Eclair Of Ephebism

How about another poetic parfet, on the sandbox! :)

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Ephebism
By: Noah Eaton
4/28/06

We spend so much time in the air,
when the body speaks what lips and lungs cannot,
seeking the provenance of providence,
from the moon shot to the soft spot,
suspending each strong percussion beat of the heart,
leaving my body with an infatuating hunger,
that can only be satiated and satisfied,
by filling each silence with motion of younger wonder.

My dance is a complex dialogue,
with each part of my body speaking different languages,
syncopating emancipation,
from the monkey bridge to each rainbow ridge,
each forbidden heartbeat is a polymeter seamstress,
woven in each blow struck by the belly button,
I strike it like the beating of a suco drum,
incinerating in the flower of the mouth of ephebism.

Release your inhibitions and embrace your youth,
let loose, slither limber like French vermouth,
I’ll cross-pollinate the world with amiability,
we’ll seek belief deep in this synchronicity,
the purest beauty comes from bodies which believe...

Every rhythm may feel foreign at first,
its immense, intense incense may not make sense,
but I find that the problem’s not the music’s misdirection,
often it’s just the misdirection of listening that overextends,
so I reach and touch the fire in my happy prejudices,
prancing with molasses masses and wasabi wallabies,
and everything the morning star never suspected,
comes alive through promiscuous laughter and polyvocality.

Release your inhibitions and embrace your youth,
let loose, slither limber like French vermouth,
I’ll cross-pollinate the world with amiability,
we’ll seek belief deep in this synchronicity,
the purest beauty comes from bodies which believe...

And it’s through the deep springs of life,
that there’s flight in flexibility,
conducting with my feet,
universal possibility,
even the untrained eye,
can feel the stamina of the sun,
patterning between my feet,
this love I share with everyone...

Release your inhibitions and embrace your youth,
let loose, slither limber like French vermouth,
I’ll cross-pollinate the world with amiability,
we’ll seek belief deep in this synchronicity,
the purest beauty comes from bodies which believe...
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the purest beauty comes from bodies which believe...
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the purest beauty comes from bodies which believe...
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the purest beauty comes from bodies which believe...
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invite your inner-child to dance with me,
invite your inner-child to dance with me...

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Tropics Of Cancer
By: Noah Eaton
4/17/06

Like driftwood ebbing into a safe harbor,
waxing and waning with largesse,
invisible playmates pussyfoot kaleidoscopic quays,
egressing from teeming reefs where lotuses fluoresce,
chariots line the arteries of your memory,
encarmined with brushfires of amber,
you’re a breath of onycha,
ameliorating earth’s eye,
measuring the depth of her own essence,
gilded with an indigo slather.

Throngs of mermaids fill your oceans,
gossamer mists balm me like calamine lotion,
but nothing ever compares to home,
in fathomless tropics of Cancer...

...in the tropics of Cancer...

Soft degrees enshrine your coterie,
lactated in blankets of asphodel,
nestled in your beehive of stars,
moonwort gardens and apricot bars,
and fecund laughter between each breathing spell,
you're the morning star that precedes the dawn,
you're the trumpeter swan,
virtuously vaunting your aurora scarf,
everything of the deep is your family,
unabashedly otherworldly,
the sandbar is your pop-tart,
your pop-tart...

Throngs of mermaids fill your oceans,
gossamer mists balm me like calamine lotion,
but nothing ever compares to home,
in fathomless tropics of Cancer...

...in the tropics of Cancer...

Balance and constant affection,
and silver-toned circumspection,
glisten like nail polish,
and birthday cards each May Day,
you're the pink gourami,
dolphin-kicking within my briny deep,
mellifluous Maori mouth music,
there's never any need for apology,
for the mythology of your genealogy,
new moon of the lagoon,
typhoon of the blue moon...

Throngs of mermaids fill your oceans,
gossamer mists balm me like calamine lotion,
the samba humming betwixt the littoral drift,
each neap tide's shy nourishment,
because nothing ever compares to home,
in fathomless tropics of Cancer...

...in the tropics of Cancer...

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I Paid 25 Cents For My First Kiss At A Kissing Booth And All I Got Was This Bad Case Of Mono
By: Noah Eaton
3/5/06

I was a hopeless romantic,
untying giraffes from telephone poles in Vermont,
the Saint Johnsbury Caledonian,
knighted me the L’enfant of Croissants,
sugarcoating me with a pinch of nonchalance.
I hosted public baths every Saturday night,
in the pond down in Hubbard Park,
I went to Ben & Jerry’s,
created the flavor Contrary Canary,
served with maraschino cherries and cinnamon bark.

