Q-Notes, the first 100 years:
December 14, 1996So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, times i feel like Lord Byron's eagle: soaring with a friend; relishing our freedom; treasuring our joy; only to suddenly find myself shot through the heart; my own gifted feather gracing the painful dart... thanksgiving day... i cleaned the tiles in my bathroom with a toothbrush... i bagged every article of clothing (and shoes) that i had not worn in a year, to take to the Christian Women's Center... i stripped the wax from the kitchen floor... i sat quetly before my God, to pray, and receive... i offered up many tears. do not feel sorry for me... i had many offers to spend the day among friends. it was my choice to stay home, alone. these things needed to be done... so i carried my birthday flowers from room to room, not wanting them away from me any longer, but savoring their beauty and purpose. i did the necessary things... i thought about how dear some of you have become. i still marvel that you, knowing me only through these pages, remain so faithful, writing to me when i cannot write back... for various reasons. each friendship is so different from the rest. i'm so glad that something i do is pleasing and fun for so many. you have excellent suggestions and i hope to find time to actually try some of them. you often write the words i need to hear, (and i know that's our Father, taking care of you and me...) i am so grateful and thankful to Him for you all. how you grace my life with your care, encouragement, and prayers. when i am feeling particularly dull and dunce-like, your letters appear telling me how you value my intelligence... or my strength... or my spirituality... i am humbled every time i sit down and open my email. so mykl, and his wonderful wife weather a "major difficulty" together, yet he calls me "ms. petra" admiring my strength... and mary, i must owe you several years worth of time; yet, you tell me how blessed you are that i am in your life... of all the preachers who correspond with me, nell, you are so precious to me; and i treasure the few words we are able to exchange. your faithful prayers are felt deep in my spirit (smilegoeshere - remembering the hound of heaven). ches, and barbara, and chassie, and carolyn, and max... i am amazed at how deep is your love and concern for me... you are such amazing women... i am so blessed. mica, joe, er, kenny... you men are so honorable and so mighty in your integrity. the intellectual pursuit, that artistry of cognitive beauty you lend to me... how fortunate are your wives, and i'm sure they know that quite well... i envy them (in a righteous way, of course ;-) i pray the power of The Eternal burst over your lives as an enlivening jettison.. i could go on and on, you know how verbose i can get... there are so many more of you who give nourishment to my soul and spirit... yet, you say you are blessed by me. how very fortunate, and to be envied am i, because my Lord has brought each of you into my life, and i am exquisitely enriched thereby. please know, that i continually call your names before The Eternal. at my computer that day, i wrote so many things. and now my birthday flowers no longer exude that marvelous fragrance; and no longer the little knives... "ENUF!" SAID THE QUEEN. "OFF WITH HER HEAD!" ok, ok, here's what i've done: mmf mutter dgmdn mutterff mutter mutter.... because of the enormous time consumption of my current contract, theses changes have taken me well over 2 months to complete-- bits o'time here and there-- i rearranged the two default pages, the frames version and the non-frames alternative; modified some writings, and added more secret links to wonderful and weird places (no, i'm not going to tell you where the secret links are, you have to look for them...); wrote another blessing, and put it with the others, safe, where only the one who needs it can find it; posted another poem to the wasted love letters; and published three new poems in the Belles Lettres. i also bought some beautiful wool carpets, and an espresso maker... now i can have mochas in the middle of the night, if i want--n'yah, n'yah, neener, neener... on the job front: a major world-wide company has made an attractive offer to me. so after christmas i'm flying out to a place called newport beach in california (i think that's down near mexico) to check it out. some of you know how "well" i do flying (meniere's) so a friend is meeting me at the airport in sacramento (if she shows up with a wheel chair, i'll kill her --later when i'm no longer dizzy). after a short visit there, another friend will meet me in san francisco and we'll drive down to newport beach. i feel iffy on this... not sure about the barometric pressure in california... and other things... however, if netscape were to call, i'd be on the next flight... and i wouldn't even care about the wheelchair! (well, i might care some... ;-) to all who love me and pray so faithfully for me, i offer up my sacrifice of thanksgiving to The Eternal... and pray for you a blessed, and love-filled christmas. i remain reflective still...
---y quiero el principe de mi, con todas el corazon de mi, por siempre jamas...
