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And that is a line from what?

Thought for Today: ``America has been called a melting pot, but it seems better to call it a mosaic, for in it each nation, people or race which has come to its shores has been privileged to keep its individuality, contributing at the same time its share to the unified pattern of a new nation.'' - King Baudouin I of Belgium (1930-1993).



09/13/05 20:00

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This is cyber space, WA2K radio.

Act 2, scene 1?

<smile> Welcome back, Francis. I would have to search the Act and the scene, but methinks you know the play.

and Letty awards Francis the Croix de Guerre while kissing him on that one cheek.

Good Morning WA2K.

And today's birthdays are:

1543 - Claudio Aquaviva, Italian Jesuit (d. 1615)
1547 - Johan van Oldenbarnevelt, Dutch statesman (d. 1619)
1656 - Thomas Baker, English antiqurian (d. 1746)
1737 - Michael Haydn, Austrian composer (d. 1806)
1760 - Luigi Cherubini, Italian composer (d. 1842)
1769 - Alexander von Humboldt, German naturalist and explorer (d. 1859)
1804 - John Gould, English ornithologist (d. 1881)
1804 - Louis Maigret, French Catholic prelate (d. 1882)
1849 - Ivan Pavlov, Russian scientist, recipient of the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine (d. 1936)
1867 - Charles Dana Gibson, American artist (d. 1944)
1879 - Margaret Sanger, American birth control advocate (d. 1966)
1880 - Archie Hahn, American athlete (d. 1955)
1886 - Jan Masaryk, Czech foreign minister and diplomat (d. 1948)
1898 - Hal B. Wallis, American film producer (d. 1986)
1909 - Peter Scott, English naturalist, artist, and explorer (d. 1989)
1913 - Jacobo Arbenz, President of Guatemala (d. 1971)
1914 - Lída Baarová, Czech actress (d. 2000)
1914 - Clayton Moore, American actor (d. 1999)
1920 - Mario Benedetti, Uruguayan writer
1926 - Michel Butor, French novelist
1933 - Harve Presnell, American actor
1934 - Kate Millett, American feminist writer
1936 - Walter Koenig, American actor
1938 - Nicol Williamson, Scottish-born actor
1940 - Larry Brown, American basketball coach
1947 - Sam Neill, Irish actor
1949 - Eikichi Yazawa, Japanese rock singer
1950 - Paul Kossoff, British guitarist (Free) (d. 1976)
1959 - Morten Harket, Norwegian singer (a-ha)
1968 - Michelle Stafford, American actress
1970 - Craig Montoya, American musician (Everclear)
1971 - Kimberly Williams, American actress
1973 - Nas, American rapper
1974 - Hicham El Guerrouj, Moroccan athlete
1978 - Carmen Kass, Estonian model
1981 - Bilal Skaf
1986 - Ai Takahashi, Japanese J-pop idol

Did I ever post here, the TextMessage version of Romeo & Juliet? ??



Rom + Jul by Wil Sh@kspr

Act 1

Romeo : R u awake? Want 2 chat?
Juliet: O Rom. Where4 art thou?
Romeo: Outside yr window.
Juliet: Stalker!
Romeo: Had 2 come. feeling jiggy.
Juliet: B careful. My family h8 u.
Romeo: Tell me about it. What about u?
Juliet: 'm up for marriage f u are.. Is tht a bit fwd?
Romeo: No. Yes. No. Oh, dsnt mat-r, 2moro @ 9?
Juliet: Luv U xxxx
Romeo: CU then xxxx

Act 2

Friar: Do u?
Juliet: I do
Romeo: I do

Act 3

Juliet: Come bck 2 bed. It's the nightingale not the lark.
Romeo: OK
Juliet: !!! I ws wrong !!!. It's the lark. U gotta go. Or die.
Romeo: Damn. I shouldn't hv wasted Tybalt & gt banished.
Juliet: When CU again?
Romeo: Soon. Promise. Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu.
Juliet: Miss u big time.

Act 4

Nurse: Yr mum says u have 2 marry Paris!!
Juliet: No way. Yuk yuk yuk. n-e-way, am mard 2 Rom.

Act 5

Friar: Really? O no. U wl have 2 take potion that makes u look ded.
Juliet: Gr8

Act 6

Romeo: J-why r u not returning my texts?
Romeo: RUOK? Am abroad but phone still works.
Romeo: TXT ME!
Batty: Bad news. J dead. Sorry m8

Act 7

Romeo: J-wish u wr able 2 read this...am now poisoning & and climbing in yr
grave. LUV U Ju xxxx

Act 8

Juliet: R-got yr text! Am alive! Ws faking it! Whr RU? Oh...
Friar: Vry bad situation.
Juliet: Nightmare. LUVU2. Always. Dagger. Ow!!!