Yet something was missing,
something was missing from my life,
my lips were as dry as the Atacama,
chapped with a dust bowl’s strife,
and so I thought over this dilemma,
and then I knew just what to do,
I bought the local lemonade stand drive-through,
and turned it into a drive-through kissing booth.

And so I balmed my lips with vaseline,
olive oil, beeswax and peppermint,
I was prepared to break my kiss-less streak,
I was not about to squint,
a Buddhist monk came to visit,
he offered me peach blossoms for good luck,
I was shaking like a freshman in culinary school,
but I had as much pluck as a pastry truck.

Then suddenly I see cruising down Berlin Street,
in a green Stiletto built from a 1960’s Corvair,
some eager customer making a sharp turn toward me,
I swear I was in a castle in the air,
she said her name was Regina Toscanini,
a Latvian foreign exchange student,
a runner-up World Parcheesi champion,
with a face I could read as animated yet prudent.

So I paid her a quarter and then she leaned forward,
and I felt her lips make the sweet stinging caress,
and then by the time I opened my eyes,
she was gone before I could have the feeling assessed,
oh yeah, I was sure flying high that afternoon,
leaping as high as a kangaroo on Boxing Day,
I felt as though I was skipping down the Appian Way,
Or making the step of the cat in the corps de ballet.

But a month and a half later, I began feeling strange,
I could have sworn I caught the flu,
yet no one at work was under the weather,
and it was the last day of June,
but, oh, how my head was aching,
and my temperature peaked up to 103,
and my throat was all tied up in a knot,
Oh, dear Lord, have mercy on me!

Then I felt, “Malarkey, this is just one of those common colds,
I’m gonna chase it right down to Chinatown,
just a lil’ pomegranate juice and Echinacea milkshake,
will drop that hammer down,
then I headed to Cheung Wai Tak’s acupuncture clinic,
unleashing the qi through all twenty pathways of my body,
wore fourteen wreaths of nutmeg around my neck,
and summoned a witch doctor,
to chant the 109th and 119th psalms incessantly.

Yeah, I felt as though I was winning this cage match,
I felt I got that sickness tangled in a dusty finish,
but suddenly I swear the referee came in with a folding chair,
and threw quite an epidemic gimmick,
like Dracula, I became oversensitive to light,
and my spleen and liver became enlarged,
my tonsils were French-kissing each other in my mouth,
that’s when I knew that first match was merely a midcard.

So I began getting very desperate,
I bore three holes in the middle of a selected tree,
and walked three times around it,
shouting “Flee, you germy hooligan, flee!”
Then I consulted my witch doctor,
asked him if he had a personal rival,
he said, “Ooh eee ooh ah ah,
tic-tac-toe walla-walla no-no!”

I had never felt more tired in all my life,
giraffes and croissants had missed me for weeks,
I was bedridden, stuck playing electronic hand-held Yahtzee,
and marathons of The Lance Krall Show on Spike TV.
Jebediah Joplin’s litter of cats broke through my screen door hole,
strutting around like I conceded defeat and they owned the place,
I felt as though I’ve come to the end of the road,
when Paw-leeze kicked the catnip in my face.

I became death-defiant for resolve,
so I sprung out of my sheets like a coil spring,
hopped right into my low-rider school bus,
making like the cat and the canary down to Doctor Lowenstein,
he gave me a thorough examination,
stuck a butterfly needle in me to check my diagnosis,
and then wasting no time he proclaimed,
“You have what we call a bad case of mononucleosis!”

So he ordered me a prescription of Motrin,
and offered me a shot of Dexatrin,
he urged me to drink plenty of fluids,
and suck on plenty of Mighty Magic Minis and Swirlwinds,
he told me to get plenty of rest,
because exercise could rupture my spleen,
and told me not to take any aspirin,
and warned me, most of all, “No kissing for a few weeks!”

So eventually I healed completely,
and slowly I regained my focus and testosterone,
a hippie chimp covered me of my duties,
and I had my annual lost sock memorial pilgrimage postponed,
I ran down the full length of Theodore Roosevelt Highway,
in my Aunt Agnus’ burgundy angora sweater,
crying “Hallelujah, I can breathe again,
Lord, thank you for freeing me from these parasitic fetters!”

