwaves, and at this rate everyone will be desensitized to the point people can’t tell sugar and maple syrup apart, or the thin edge of the wedge. Then another asked, “What is your ideal view of education for young children, what would it sound like?”, which Brad answered, “Encourage them to experiment, have fun, use user-friendly instruments! I believe the general teachings of music can be categorized in four quadrants: sound, melody, harmony and rhythm. Melody and harmony should be held till later, start by relating intuitively or ‘ear-based’, trust their instincts, then eventually introduce more difficult techniques!”. Nora added, “You know, the older I get, the more I find myself going back to childhood songs! I love singing them, and believe anyone can learn to sing, for singing is a built-in instrument. It’s like being a painter; if you are a painter, you have a palette, and if you sing green and white, you just sing green and white! I only sing how I feel I started singing professionally when I was 29, and I considered myself audible when I was 34”. Then Nelson added, “If you are a parent of a musician, do NOT push them to practice, let it be their thing, let them decide, and when they decide, they’ll DECIDE!”. Finally, another asked, “If you stop doing it, can you un-make the talent?”, which generally they believed it does happen sometimes, especially with prodigies who have meteoric talent but end up never getting an inch better since they were 18, and conversely, in life, there can be certain internal experiences that can harden our abilities, that there are indeed scenarios in talent! Let’s pray that my canary song does not become unsung anytime soon, yay!

Right afterward, I also stayed for 5701: A Poetry Party in the same room, moderated by Judith Houlding, featuring a diverse mix of talented poets and scholars, including Al Young, a U.C Berkeley graduate who has taught poetry and fictional writing at nine universities, written novels, collections of poetry, essays, memoirs, anthologies and film scripts, and a two-time recipient of The New York Times’ Notable Book of the Year award, Shamako Noble, a hip-hop artist and MC who founded the Hip-Hop Congress, an organization aiming to raise awareness of social issues of the hip-hop generation and work as a clearinghouse for social justice and equality, who is a San Francisco underground favorite who recorded “The Return of the Coming of the Aftermath” and an immense community-building force, Liz Weir, an Irish professional storyteller who promotes Irish literature, traveling the world telling stories to children and adults, the author of Boom Chicka Boom, a children’s story compilation, the presenter of BBC Radio series The Gift of the Gab, the writer of children’s commercials in Northern Ireland, helping to establish peace in the region and educate the children in respecting differences, and David Watts, an on-camera medical host for PBS and Lifetime, a host of a radio program on medicine for NPR’s “All Things Considered”, and the host of a forthcoming one-hour special, “Powerful Words: Poetry and the Art of Healing”, also the founder and director of Writing the Medical Experience, a conference where writers and doctors speak of the healing experiences between literature and medicine, and the writer of three books of poetry!

Al Young began, speaking of his experiences in North Carolina at Davidson College, a Presbyterian one, only later learning both Ava Gardner and Thelonious Monk were North Carolinans, sharing a poem about Ava Gardner titled “Ava, She Was One Of Your Women”, followed by a poem about jazz musician Lionel Hampton, and a final poem inspired by his travels to Europe, where he said people can memorize 10,000 line poems and when people make mistakes, they start back from the beginning, and read the poem “April in Paris” inspired by the song.

Shamako Noble followed with, honestly, one of my favorite performances I’ve seen yet! He orally-interpreted his whole poem, “Almost Everything Is Really Simple”, a grand socially and politically motivated hip-hop metronomed masterpiece, and another piece from his acclaimed, “The Return of the Coming of the Aftermath”. It honestly felt like I was front and center at a hip-hop concert, or at least at a coffee shop in San Francisco witnessing his poetic somersaults.

Liz Weir enlightened the crowd with her accent, reading “Exchange”, her admiration of my beloved Dushanbe Teahouse and fantasizing Dushanbe reading a Sky-Map on an entire airplane flight in “Sky Map” , her love of Claire County in Ireland and of the Good Friday Agreement there in “Post-Script”, the compassion of a sad child in “Red Rose”, and the sensual confidence of a woman in “Homage In My Hips”.

Finally, David Watts ignited us all with the comedic firecracker of the party with “The Day I Showed My P**** To The Lady Doctor”, all about a nervous feeling he felt revealing his genitals to the doctor where he had a rash and worried of infection, and another grand ballad from his collection.