October 29, 1996i am exceptionally pleased to post a Belles Lettres from Jonathan Javor, a 10th grade student in Isreal. i also made a few minor adjustments here and there. but one major one. now, please don't beat me up, but i had to take down the whine cellar. i just don't have the time to go through all your stories, there were so many. and they were all so good... well, sort of... well most of them were good... er, actually, some of them were quite good... uh, gee, "i'm really sorry you have to die..." -- famous ENTJ quote (supplied by mykl, of course; who just loves being a brat to me, but actually really loves me for the wonderful, sweet, quiet, unobtrusive, passive, little ENTJ that i am... tee hee hee) and anyway, now i actually have to get up in the morning and GO to work somewhere. and even more bizarre, they actually expect me to work while i'm there. of course, you all know that i never did anything that remotely resembled work before their headhunter "compelled" me into taking the first interview...
i thought i would hate it, actually getting "married" to a company again, but i really like this company, i love the challenges, and the man who recognized just how brilliant, creative, stunning, extraordinary, uncommon, sterling, noteworthy and unique i am, is even more clever than i... i know this will be a difficult concept for you, but i intend to benefit (learn) enormously (a whole lot) from his strategic acumen (the man's a genius, what can i say) he is the main reason i took the position... quite frankly, i can't believe i'm having so much fun! but i digress... after all, i still have lost little wishes, and still give away blessings without the kiss.
October 20, 1996 - part 2you all are so kind to me... however did i manage to attract such incredibly sweet, generous, and loving people to my little cyber-playground? i promise you, i feel your prayers. they buoy me, and enable me to shake off this mouldering self-pity! i am so humbled, that my loving Father would bring to me such a host of His very own gems... which, indeed you all are. i marvel at your faithfulness to me. i know you are very busy, i know some of you have quite pressing responsibilities. yet, you honor me; you grace me in sharing our Father's love... though i may never see any of you face2face in this place, i know a place where we can play together... and we will kiss each other's skinned knees (because everbuudy knows that kisses to boo-boos are magickal). thank you, so much more than my diddly words could ever say, thank you, for caring so much. about my nine little fingers... well, i actually do have ten; five on each hand. but i sliced one of them off a long number of years ago, doing things with a too-sharp-knife that i certainly shouldn't have been doing. there was, however, a brilliant hand surgeon, and after 4, or 5, or maybe it was 6 operations, i don't remember, but he put it all back together. i say nine fingers, because i do not use that finger to type, (means i can't play everything i would like to play on a piano, or keyboard; and i can't play the recorder anymore). but i play one really mean computer!!!! (smilegoeshere)
October 20, 1996i should probably say: first things first... but today i don't seem to know the first thing about first things... and i am quite sad... but, i always survive... i changed some things; got rid of some things; lost some things; found some things. i put up a new thing: "wasted love letters" after all, why should anything be for naught? of course, i know you'll let me know what you think of it... (smilegoeshere) i am going to take my nine little fingers, on my two little hands, off the keyboard of the computer that sits in the window that overlooks the gloriously beautiful wilde lake and move them to an office... someone else's office... i have accepted a position with Digital Technics, Inc. i will create/build/drive/manage a documentation/training/internet (etc.) department... hhhmmmm... this is going to be so much fun!!! fasten your seat belts, mujeres y hombres!!
October 15, 1996thank you, thank you... i have enough reader reviewers for the sample chapters from my novel, and as much as i would love to have scores more, --all of you who volunteered,in fact-- i have only so much time to spend on email... but i so much appreciate all the volunteers.. i think (hope) i have managed to respond to all of you who volunteered your time for me in this way... several of you have written to me about the *work in progress* creative piece that explains the God's vamp statement... i appreciate your comments, and hope that my responses to your points are meaningful to you. i hope that as the work progresses, you will continue to comment. for those of you expressing strong feelings (i have often seen/heard this kind of expression referred to as whining and complaining) about the slowness of my postings in the Whine Cellar... well, hells bells! is what my grandmother would say... i only got two hands and only nine fingers to type with... gimme a break... i'm gettin' there, i promise... i did add some more links on the get connected page of the women's room, which is one of the resource repositories for the Adelphi Women's Center and Referral Service, an independent, non-profit organization. (i also sopsy their BBS, pro bono- now that's a circus, those unsuspecting women had no idea what they were getting themselves into when the let me in their computer...) i am about to make a major change in my life... (no, not getting married - lost prince, remember?), i'll know more on wednesday...