So learn this lesson and learn it well,
if you’re desperate to have your first kiss,
at all costs don’t rush it on some stranger,
especially if it’s a Latvian foreign exchange student...

...wow,
is it National Candied Orange Peel Day or what?

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XOXO,
Noah Eaton
(Mistletoe Angel)
(Emmanuel Endorphin)

Violent Ecstasy In A Waffle Cone Zoot Suit

Freeze this date on your calendar and lick it! Yepper-doodle-dandy, you guessed it.....Ben & Jerry's is celebrating its drool-inducing 28th Annual Free Cone Day jubilation tomorrow from noon to 8 P.M! :) Last year over one million free samples were given away, both in cone or bowl, in every high-falootin' toute-frooozen flavor across their luscious kitchen from the Marsha Marsha Marshmallow to the Gobfather...The Flavor You Can't Refuse!



Golly gee, as Heywood Campbell Brown insisted, "I doubt whether the world holds for anyone a more soul-stirring surprise than the first adventure with ice cream." I only learned just ten minutes ago that Ben & Jerry's fans can get in line as many times as they want (and here I was these past few years leaving my thighs parched of cholestrol like a sucker, LOL!) Yep, those globbety-goopy goobers will be offering generous 4 ounce scoops (measuring three inches across), which one million servings of that gunky downhome goodness equals 250,000 pounds or 125 tons. In fact, did you know that all of the Free Cone Day scoops piled one on top of the other would scrape the sky at 250,000 feet, equivalent to approximately 200 times taller than the Empire State Building?



Not only do I savor Ben & Jerry's scrumptious, ineluctable flavors on any given day.....I also highly respect Ben & Jerry's for their company values. Their mission statwment is progressive-minded and is made up of three interrelated parts. Their Product Mission is "to make, distribute & sell the finest quality all natural ice cream & euphoric concoctions with a continued commitment to incorporating wholesome, natural ingredients and promoting business practices that respect the Earth and the Environment." Their Economic Mission is "to operate the Company on a sustainable financial basis of profitable growth, increasing value for our stakeholders & expanding opportunities for development and career growth for our employees." And finally, their Social Mission is "to operate the company in a way that actively recognizes the central role that business plays in society by initiating innovative ways to improve the quality of life locally, nationally & internationally."



They recognize as I do that the gap between the rich and the poor is wider than at anytime since the 1920's, and they work to generate these economic opportunities for those who have been denied them and see to it they are sustainable. They make their products with no environmental degradation and respect for local farms and rural communities. And they also believe in respect and nonviolence to make peace and justice possible, believing the government should work to strengthen human needs than to produce mass weapons systems. Their 50 Ways To Promote Peace mission on their official web-site is one I adhere and breathe every single day. Whenever I can, I always live up to #6 and love walking to some place I haven't walked yet in the city, and love waltzing right through Chinatown and the Hispanic communities to the south of the city in particular. And I always make efforts to talk to young people like myself about peace, and believe having peace projects in school classrooms as suggested in #46 is a wonderful way to broaden the virtues of peace and non-violence to our children, who will be the voice of tomorrow.



They also are currently promoting the Lick Global Warming Campaign, a project co-sponsored by the Dave Matthews Band (they have a yummy flavor called Magic Brownies that can make all the ants come marching and every Nancy dance, LOL!) and SaveOurEnvironment.org, which is calling for clean, renewable sources of energy, advocating for clean air standards in every state nationwide that could provide 20% of our electricity from clean sources by 2020, promote the Climate Stewardship Act to reduce global warming pollution, and strives to stop oil drilling in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge, one of our nation's largest, pristine wilderness areas. All wonderful progressive values I stand for! :)



Here in Portland, every cone, cake, smoothie and sundae you buy goes to support New Avenues for Youth, LLC, a nonprofit organization that prevents homelessness among youth by immediately responding to their needs, engages homeless youth positively by building trust, stabilizes youth so they can begin to heal from abuse, and educates and train youth so they never have to return to the streets. With my Portland Ben & Jerry's being a PartnerShop, the scoop shop is used as a place to teach young people job and entrepreneurial skills, so that way not only can you enjoy the violent euphoria on your tongue, you also feel good spiritually knowing you're giving back to your community and making a difference, that you've taken part since 1997 in guiding 1,200 youth back into positive living situations and preventing even more from becoming homeless. :)



This frothy opportunity only comes once a year, so seize that good medicine, perhaps to try one of their new flavors of this year like Turtle Soup, Bananas On The Rum or Lemonade Sorbet, and also leave with a pat on your back knowing you're also sprinkling the world with a handful of altruism. :) What's not to like, what's not to like?