Then, we all got together to read our own pieces of poetry in the Poetry Party, where I stepped up to perform my piece, “Birkenstocks In The Snow”, which I got an applause out of and a huge compliment from both Liz and Shamako, yay! (gives self hug) I couldn’t have been more ecstatic taking part in the company and sharing my living voice in the company of others, especially from all around the world, in a room of over a thousand people! Perhaps my life story can grow to be as romantic as all their exciting journeys and quests! Of course as Lao Tzu said, “A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step”

Speaking of which, it sure felt like a huge step to me Wednesday, when I got to step back onto the campus of my beloved Denver Academy for the first time in twenty-two months. Waking up at 5:15 in the morning, getting to the RTD Park N Ride by 6:30, and taking the DD bus down U.S 36 and across Denver on Colorado Boulevard to Denver Academy will always be beyond worth it in my heart, as so much of my heart and soul grew and was nurtured there and I never want to take any of my friends for granted, as that is truly my second family. By 7:15, I got to Evans Avenue, and there it’s just a two-block walk to Denver Academy, and when I finally got there, seeing the campus before my very eyes, it literally made me shiver and cry in tears of mixed emotion, as it can feel so emotional to retrace your footsteps onto grounds of sentimental value and gentle, warm tears fall from your eyes, seeing that special place you’ve loved is just the way it always was, knowing, “Boy, it still feels like home, and it’s the most beautiful feeling of all!”

Because the Prep School building is usually the first to open, I went in there first, and, boy, how the interior design has sure overgone a gargantuan metamorphosis! There’s paintings all over the walls, new white and black tiles on the floors (it used to be a polyester type of carpet), and in the lounge where there only used to be the lockers, a grand piano, the secretary’s desk, a couple of study tables and vending machines, there is now computers, a Foozball table, a glide hockey table and standing lamps. Wow, some things do change, and some things don’t, like the charm and mission statement of Denver Academy!

I stepped into Mr. McMillin’s room first, where Josh, my former team-mate and friend on the cross-country team, recognized me, and, honestly, he was saying, stunned: “Wow, you look a WHOLE lot different!” (I have grown my hair out and wear more imported clothing and Vedic beads since my days at Denver Academy) Blushing with a smile, I nodded and like old friends we asked questions and talked and each moment he was literally exasperating, even hysterically laughing, saying, “My God, you look SO much different, I can’t get over it!” (giggles in delight)

Then I went to, you guessed it, my old buddy Mr. Ernewein’s trailer, and got to meet all his wonderful students as well this year, yay! I sat around and read along with his homeroom on a selection about real-life Leo The Late Bloomers; students with special, unique learning capabilities, which made me cry reading of so many beautiful children’s rises over adversities in their own individual ways! Then I followed them to their weekly hall meeting in the Core Division (which now they have a special talent show as part of the program, yay!) and got to see a wonderful improvisational score ditty and a talented pianist performance.

Even more astonished I was, discovering I had come to visit on the same day the Ambassador of Iran was visiting, yay! So I went to the Prep Division, where he was guest-speaking in Mr. Petry’s former room and laboratory, where I got to hear him speak to me and Mr. Miller’s homeroom about the importance of his career, his thoughts and concerns of the war on Iraq, the war in Israel and Palestine, George W. Bush, and how one should put the love for his or her own country above any single person by all means. I also earned his complimentary handshake, ooohhhhh…I ain’t ever washing this hand!  LOL!

Of course, a visit could never be complete without visiting my friends Ms. Doyle (Paloma de Paz) and Ms. Dunlap, yay! I visited Ms. Doyle first, catching up on our post-Shakira lives, then I shared with her the new Shakira CD/DVD “Live & Off The Record” and in return she gave me a CD with some of her music videos on it, yay! I played to her some of my new songs and some Shakira covers and other favorite covers of mine (I played much worse than I usually play as I wasn’t used to playing an acoustic with much larger frets and strings, LOL!) Then I rushed over to Ms. Dunlap in her art room, admiring all the wonderful new doors, sculptures, and paintings (My favorites were a pair of doors with the flower-power watercolor theme and a huge mural featuring various single frames drawn by all different students!). Immediately we gave each other an angel friendship hug and I cried in joy seeing her beautiful smile that always brings a tug to my heartstrings and she smiled, saying, “Awwwwwww, you are one of the most loving hearts anyone can be blessed to know, you are a true giver, Noah!” and I told her all about my new songwriting and dreams and moving to Portland and then she showed me her new loveseat sculpted all from clay, and then I gave her a whole new idea, saying, “Ooooohhhh, maybe you can paint this in a way that it represents a loveseat, like a proverbial loveseat with smiley face hearts and flowers and baby bumblebees and everything that represents love, friendship, and happiness!” and in cheerful arousal, she said, “Ooohhhh…Noah, that’s a wonderful idea!” and soon we are going to decorate it as a love seat, yay!