Good morning, Raggedy. Thanks once again for your celeb updates, PA.

Clayton Moore is a very romantic ranger, no? Silver ain't so bad either.

Oh, my word, listeners. There's that brat Pavlov. <smile>. Anyone salivating?

Is that the Haydn who composed the Surprise Symphony? If so, does anyone know why it is so called?

Pavlov's Dog. (can anyone believe there is such a group?)


VALKERIE
David Surkamp

And here you are
Away from us all
And all you've got is champagne
And tea for two
And so it goes
On with the show
And I hope all your dreams come true
Bring back the good old days
In time...always in your time

On and on, cause she's a long hard climb
Pure of heart cause she's so hard to find
All he'd lost was given clear and free
For the love of a Valkerie

McTag, I love that fractured Shakespeare. Really laughing.

Well, my goodness, listeners. I'm surprised that Walter did not catch my mistake on Haydn.

Perhaps this will clear it up:

Surprise Symphony

While composing his so-called "Surprise Symphony" (the 94th), Haydn relished the prospect of revealing the surprise: "That," he explained, "will make the ladies scream!"

ONE MORE QUESTION:

Exactly what did he mean by making them scream?

Going from very soft pp to very loud ff on the score, suddenly.

I heard he was fed up with people dozing off at concerts.

Hey, Taggers. You got the second part correct, but the secret was in the hand cymbal's crash.

Sooooo. Since I awarded Francis a full medal and half a kiss, I award you a half a medal with two kisses. <smile>

Actually, Haydn's 94th symphony is called originally (in German) 'Symphonie mit dem Paukenschlag' - "Symphony with the drumbeat" - so there's no surprise at all for those, who understand German

Well, Walter. I wondered where you were. You don't want the Iron Cross, do ya? :wink:

We'll make this heavy metal song fit the occasion, folks.

Bon Jovi


I'll be there for you
These five words I swear to you
When you breathe I want to be the air for you
I'll be there for you
I'd live and I'd die for you
Steal the sun from the sky for you
Words can't say what a love can do
I'll be there for you

I know you know we're had some good times
Now they have their own hiding place
I can't promise you tomorrow
But I can't buy back yesterday

And Baby you know my hands are dirty
But I wanted to be your valentine
I'll be the water when you get thirsty, baby
When you get drunk, I'll be the wine

I'll be there for you
These five words I swear to you
When you breathe I want to be the air for you
I'll be there for you
I'd live and I'd die for you
Steal the sun from the sky for you
Words can't say what a love can do
I'll be there for you

Solo

And I wasn't there when you were happy
I wasn't there when you were down
I didn't mean to miss your birthday, baby
I wish I'd seen you blow those candles out

I'll be there for you
These five words I swear to you
When you breathe I want to be the air for you
I'll be there for you
I'd live and I'd die for you
Steal the sun from the sky for you
Words can't say what a love can do
I'll be there for you

Well, it's all some kind of ore, right? <smile>

The Silver Cross

Chapter 8

It was Sunday morning and Jimmy Cash got up out of bed with a splitting headache from the booze the night before. He went down the stairs slowly and over to the kitchen fridge. He cracked open a Bud Ice and sat on the couch guzzling it down. Janet was fixing her hair and putting on her makeup in the bathroom when Jimmy asked her, what that hell are you doing b****?

Janet said, I have to pick up some groceries and do so errands in town today. Jimmy retorted what f***** errands? Janet replied that she wanted to get her hair done and had an appointment with Brenda at 3:15...

Jimmy said what is that c*** up to? Janet replied with blanketed disgust, oh the same ole same ole. Jimmy grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. It was the black preacher Jerry Heinz preaching on the tube. He was saying in a fevered tone. "You know someday the lawd is gonna get you... Yes, ladies and gentlemen I say someday the lawd is gonna get you..." Everyone replied with amens and halleluiahs brothers and sisters... Jerry went on to preaching and said, "Someday the lawd is gonna walk right up and knock on your door (he pounded his fist down upon the pulpit) and he will, as assuredly as you and I are here right now today, reach into the darkness of your heart and you'll be changed in the wink of an eye (he said smiling)...

The people were now all boisterous, clapping hands with shouting and proud praises... Now with all of his strength and veracity with his voice rolling and rumbling in a fevered pitch Jerry said, "I say again someday the lawd is gonna get you!" Jerry then broke into a soul felt song, the congregation reached their hands into the air as Jerry sung the words, "Touch the hand of God, over and over..." Jimmy switched the channel and said what the hell is this f****** bulls*** crap! Why don't these f****** people get a life...

