From bogus@does.not.exist.com Tue Aug 1 18:25:34 2006 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Tue, 1 Aug 2006 18:25:34 -0500 (CDT) Subject: [communities] GGF Proposal Submission Message-ID: <20060801232534.C96444E711@mail.ogf.org> proposers_name: affiliation: email: proposed_title: session_type: proposed_duration: target_audience: num_attendees: abstract: synopsis: tech_requirements: prereq_participants: advertise_suggestion: From bogus@does.not.exist.com Tue Aug 1 18:25:38 2006 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Tue, 1 Aug 2006 18:25:38 -0500 (CDT) Subject: [communities] GGF Proposal Submission Message-ID: <20060801232538.1BEA34E724@mail.ogf.org> proposers_name: affiliation: email: proposed_title: session_type: proposed_duration: target_audience: num_attendees: abstract: synopsis: tech_requirements: prereq_participants: advertise_suggestion: From bogus@does.not.exist.com Sun Aug 13 19:05:34 2006 From: bogus@does.not.exist.com () Date: Sun, 13 Aug 2006 19:05:34 -0500 (CDT) Subject: [communities] GGF Proposal Submission Message-ID: <20060814000534.1C3BC4E711@mail.ogf.org> proposers_name: affiliation: email: proposed_title: session_type: proposed_duration: target_audience: num_attendees: abstract: synopsis: tech_requirements: prereq_participants: advertise_suggestion: From vjeyyu at rhythmicvisions.com Thu Aug 17 23:54:59 2006 From: vjeyyu at rhythmicvisions.com (Pol Rodgers) Date: Thu, 17 Aug 2006 23:54:59 -0500 Subject: [communities] sign headquarters Message-ID: <001201c6c283$bba2f151$ce8a9d40@pnnpv> I want you to stop at the drugstore and git me abottle of Redferns Blood Bitters. But tonightValancy caught her breath with the old pain and sting of it. The only thing she really enjoyedwas a funeral. Clear up that mess and leave the bushalone. Howeverthat might be, Olives third venture met with everybodys approval. It would hurt UncleHerberts feelings if she stayed away, and she rather liked UncleHerbert. When she was young they allowed her towear white, but that had been tacitly dropped for some years. It did not wreck Valancys, or even damage it. And the time when, at eight, she had stolensome raspberry jam from Aunt Wellingtons pantry. Nothing really pleasant had every happened toValancy. It was a beautiful bush and quite ornamental. Oh, if there were only any hope of being able to forget it! Frederick and Cousin Stickles had noticed a few thingsthat made them uneasy BEFORE the dinner. And she would be watched and checked like a baby and never let doanything or go anywhere alone. Her lips twitched as she lookedat the straggling bush. Her clan had always consideredher very dull. She had made such patheticefforts to be pretty that night. Valancy had been guiltyof impertinence to HER. Valancyturned away resolutely and began building another dust-pile. Im sick of fragrance of dead things, said Valancy. These family celebrations were all hopelessly dull. She always considered Herberts gracesentirely too short and flippant. Valency had reached the door, but she turned. What, said Uncle Benjamin, is the difference between a donkeyand a postage-stamp? -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: http://www.ogf.org/pipermail/communities/attachments/20060817/bbd09396/attachment.html -------------- next part -------------- A non-text attachment was scrubbed... Name: not available Type: image/gif Size: 43271 bytes Desc: not available Url : http://www.ogf.org/pipermail/communities/attachments/20060817/bbd09396/attachment.gif From zjooo at sagratelupurpu.it Sat Aug 19 10:47:24 2006 From: zjooo at sagratelupurpu.it (Becky Roe) Date: Sat, 19 Aug 2006 11:47:24 -0400 Subject: [communities] rampant Message-ID: <002901c6c3a7$d31c7609$32983142@vvg> She sat rocking herself quickly back and forthand moved her hands as if she were spinning. A few months later he took to hisbed, and then Our Lord let him depart from me. By your leave, wheredoes this good man come from? Now Im a man of five thousand dollars ormore. If you have wakened me, mother, she said, it was no kindness. Silently they rose,pushed the boat out on the water, sprang into it, and seized the oars. Idropped what I had in my hand, ran in, and cried, Mads, Mads, Godforgive you, what are you doing? Nor did she remember me from my last visit, but after aWelcome! The little boy began to collect stones and arrangethem in ordered squares. Then she cried, Mother, let mesee him, she begged. Filled with melancholy thoughts, I went my way. Yes, thats true, greatgrandpa, she whimpered. Sometimes itseemed to me it would have been better if the two young people couldhave been married. When he saw thatshe couldnt abide him, he got angry and wanted to hurt her. It was awarm, quiet September day just like last time. By your leave, wheredoes this good man come from? I told her, and reminded her that I had been there some years ago. Its dark red disk glowed between strips ofcloud. It might have been an hour or so past midnight when I awakened. By meansof a rope they lowered it to the water. A few seconds later they cried, There, shes stuck! Their