Finally, at 1:00, I went back to Mr. Ernewein’s and met a good old friend of mine who I used to be part of a carpool with for my last two years a Denver Academy, Bryce Lawson. My, how he’s grown! He reminds me very much of Pee-Wee Hermann (Paul Reubens), without the problems with the law he’s been having, which are very unfortunate indeed as I always loved watching the Pee-Wee Hermann show and the movie “Pee-Wee Hermann’s Big Adventure” as a boy. It is quite coincidental indeed, as Bryce also loves to ride his bicycle, in fact, he always rides his T-REK 2200 from Arvada to Denver and back, a distance covering about 25 miles. He’s born to make it to the Tour De France in the not so distant future, yay!

So, it was beautiful seeing all my old friends, as I believe it is important to revisit the friends we make along the path of life and catch up on times, for the primrose path would never be magical when there’s no butterflies flittering and fireflies flickering and bunnies hopping along the way cheering you on, which I believe friendship makes up the whole natural order of ones joie de vivre. So with the move to Portland being a couple months away, it indeed is an emotional time for me, but I welcome it with open arms, as I know my friends won’t forget me and will always love me and I will always keep in touch with them and even more blessings await me ahead. After all, they’d have to especially in the “City of Roses”! There’s entire Japanese gardens there buzzing with flowerbeds of beauties!

(angel friendship hugs for everyone) You have waited much too long for a new entry, so you deserved this long, heartwarming one from my heart to yours! Love you all and remember, “A child needs love the most when he least deserves it.” so always nurture that inner-child of yours and you’ll never go wrong, for we may grow up, but we never grow older!

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Love,
Noah Eaton


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But if the bright lights don't receive you
You should turn yourself around and come back home" MB20

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Noah, after reading this most recent post of yours, I would say that no matter where you go, or what you do in life, it will be outstanding!!
  You leave me breathless with all of your visits, friends, accomplishments etc. You are a wonder.....and you are wonderful. Don't ever change my sweet friend.
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**********Sunday, April 11, 2004**********

Just A Modest Proposal

Happy Easter everyone! Yep, you can exhale now, the Lenten season has come to a close, and, as it always promises, we only strengthen a deeper friendship to our Lord and through much soul-searching and repentance we unravel more of our true nature and discover spring through our very hearts, which these forty days represent no matter how frigid the days, how torpid the skies, how relentless the winter winds may be, all things are possible and things again can be made new as spring is living proof of the rewards we are blessed with from grazing the fields and our spirits. This is one important reason why I believe spring is the most beautiful of all the seasons. It represents what faith can accomplish, and faith should be everyone’s middle name. If I ever have a daughter, I’d love to name her Faith, as my love for her, as with all children, will always be filled with faith that she will grow rich in love and, though there may be adversity, it will only make her more stronger and angelic as a girl!