Janet said under her breath, "Why don't you get a life... Jimmy overheard her and said what the hell did you say b****? Janet knew this was not going to be one of Jimmy's better days. Things had been building all week. Ever since Dennis let him go as the machine shop all Jimmy has done is sit on the couch and drink beer. He has not even wanted to play poker with his buddies. He has felt that the whole world has been against him. Janet knew his problems were about to come screeching to the surface.

The years of abuse from Jimmy's father had finally taken it's toll. Though Janet loved Jimmy so very much, no one in town could understand why. They only knew that Jimmy would keep beating her and she would run back to him so they ceased to advise her any longer to leave him.

Jimmy got up and repeated, "So you think I need to get a life?" He walked over to the bathroom and with all his might slapped her across the face with the back of his hand. Janet dropped her eyebrow pencil and immediately went down... She laid on the floor sobbing. What kind of a wife are you you f****** s***? You can't even hang on to your own kids... Janet screamed back, "They were your children too!" Jimmy said, "You talk to me like that again b**** and I swear I'll kill you. Jimmy enraged grabbed Janet by the hair and dragged her into the living room where he proceeded to kick the living daylights out of her...

Suddenly he stopped and went for another drink of his beer on the coffee table and sat back down on the couch. He said you had better thank the lawd for Budweiser b****...

Janet with all of her strength got herself up and half crawled back into the bathroom. When she looked into the mirror her face was bruised and her hair was half pulled out on one side. She thought silently it would take a miracle today for Brenda to do anything with this mess. She tied her hair up into a bun and covered her bruises as best she could while tears still flowed streaking her mascara... Janet threw on her old trusty sunglasses and headed for the front screen door. She hollered back at Jimmy I'll be at Brenda's and the A&P. Jimmy said. "You know what you just got for talking to me in that tone and there is allot more where that came from you stupid f****** b****!" Jimmy switched the remote to the sports channel and cracked open another beer and drank it down halfway in one gulp as his splitting headache seemed to dull into a mild thumping...

Janet walked three miles across town to Brenda's where each agonizing step brought on her own headache that symphonized with the other pains in her body and seemed to somehow turn into a emotional form of bliss. Janet had learned years ago how to shut off pain. She could just refuse to feel anymore...



Eric (rexred) Pedersen

I masked the swears so as not to offend any listeners...

http://rexred.com/thesilvercross.html

Letty sorry for the shock from Hayden to horror...

Haydn is not the only one with a surprise symphony...

Welcome back, Rex. We appreciate your having shared Jimmy's troubled life with us. I'm trying to imagine how in the world Janet would continue to love the man. Frankly, I don't think she does. I believe that she is an enabler.

Now I am wondering if your male character has been traumatized by religion, especially the way he reacts to the tele-evangelist.

Incidentally, Rex. I like that "from Haydn to Horror". As a matter of fact, buddy. Music is the way to make dialogue and exposition sit up and growl and purr at the same time.<smile>

Letty, I believe there is actually a psychological term for people traumatized by religion... I cannot remember the actual term though.

I guess I just needed time for the story to incubate in my mind...

It is always a pleasure and privilege to post on your airwaves

I might mention

The link to my book

IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS

or those offended by strong language...

Hmmm, Rex. I really don't know the psychological term for that exact thing, but I most certainly will ferret it out.

Every one is welcome to read their creations on our little radio. right listeners?

Personally, I appreciate your compliment, Rex. Thank you.

As for the minors, Rex. They probably know more than you or I about such things. <smile>

You know, folks. Everyone likes Dahl's Willie Wonka, but personally I prefer his short stories.

I just this minute re read "Beware of the Dog", and I was captivated at how well that man could make a point of horror without using morbid diction.

In thinking about Rex's description of an abusive situation, I found the exact song that sums it up.

At first, when you hear Alice Cooper sing it, pity for the woman comes to mind, but then if you keep going over the lyrics, undistracted by the music, you'll see that the "woman" allows the abuse to continue.

Only Women Bleed
Alice Cooper
(A. Cooper/D. Wagner)

Man's got his woman to take his seed
He's got the power - oh
She's got the need
She spends her life through pleasing up her man
She feeds him dinner or anything she can

She cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don't come home at all
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed

Man makes your hair gray
He's your life's mistake
All you're really lookin' for is an even break

He lies right at you
You know you hate this game
He slaps you once in a while and you live and love in pain

She cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don't come home at all
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed

Black eyes all of the time
Don't spend a dime
Clean up this grime
And you there down on your knees begging me please come
Watch me bleed

Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed

Make sense, folks?