cries cut my young heartlike knives. Stillwe thought the girl would have had more sense than to set her heart onsuch a green boy. It was awarm, quiet September day just like last time. In the sand valley right north of me they stopped. Wait a bit, Cecil, said the other woman, putting down her cards, letme come with you. The bannshave been read three times for Esben and me in Paradise. To my great surprise the sea was not verymuch disturbed. But the father said, as heturned to me, While the grass grows, the mare dies. Poor dear Michel could neverforget it; he was never himself again. Itmust have been the captain and his wife. -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: http://www.ogf.org/pipermail/communities/attachments/20060819/dec6412c/attachment.html -------------- next part -------------- A non-text attachment was scrubbed... Name: not available Type: image/gif Size: 88 bytes Desc: not available Url : http://www.ogf.org/pipermail/communities/attachments/20060819/dec6412c/attachment.gif -------------- next part -------------- A non-text attachment was scrubbed... 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Name: not available Type: image/gif Size: 3568 bytes Desc: not available Url : http://www.ogf.org/pipermail/communities/attachments/20060819/dec6412c/attachment-0008.gif From qoameb at texasrangers.com Tue Aug 22 09:57:28 2006 From: qoameb at texasrangers.com (Arthur Sparks) Date: Tue, 22 Aug 2006 16:57:28 +0200 Subject: [communities] slingshot Message-ID: <000e01c6c5fb$b41f9710$3e4a6852@fiqh.akhkbu> Dont you see we can crack the shell ofmystery? Thats the answer Ive been giving myself, but Im not sure thatits sound. But my post at present is in and around thispark. But the meal was not the jovial affair which Jaikie remembered ofold. Some rumours must have gotabroad, and the approaches to my house will be watched. If you got him on aplatform you might make capital out of his foolishness. I neversaw a chap so scared as that secretary man. Its not precisely a moral question, but its a matter ofgood taste. Unfortunately the situation is not so simple. Then came a descent and the noise of a rapid stream. He has astaff like Buckingham Palace, and they were on the telephone allevening to Glasgow. Thats the mystery Im out to solve, and Ill get to the bottom ofit or my name isnt Albert Tibbets. Wi yin o them hell maybe managedown the road. Youre saying toyourself, Dougal gets dafter every day. Will nobody give the body aflea in his ear? It is unfair to eavesdrop on the babble of youth when its flow hasbeen long pent up. There was a huge bell pendant from one ofthe pillars and this Jaikie rang. When she returned it was with a solemn face. Thats surely Scotch enough, said Jaikie laughing. There was noevening mist, and in the twilight every hill stood out clean-cut ina purple monochrome. Im for breaking a mans head, and Iprobably end by shaking hands. We never saw the post fora week, and every brig atween here and Portaway gaed doun to theSolway. I did not, but Ive been up since six myself. Jaikie began to whistlesoftly with pure delight, for he had seen a vision. Theywere anxious to drag me into the election, but I have consistentlyrefused. Dougals hand surreptitiously found Jaikies wrist and held ittight. If I want a thing changed I must drive at it like a young bull. -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: http://www.ogf.org/pipermail/communities/attachments/20060822/2113b020/attachment.html -------------- next part -------------- A non-text attachment was scrubbed... Name: not available Type: image/gif Size: 39849 bytes Desc: not available Url : http://www.ogf.org/pipermail/communities/attachments/20060822/2113b020/attachment.gif From guccnk at stukas.com Tue Aug 22 15:05:21 2006 From: guccnk at stukas.com (Aloys Pruitt) Date: Tue, 22 Aug 2006 17:05:21 -0300 Subject: [communities] birthmark Message-ID: <000601c6c627$9d812b23$18d931be@vbkibt> She did not answer and he repeated the query. She was silent, trying to realize what it meant, or might mean. It will be my house and I am to manage it, just as Ialways have. I wish to goodness I had, she said, impulsively. Perhaps you and he will get along first-rate. Sherose and walked to the door of the inner office. David Cummingslistened intently, breaking in occasionally to ask a pointedquestion. You are a wonderful friend, Captain Cummings. And the consequences were certain to be mostdisagreeable. When she came down to the sitting room Azure waswaiting her. You arent theonly business Brewster, young woman. She went on to tell of Brother Benjamins plans for their jointfuture. Then we wont talk about it, he agreed, cheerfully. Andshe had so enjoyed her daily work in the bank. Hewont be troubled by my hurrying away again, you may be sure ofthat. The thought uppermost in her mind shedid, however, express. Philander Cahoon suddenly became very busy at his desk by thewindow. I kindof hoped they would let me alone for a few minutes. She foundherself speculating, guessing, as to what might lie behind it. Mary went up to see him and