Did you know that the Lenten season dates back well to possibly the third century? It always makes me feel so good to see that some things never change, especially the celebration of our Christ. Originally the Lenten season was a time for the catechumens to prepare for their baptisms, and then it took on a whole new meaning at the end of the fourth century when it also became accepted as a time for the ritual of humiliation for every penitent. Thus that is how the notion of the Lenten fasting experience as “dying to self” became known, and the liturgical value developed, one in which anyone, men, women, boys, girls, could participate fully in the renewal of life in the celebration of Christ’s rising. It used to only last for eight days, but it became forty, and though I still don’t exactly know why, I think it has something to do with what was written in the Lord’s temptation. Also, I believe Jesus was alone in the wilderness for forty days, so the Lenten season is almost like a ritual drama to me, in which we personify ourselves in the sandals of Jesus, as we are all faithful children of God who just need to rededicate ourselves. Ever so much I am reminded by John 6:60, 66, NIV “On hearing it, many of his disciples said, ‘This is a hard teaching. Who can accept it?’ From this time many of his disciples turned back and no longer followed him.”. It deeply saddens me knowing that this indeed is a reality many of us face. You always see everyone on their best behavior, dressed up debonair, wearing a muscled smile, and claiming all is well, but that truly is a lie, as life is not always meant to be joyous (you’re probably laughing hearing that from someone optimistic like me, LOL! ) but it is the truth. Faith is not something you get out of lying, faith is something you get out of the Truth. I think ever so much people believe if they lie saying they’re fine, they believe it breeds faith and then if done constantly, all the nightmares vanish into thin air. But if that’s true, then there wouldn’t be anything important behind the Incarnation, and THIS is why we celebrate this special holiday. Do you think Jesus was happy suffering from temptation? Do you think Jesus was happy starving and parched of thirst for so long? Do you think Jesus was happy being crucified on that cross? No, not at all, if anything, that was nothing but sorrow, agony and despair. But Jesus didn’t decide to confront all of this so that we wouldn’t have to experience them, He do all of this so He could teach us to take dignity in the little pains of life we may endure. We all indeed suffer. I have suffered in my childhood, I have listened to your stories of tears you’ve endured over the years, and no one can argue that I was miserable being abused and mistreated, but I also believe that those scars have helped me become the person I am today, capable of feeling the pity of others, and I take great dignity in the tears of blood I’ve shed.  I also know NO ONE will ever fully comprehend the suffering Jesus experienced, for there will NEVER be an act of goodness that equals or even compares to that of Jesus, but we can be the best people we can become as possible, so I urge you all, if anything on this great day, to dignify your own tears and pains, then, through the edification, share your love to all those around you.

The exact same teachings of Easter are mirrored throughout our society as well. In ancient times there would always be lepers screaming “Unclean!” on the streets, encouraging all others to keep their distance and avoid becoming infected by the impurity also. If you seriously believe that we all have evolved since then and will never commit to such an puerile endeavor, open your eyes, that is EXACTLY what we’re doing each day. You may have never thought of it this way, but we do have lepers all throughout our society, social lepers albeit, who are saddened, all alone, who have faced their inner demons as well and, because they were rejected before, close their hearts to the rest of the world, screaming even to those who wish to help them, “Leave me alone!”. They don’t scream that because they really want to be alone, they just fear they’ll be rejected again and go through the same cycle of heartache again. And it’s the same thing with the emotions we feel, we tend to tuck them away when it feels hopeless crawling under that person’s skin and kissing away their tears. Jesus, however, who was hungry, thirsty, cold, betrayal, loneliness, agony, sorrow, and ultimately, death, STILL gave His dignity to ever child of God. I don’t know about you, but I find that not merely a miracle, but a blessing. How often do you see ANYONE experience virtually every known adversity of the world and STILL have the strength, STILL have the courage to say to every child, “Everything will be alright, my child, this I promise you?”. It is incredible. He even gave the demoniac of the Gadarenes his dignity, which no other mortal ever did. The fact is, His suffering was His way to Glory, the Crucifixion the Way to Resurrection. We are all His friends and together we must accept life is joyous, but not only joyous, that we do experience these pains, so may we sympathetically join in fellowship with Christ this very day, who now is guiding us with light and love above the heavens.

I feel if you understand just that during the Lenten season, then you have touched His greatness! Ash Wednesday is significant because it is a token of mourning, as in medieval times people would enter the church with dirty, naked feet and they would throw ashes from palm branches blessed the previous Palm Sunday over their heads, placing them on their foreheads in anointment to understand the suffering of others and seek growth through repentance. Maundy Thursday is essential as it commemorates the institution of the Holy Supper, and is the Day of Foot Washing. According to the revered words of the Gospel John 13: 14-15, “You also ought to wash one another’s feet,”, it is a time to cleanse of oneself and love one another. As verse 34 is read, “A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another,” as well as, the command of the Epistle, I Corinthians 11: 24-25, “This do in remembrance of Me.”, this day is a valued day to me in my Catholic faith for every one of us to love each other in His name! Often on this day baskets are given to the poor, as honored by the Gospel teaching, “Mandatum novum do vobis," Then there’s Good Friday, in which we remember the crucifixion of Jesus, the “Day of the Lord’s Passion”. This is the day when redemption is made, and we mourn Him, in which there is three days of darkness and silence, until this very day, where we celebrate His return, a return of His love, a Love immortal and true.