In honor of Free Cone Day, everyone will see me sported in my extra-special Cherry Garcia tie-dye, which I've only worn twice in the past year. :) Hey, that reminds me......where can I get one of those snazzy, voguish cow hats? Guess I'll come equipped in a waffle cone zoot suit! :)

XOXO,
Noah Eaton
(Mistletoe Angel)
(Emmanuel Endorphin)

Synchronicity, Belief & Guaraná In The Depth Of Every Measure

¡Canastos! Last night, safety pins were certainly the best friend of many dancers, as Portland State University kicked off its second annual Brazilian Carnaval celebration in the Smith Center's 3rd floor ballroom. Well as the Tunisian dancers say, "A day I don't dance is a day I don't live", and if you're not dancing, you're just wasting your feet, so I went straight there to show off the luminous manifestation of my soul.



In one of my texts for my English 308U course "Dance In Literature", titled "Bodies In The Text: Dance As Theory, Literature As Dance", there is a wonderful contribution by Barbara Browning titled "Samba: The Body Articulate", where she says samba "may seem both fluid, jointless, and at the same time entirely disjointed." (39). As this happens, the dance "narrates a story of racial content, conflict and resistance, not just mimetically across a span of musical time, but synchronically in the depth of a single measure." (39)



There is indeed a great mystique to the origin of this dance, with a diverse imbuing of bloodlines from both African slaves and natives contributing much of its story told through didi no pé, or "speaking with the feet". As she also explains, "samba is as much a fragmentation of a holy black body as it is a healing of spiritual and political wounds." (53) Lymphatic motion is unconvincing and unpoetic itself, but when a dance is overly jointed, I feel that kind of dance is unsympathetic, it lacks emotion, it lacks what Browning thinks of as "belief and resistance" (54). But simply just envisioning the samba dancer recall these stories, and rhythmically stepping thunderously and speaking of the injustices like the storm goddess Iansa, while seeking rejuvenation as "shoulders shimmer like the surface of Yemanjá's (the goddess of the sea) waters." (49) is a story only the body can speak, wholeheartedly raw and unabridged.

I believe with every dance, there's poetry and a deep, unabashed sensuality. Often the greatest sensuality sprouts from "belief and resistance", and why I'm also deeply convinced that samba has become a dance recognized inter-culturally; in "speaking with the feet", you're not merely speaking a story, you're enacting the story, you are of the story! :)



So anyway, the doors opened at 7:00 last night there, and I went in and got myself a great seat in the third aisle from the stage to the left of the auditorium. Then I headed over to the back of the auditorium, where the local La Villa Restaurant was catering for the event, and got myself a piping hot Spinach Pie and a can of Guaraná Antarctica soda. I don't recall ever having a can of Guaraná befre, even when I enjoyed spending every little bit of allowance money I had at the Avanza supermarket at the Lakeside Center after my Saturday driving school sessions at Minnie Rates Driving School , where I'd get chocolate coconut candies, coconut sodas, Tampoco drinks, and once even brought home a half pound of spicy crawfish, which I ate for lunch that very afternoon shortly before becoming a vegetarian. Whooooooops-a-daisy, I'm digressing here, LOL, so anyway I really enjoyed that Guaraná; it tastes like guava juice with carbonated water. Definitely something in terms of exotica that blasts Coca-Cola Blak out of the water! :)