October 11, 1996tsk, tsk, and you thought i couldn't do it... for those of you who asked to be a part of my "reader review" team, (QoE bowing to her loyal and oh so faithful volunteers) i have finally posted, taadaa: novel.exe ;-) you have all received your passwords and user ids. whenever you are ready, go to TestNet and enter novel.exe as the filename, the user id and the password i sent to you. i usually disable passwords after 48 hours, but, this is special... in fact, i may just let you keep your id and password for the next novel, for which i am even now doing research. novel.exe (which is a self-extracting compressed file) consists of a synopsis, chapters one, eight, nine, and ten. these are the same pages that are going to the art council for the grant consideration... the rules for those of you who have never done a reader review for an author: read the synopsis first. read the chapters through once quickly. then read them again, slowly. make your comments and notations relavent, and to the point. please be direct. reference chapter and page number. i need to know: "HOW YOU FELT" - "WHAT YOU THOUGHT" - "WHAT, IF ANYTHING, BROKE YOUR FOCUS, OR FLOW OF ATTENTION" . and thank you for taking all that time for me, i really appreciate it. if you live through these (less than 50 pages) and you are a glutton for it, you can ask and i will post the remainder of the novel for you. but i need this feedback first. i have this sneaky kinda feeling that there is one or two of you who didn't know about novel.exe
and you and i have been chatting about this and that, and you would like to review the pages. i really need to limit the number of reviewers, but i am willing to give it to one or two of you with whom i have been communicating lately... (it's either a special, magical "gift" where GOD just
drops metaphysical, "knowledge" about you onto me, that He never tells you... He only tells me, the QoE; OR, it's that expensive french perfume i've always worn since forever, and never wear any other... think of it: expensive french perfume hanging out on a wild, (and don't forget Flamboyant) spanish redhead... now which do you think it is? --thanks again.
October 10, 1996a surprising number of you (at least surprising to me) have asked me about the *one of God's little vamps* statement, so i am writing a creative piece to express *part* of my belief system, world view, moral structure, etc.
the link is active, i am still writing the piece, and you can watch it cook, or wait til it's done. (my grandmother used to bellow out that old saw: "a watched pot never boils;" but i guarantee, this is a very personal piece of fiction, and i will bake it to perfection. (guess that's what God is doing to me; why i'm often bubbling around in hot water... well, at least i am definitive and never tepid.)
October 5, 1996it is my pleasure to post two Belles Lettres
submissions, from Mykl Herdklotz, and Paul Iwancio. please take the time to read them
-- you might want to write to the authors.
September 20, 1996i had to move all the Redhead pages to my other isp, because for some strange reason i cannot fathom, they receive the heaviest traffic. at 2-3 times the number of people accessing ALL the Redhead pages silliness, it is more economically sound for them to be on a server that does not charge for traffic. gee, i guess i haffta actually do something with them. i only put them up as a fun silliness... hhhhmmmmm. you just never know. of course, I have always known how absolutely extraordinary we true redheads are. so, i guess i'll add more stuff... i corrected a lot of piddly things that had somehow gone awry. i'm thinking about posting parts of my novel to a select readership for input, because certain parts are being submitted for a grant from the State Arts Council. i dunno, still thinking. earlier tonight, i spoke at a Women's Center about the Internet, and we all had great fun! i love public speaking; whenever i do it, we always have fun... so, i activated a page of women's resources in the Women's Room i've found in my travels through cyberspace...
September 11, 1996hmmmmmm, can't slip anything by you guys; yesssiree, you're sharp! ok, so i slipped up and forgot to actually put anything on the Women's pages, but, well, my prince was coming... i thought i put stuff on the page... actually, i did put stuff on the page, i just slipped up posting it. obviously, i still have a ways to go...(smile) you might wonder why it's taking me so long to get things organized around here; believe me, i'm wondering the same thing... i did some refining on my Client's TestNet i also did some work on my resumes you should definitely go look at the pdf version, it is really way too cool!!! i even did a little marketing... of my services...
September 6, 1996i finally got enough time together to post "some" of the backlog of the Whine Story. i'll get to the rest of it soon. remember, if you want to participate, you have to submit your whine for some notion of approval. i activated the Wounded Heart link, but i have to warn you, the first installment is only partially written... i'm not finished yet, and the links aren't activated yet because i am still awaiting some legal information. you guys are sooooo impatient! i activated the Women's Room link. same deal... only part of it there... don't have any more time today, i gotta go make myself beautiful... my prince is coming to see me today...
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