God Bless You all this very day, and for all of you who have children, share the blessings of this day to every one of them. Candidly, I can say that I do not consider the Easter bunny a lie. Though I agree it has become treated as another deadly commerical widget, the bunny has its value too. As early as the 1500’s in Germany, the bunny has been a symbol of Easter and the Easter Bunny tradition began in the 1800’s. In the 1700’s, the Americans were introduced to the tradition the moment the Pennsylvania Dutch shipped to shore, with many young children anxiously and ebullient for Oschter Haws and his gifts. Asian and Eurasian cultures depict him as a messenger of life, the Celtics as a symbol of fertility and new life, and the Germans as the giver of new life each spring. So Easter is also treated to me like the gateway to spring, with all of life re-awakening and singing again in concordance. No one is necessarily lying here. The eggs are a symbol of fertility, like the hatching of baby birds each April and May! The decorations of the eggs well represent the colors and blessings the spring offers us, how we intuitively earmark the blessings God bestows upon us all, and celebrating the diversity of life, from polished, tumbled marbled eggs to Ukrainian Pysanki eggs, made from melted beeswax and many different dyes. The Greeks dye their eggs red to symbolize the most precious blood of Christ, the Germans and Austrians dye theirs green on Maundy Thursday to represent the Last Supper, and Armenians even paint religious images and icons on theirs. Polish girls even used to send them to their loved ones to represent their feelings to a loved one, as the fertility meaning behind the egg avows. All of the other symbols of Easter well imbue with the Easter traditions. The Easter basket originated from the Catholic custom of bringing Easter food to mass to be blessed, with the Pennsylvania Dutch inspiring the “rabbit’s nest” straw and tinsel. The bells represent the light of the world, and they’d sound all year until Maundy Thursday, to sound again on Easter after a time of mourning and celebrating His return, also representing every equinox and solstice too, when a small time when they won’t ring, it is a period of silence to reflect on the past seasons and when they begin clanging again it celebrates light coming back into the world. The Easter lily, or Candidum Lily, represents purity, chastity and innocence, and is the symbol of the Resurrection and Easter because it flowers from what seems as a lifeless bulb, also the symbol of fertility among Greek, Roman and Egyptian cultures and the symbol of the Virgin Mary. The cross and the sheep represent new life. And then, there’s the Lenten wreath, made of rose vines and thistle, which represents the "Crown of Thrones' placed upon our Lord's head by Pontius Pilate when he mockingly proclaimed Him to be "The King of the Jews", with those six white candles representing the six weeks of Lent, one black candle that is lit on Good Friday, and three nails of the nails used to place Christ upon the cross. So never believe you lied to your child about there being an Easter bunny. The Easter bunny is in us all, as we are all hoppity-hopping about spreading new life and joy among one another.

(giggles) For me, every day I want to nurture my inner-child. G.K Chesterson says, “Happy is he who still loves something he loved in the nursery: He has not been broken in two by time; he is not two men, but one, and he has saved not only his soul but his life.” I almost consider “man” to be a blunt, gruff, lackadaisical, crotchety, hog-tying, rather dirty word sometimes. Ever so often men are stereotyped as expected to be strong, stern, rigid, and stiff-necked, and I believe strength is a value, but men should always never be afraid to share their emotions too, and ever so often I see those who are deadpan, poker-faced, stony-eyed, thick-skinned, or, just simply, emotionless. I just have to say to myself, “When I grow up, I want to be a boy forever!”. Boys too are being taught not to cry and become men too early, but I believe what Friedrich Nietzsche said, saying, “In every real man a child is hidden that wants to play. “ And that’s just what I want to do; give the boy in my heart a hug each day and hold his little hand each step of the way. “Children have neither past nor future; they enjoy the present, which very few of us do”. I believe in this always, which applies especially today in a time where all you see on newspaper headlines and MSNBC is the war on terrorism and fears of possible terrorism attacks each day. That is not what our children should be hearing. Instead, we should take Goethe’s word for it and ask children and birds how cherries and strawberries taste again.

So I beg of you, now that the spring has come, don’t take what it has to offer for granted. Embrace your inner-child, go outside and toss Frisbees, do the Watusi, at least go on a walk around your neighborhood every once in a while. The admission is free for this cosmic zoo, so take advantage of the time! Believe me, Christ wants it that way for every one of us! Don’t forget all He endured compared to every one of us, yet He still smiled seeing the children.

God Bless You All, and…namaste!

Current Mood: (Happy)

Love,
Noah Eaton


"You'll find something that's enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don't receive you
You should turn yourself around and come back home" MB20
 
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