Right around 8:00, ¡pum!, the show began! Renata Secco of the Lions of Batucada led a samba march from the back of the auditorium to the stage, dressed up in verdant greens and gyrating with the Brazilian flag proudly on a pole. She was followed by a throng of dazzling female PSU World Dance students, all dressed up in green, gold and white with belly buttons proudly exposed, marching in single file down the central aisle, with their arms jointlessly and rhythmatically waving high over their heads and down to their hips in repetitive motion like tapioca in motion. Right behind them were several gentlemen in white Brazilian suits, interpreting their own samba dances, and several other dancers, including Beto Guimarães, a talented and nationally renowned teacher and performer of contemporary Brazilian dance, who was born in Olinda of northeastern Brazil, the heritage city of UNESCO, in the state of Pernambuco, who has taught brazilian dances including samba, samba de roda, pagode, coco de roda, samba regae, frevo and Maracatu. He certainly was the frolicsome star host of the evening, cavorting around in his black silk shirt with red tints and sparkling, prismatic confetti pants. He even teaches private lessons and dance workshops in the Bay Area at his official-website . What an entrance indeed! :) (does happy mole pagode) So they all thundered to the stage and upon it, against the throbbing of the repinique and the surdo, making an infectious galloping rhythm with the tamborins. These instruments drove much of the evening's dances, accompanied sometimes by the agogo, an iron and steel instrument that makes a sound by striking a stick against the instrument's two bells, producing high and low tones. Incredibly sexy, especially with the belief filling each gyration, each vibration.

The second dance featured seven women in long, white dresses with green and white head decorations, who often danced in an oval formation carrying wooden mirrors which they gazed deep into, with arms and trembling shoulders swinging like pendulums while staring into the mirrors against a lyrical chant that sounded like, "Mo-dee-la-ma, mo de lee mai oh, ya ba do da do may oh...".

Then, three youngens in colorful shirts and pants stole the show in the third dance sequence, with lil' arms swinging like tapioca propellers, performing an incredibly acrobatic dance sequence with leg split leaps, lots of hopping and spinning around with one foot off the ground at all times, feet extensions while squatting, gymnastics and then a repeat of the dance sequence holding colorful Carnival parasols.



Finally, the Lions of Batucada and the PSU Dance students performed a final dance, where the female dance students returned to the stage and performed a very sensual dance sequence with lots of jiggling, shaking that got me and the whole audience shook up. Midway through, I already found myself caught up in their sexy sequence of the shaking of the hips while swinging your arms up high with your fingers outstreched, then swinging down to your hips with your fingers outstretched in smooth rotation, and at another point I got excited and literally hot seeing this sequence where the dancers extended their right arm out like the outstreched wing of a bird, then the left arm, then boldly pressed their right hands on their right hips, then their left hands on their left hips, then side-stepped rightward making a horizontal rhythm-like motion of the hands outstretched leftward and then leaped with hands up in celebratory glee. Pure seduction! (blushes) That sequence alone makes me want to take samba classes so I can tempt my dream girl beyond the pleasure dome! (giggles) :)



Afterward, the Grupo Capoeira Regional do Brasil performed an exciting, free-wheeling, bravura of a show, with a group of students, most in their navy blue school shirts and white pants and some in white pants with hay skirts and decorative orange hats, performing their flexibility and elasticity to the Nth degree. ¡Huy! I swear they must have showed off the entire Capoeira encyclopedia within fifteen minutes; from handstand whirling to Folha Secas (kind of like an overhead kick in soccer, except you land on your feet again) to the devilish Au Malandro! All of the dance sequences had a feeling of circularity and unity, where often the dancers moved in a counter-clockwise motion, in one sequence with straw sombrero-like hats on, who would come together in a motion as though resembling the calyx of a flower, place their hats on the ground, widen the circle, then come together again, pick up their hats, continue in the counter-clockwise motion, then suddenly would move around in an oval motion with the dancers toward the audience moving backward kneeling in a motion as though they're pulling a rope. Each of the dance sequences also featured buoyant musical rhythms, with the berimbau, two tambourines, an agogo, and an atabaque (percussion drum), and while the music goes on, in their roda (or circle) where capoeira is played, the roada represents a microcosm which reflects the macrocosm of life and the world around us, where often a capoeira student's main opponent is ones self. Moreover, the music often has a call and response pattern that usually thanks God and one's teacher, among other things, which call and response are repeatedly chanted while the games are played. :)



Then, afterwards, Bom Demais of Seattle, Xevi Nova, and the Axé Didé Dance Company performed additional dances, performing a wide, diverse pallette of influences from Afro-Brazilian to Afro-Cuban, from Gaga to more modern styles, one with the commanding drumbeat Booboobooboo, dun dun dun!", another against a lyrical rhythm that sounded: "Ah la pwee I oh, ah la pwee I oh, ah la pwee I oh, bah dah gaya pwee I oh!" Hopefully I can find a translator soon, they truly were beautiful, sinuous cadences! :)