found him cheerful, hisill temper apparently gone. It ought to be an interesting situation,I should say. You have mademe a wonderful offer and I ought to accept and be thankful. Now there is one more point I amasking you to consider. The sitting roomdoor was closed and, after a moment, he rapped upon one of thepanels. It was one of the causes ofher hesitancy in accepting her brothers proposal. You have mademe a wonderful offer and I ought to accept and be thankful. Peter Hall grunted acknowledgment, but barely that. Perhaps she might come to feel that she should accept it in anyevent. Even Peter Halls proposal of marriage was, for the time, drivenfrom her mind. -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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I am not asexperienced and blas? in such affairs as you seem to be. Hes clean off, and even Norma hadto admit as much to me. You wont, if you dont sleeponce in a while. Itold her Id like to do all I could to help her through hertrouble, but she wouldnt take my help. She was looking at him again, looking him through and through. She turned to him, but only to ask a question. Youre sick now,and if you go off yonder youll be dead. Seleucus was wearingoilskins, rubber boots and souwester. The day after we got back from the Flyaway. And I didnt intend to saythem to you, Norma. If it hadnt been for you, hedeclares, the men would have obeyed his orders. Benoni had spent practically all histime there since the day of his crews rebellion. Its wet and raw and no kind of weather for a sickman to take chances in. He hadno idea of staying on at Setuckit as captain. Is itlikely I could see your father lose his place and then take itmyself? But she wont listen, dont seem to evenwant to hear you named, she dont. But say, Cal, you aintmarried; you can do what you want to. No, if I wasyou, I wouldnt go nigh him now. Probably she used to own a dog once that looked like him. The hopelessness of the tangle in which fatehad wound him was always more and more apparent. -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: http://www.ogf.org/pipermail/communities/attachments/20060828/85730e14/attachment.html -------------- next part -------------- A non-text attachment was scrubbed... Name: not available Type: image/gif Size: 32013 bytes Desc: not available Url : http://www.ogf.org/pipermail/communities/attachments/20060828/85730e14/attachment.gif From synlnm at publishdata.com Wed Aug 30 17:38:35 2006 From: synlnm at publishdata.com (Veronica Roberson) Date: Wed, 30 Aug 2006 17:38:35 -0500 Subject: [communities] look Message-ID: <001401c6cc85$c999472c$1f36a3bd@gzxx.dyjfb> Hes just been waitin to gethimself a woman. Say, slidin down a slope of grass an pine needles will take thetenderfoot out of you, he retorted. Denmeade clambered down a steep trail, leaving Lucy above. It made Lucy a little sensitive to her attire. Edd crossed the clearing and plunged into the forest. Edds voice sounded a noteentirely at variance with his usual easy, cool, drawling nonchalance. Trustingly Lucy got down on hands and knees, and then lay prone, with herface just above the water. Lucy put a pan of water on the stove to heat, and slippedback into bed. Its blue snow water, thebest kind, comin down from the Rim. Sam aint a-goin to, returned her husband. Now shift back to this other bee line, instructed Edd. They did not hear her footsteps on thesoft earth. It waslevel, open in glades, aisles, and dense in thickets and patches. This hyar mesa is high an dry, warm in winter an cool insummer. Often they hadspent the gloaming hour this way. The children made it a play, a game,a delight, over which they screamed and fought. Reckon Ill be glad to have you all packin buckets of honey,drawled Edd. Lucy in her passionate devotionhad thought only of her sister. Joe was the bestone with horses, Dick with tools. This wild bird was asbeautiful as a peacock. Lucy put a pan of water on the stove to heat, and slippedback into bed. This woodland differed from any she had visited. How utterly she, too, was at the mercy of her imagination! Fortunately Lucy recollected Eddswarning to have a care to turn the damper in the stove-pipe. Then the other trees were as large in proportion. My dear, youve slept three-fourths of the time youve been here, day aswell as night. Uncle Bill carried forth the packs of food, which he had hidden from thechildren. Wal, heres where we start, announced Edd enthusiastically. Bears love sweetstuff, most of all honey. Lee, tell their fortune with beans, suggested Mrs. An the forest, just like this, will surround the homesteads. NextLucy heard a loud threshing in the brush just in front, and a heavythumping. -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: http://www.ogf.org/pipermail/communities/attachments/20060830/290d2fa3/attachment.html -------------- next part -------------- A non-text attachment was scrubbed... Name: not available Type: image/gif Size: 40795 bytes Desc: not available Url : http://www.ogf.org/pipermail/communities/attachments/20060830/290d2fa3/attachment.gif