Finally, after announcing the two raffle winners of two free dinners to the Brazil Grill, famously known as "Portland's Only Churrascaria" (Churrasco is a centuries old Brazilian traditional cooking method, which has a unique way of roasting the meat on a special grill from Brazil, and conserving the natural flavor of each portion and leaving each cut full of its natural juice, with the Churrascaria the restaurant that serves this type of meat) where roaming gauchos will come and carve your meats at your tableside (gluton and tempeh for me, of course, since I'm a vegetarian now, ¡ay!), all the chairs close to the stage were removed so we could prepare to initiate our forms of interpretive dance with Beto Guimarães. Yep, how could I ever be a cluck when the opportunity to dance has arrived? So I took to the floor for about forty-five minutes, braising those endorphins and inhaling the Vitamin D of the nightlife limelight, performing my vagarious array of salamander samba, happy dance granola, frenzied gestures I make listening to Shakira's music and the Thin Mint Flit. (giggles)



Then by about 11:00, most of us took our feet speeches all the way home, and I got back to my house just in time before midnight to catch Mulberry Commons on Multnomah Public Television. Saturday evening is always my favorite time to tune in, where the most random material is always aired, from reruns of The vonHummer Hour to archived concert footage of The Folk You!, a guitar duo who would mix a whole bunch of popular songs together including "Ballroom Blitz" and "Mrs. Robertson" with mad, fervent guitar playing, and even wrote their own numbers including one about a moon pie. Oooohhhhhhhh...God Bless the outré, outlandish oversoul of Community Television! :)



Once I collect more mulah from BetZip poker, note-taking efforts for my English 366 American Fiction III class, and when I find some odd jobs this summer, I'm going to definitely take some dance classes around town, especially in samba, and next time I come mooching the halls of KBOO jovially, I'll graduate from my signature single lutz to the Macaco, and will get Kirk VanderVeer, Doug Guidi, John Delderfield and Co. to trill: ¡Cáspita! Ay, that could still be the Guaraná talking, but indeed, as D.H Lawrence said, "We ought to dance with rapture that we might be alive...and part of the living, incarnate cosmos." Let your imagination release your imprisoned possibilities...and let them dance like flittering fairies!



Oh.....and make sure you bring some safety pins too.....they often truly are a belly dancer's best friend! :)

XOXO,
Noah Eaton
(Mistletoe Angel)
(Emmanuel Endorphin)

Friends Make Up A Second Family

Normally, every day when I commute into downtown Portland and back to my lil' abode nestled just around NE 21st and Tillamook, I can feel rather isolated, sometimes breaching right through a sea of strangers (or as I like to put it friends I have yet to meet and know). I've felt rather lonesome many of these days as of late, and really desire to meet someone, whether it be the girl of my dreams who I could walk hand in hand down the buoyant, bubbly boardwalks and talk about everything with, or just some close lil' munchkin friend who I could talk meteor showers and lemon bars with and share i-Pod files up and down Sandy Boulevard. Forming some strong, deep relationships is what I dream and desire most of all, as a Scorpio's spiritual goal is to seek the meaning of selfless love, and the only unsinkable ship is friendship, yay! :)

But so far this week so many pleasant surprise personalities have crossed my path on my way to Portland State University and back, yay! :) First of all, yesterday morning right before 10:00 after crossing Broadway from Pioneer Courthouse Square, I saw Yamina, a pretty fellow KBOO volunteer who recently has been seeking training in the News & Public Affairs Department and also recently visited Kenya, where she stayed for about a month. There's just something about her smile that is especially contagious and endemic; she's such a sweet girl who was on her way to a class of her own at the bus stop, and so I said hello to her, said that me and everyone at KBOO always enjoys her company and we can't wait to see you again soon, yay! :) I certainly wish I had more time to chat (my American Fiction III class was less than fifteen minutes away) but seeing her certainly brought a smile to my heart, yay! :)

Then, as I made my matutinal promenade south on Broadway through downtown Portland's jugular, right outside the Arlene Schnitzer Concert Hall.....you guessed it.....I came across a second KBOO volunteer in a row within a span of four minutes. It was actually someone I never actually got officially acquainted with, but I immediately recognized as a gentleman who was answering phones with me during our recent Spring 2006 Membership Drive (by the way, we met our goal of $16,000+, yay! :) ) So we spent about two minutes or so talking of the inactivity/quietude filling Pledge Central in the afternoons, and how we agreed between 10 A.M when the ratings begin dipping into the low tide as the work day reaches full throttle, and how they pick back up when the Evening News comes on and the rush hour commute is beginning that many of the shows were overreaching their goals (some programs pushed for as much as $1,000 within 90-120 minutes and, as I had predicted, made about half as much). Again, his friendly face upgraded Yamina's single shot of extra endorphins to a double shot!

:) And though I didn't make the hat trick yesterday, this morning on my way to my English 344: Victorian Literature class, voila.....I saw super-cool KBOO News & Public Affairs chihuahua Lisa Loving waltz toward me on the west sidewalk side of Broadway right around where the Taste of Bali is located. :) She said she was on her way to KBOO from the National Federation of Community Broadcasters conference, which the City of Roses is so honored to have the once-in-a-lifetime honor to host, and she had a lil' miscellany of bumper stickers from other community radio stations from sea to shining sea she collected at all sorts of tables at the convention (or maybe she's been hoarding them, starting some kind of stash........just kidding! :) ). Anyway, I did my signature happy dance for her, said if I had the time I wish I could go there and jump-start my wicked, viscid repository, and she said she'd be happy to go and pick up duplicates for me, yay! :) And so in my head I'm thinking of a super-cool way to return the favor, I said "Have an endorphiny day!", did a lil' happy dance, and continued on my way to Shattuck Hall, yay! :)

There is a Persian provern that reads, "It is better to be in chains with friends, than to be in a garden with strangers." I absolutely agree with this, and this week I've certainly felt these chains of friendships worn proudly upon me like some pearl necklace of sorts. A friend certainly is a single soul that's shared in all bodies!

What's next now, I wonder? Perhaps I may just come across Jim Hightower the High Falootin' progressive cowboy and tell me that he's been hearing and cracking up of my many impersonations of him. Maybe it'll be Drew Curtis of FARK, thanking me for airing the story of the wildly-controversial two-headed snake story on the KBOO Evening News! Whatever way God chooses to swing the pendulum, "It is a sweet thing, friendship, a dear balm, a happy and auspicious bird of calm..."

Speaking of balm, anybody get some ChapStick on them?

XOXO,
Noah Eaton
(Mistletoe Angel)
(Emmanuel Endorphin)

Catering To Their Dog Constituencies?

With our mid-term elections rapidly approaching this November, one issue has of late cataractously entrenched our media landscape; the protection of our borders. And today, the urgency of this issue has escalated, with a furry feline stowaway making it past Customs agents and into our nation on the metal frame of a fertilizer truck, which has left many Americans demanding, "We must seal the borders and prevent more cats sneaking into the U.S on fertilizer trucks, more butterflies drifting across our geographical lines via El Nino's warm fronts, more blue and gold macaws from wafting across our oceans from Colombia and the Dominican Republic to perturb our traditional wren and sparrow way of life! And yet.....the Republicrats seem to be besotted to their canines and guinea pig loyalists!

Last Wednesday, this migrant furball clung to the semi-trailer's metal frame via Esterhazy, Saskatchewan on an eight hour trek into the Mainline Agronomy in Eldridge, North Dakota. Custom agents at the border alerted the driver but was unable to catch the cat. A Mainline bookkeeper by the name of Jessica Hansen rescued the cat, and now currently is working with the James River Humane Society in Jamestown to find it a new home, possibly even put it on the temporary guest scratching-post program. Gatos locos!



Oh......giggling, eh? Well, all I can say is, if you aren't taking this story seriously, you're not paying attention. Doesn't it scare you that a recent show on PBS vividly detils how foreign species push out native populations. Do you want Canadian cats coming in and converting and radically changing the ways of life among our herds of native pussy, is that what you want, huh? Just you laugh now, because with that attitude, by 2016, you'll hear nothing but "Meow, eh?" all over North Dakota.

Can't you see the obvious connection here? This Canadian cat was purposely acting like a sweet little cat sneaking across the border because that's exactly what this frisky feline wants you to believe. The stark truth is, this lil' Puffkin was simply making a trial run to test an entry method that will soon be used by invading caribou and lemmings from Canada! And you know why our corporate pro-immigration media won't share you this scoop? It's because the squirrels now have complete mind control of the silly hacks that write news stories. This cat merely has an agenda, an agenda to deteriorate the American feline family and steal legal Himalayan, Mei Toi and Sokoke immigrants opportunities to lead the American dream of luxurious siestas, catnip parties and universal toilet-training coverage. And its only the first of many!



Luckily the steel of America's canine resolve has been tested for over 225 years now, and we continue to prevail to this day.....and I am quite optimistic our canine cabinet, led by General Tyberius Rex, shall see to it the traditional, pastoral American feline lifestyle is preserved and defended for future generations to come. And that's today's Barking Points! (giggles)

LOL! Nuh-uh, nope nope nope, I keed, I keed! Here at The Serotonin Sandbox, there is never any room for prejudice, as we value all needs and dignities of every living thing, and there is never any room for prejudice here. :) I absolutely believe it's most important we see to it our borders are strengthened and made more secure, and that the legal immigrants opportunities are granted most of all, but I also believe it is wrong for us to demonize those who have happened to enter and live in our nation illegally, and especially for those who have already given birth to children of their own who attend school and are living their dreams here in America, we must treat them with respect and dignity rather than with hostility, and give them the opportunity to seek true citizenship in a fair and responsible manner. After all, our nation has been built by immigration, immigration is what has made our nation a unique, diverse, celebratory melting pot, and if we are to bolt away at this cultural window, we are bolting away much of what our country is all about.



From my heart to the tails of the many Spanish Bobtails and Kurdish Vans of the world, strut on, stray cats, strut on, for do we not deep down, all got cat class and got cat style? (giggles) Now go.......and make the lady cats cry! :)

XOXO,
Noah Eaton
(Mistletoe Angel)
(Emmanuel Endorphin)

For Peeps Sake, You Did What!?

First order of business on this glorious Easter holiday...I thought I'd take you on a lil' mystical flashback journey to my birthday of last year (October 28, 2005) when I said the following in my entry "Happy Plush Animal Lover's And National Chocolate Day (...Oh Yeah, And My Birthday, Yay!)"

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"(giggles) I've always been such a softy for plush toy pets as well! :) Guess my small hands have their advantage, like my mom says ever so often, in nurturing and fondling furry little things with a feminine touch! :) I'm soooooo sensitive that every Easter, when the easter bunny would leave me with a box of marshmallow Peeps, to this day, I can never eat them because though I know they're not real living things and just candy shaped chicks, they just look sooooooooo cute and I just feel an immediate sense of grief everytime I look at them as though they're little living peepers! (giggles) I've kept some as pets for about 3 1/2 years now! This Peep Jousting is just like Dark Ages ordeals, I tells you! I demand it be outlawed! Can't you see the mercy and grief behind their 32 calorie faces and carnauba wax eyes, like a dolls eyes? LOL! Peep off, Sacramento, peep off! (shows pouty puppy face)"

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Well, I just wanted to take the moment to say I understand that today is the day many of us succumb to this dentist's worst nightmare and feast upon these Day-Glo basted charismatic confections, and for all of you who have taken apart in this sugar-thirsty molassicide, I hope you're happy, hmmph! (stands back to you with arms crossed with nose up in the air) No, no, don't worry, I'm a forgiving person, as that is exactly what God has always teached us as well.

But what y'all must understand is, forgiveness is a natural process, often what I like to think of as a "velvet boot camp", and in order for forgiveness to be genuine and pure, all of you yearning for forgiveness for chewing, mutilating and jousting away at Fuzziwig's minions must understand these truths to forgiveness:



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* 1) First of all, forgiveness is not forgetting. You musn't let the experiences dwell on the future, nonetheless you must understand what it is you're asking forgiveness for and seek resolve.

* 2) Secondly, forgiveness isn't avoidance. It should always be about revival. Forgiveness is designed to restore whatever relationship or harmony that was afflicted, and that is exactly what makes forgiveness such a powerful thing.

* 3) Finally, forgiveness does not come wrapped in excuses. Denial and the lack of closure for where we've wronged only subtracts our dignity as humans, for it is taking responsibility that is the learning experience that help us grow into better, more appreciative people.

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The golden truth and dogmatic aim of forgiveness is the ability to observe ourselves and others more compassionately, to make wiser, and more conscious choices with respect to any unsatisfying emotional and belief patterns. Forgiveness is valuable because it helps us balance the energies of both love and will in our hearts, and use both of these lifeforces with greater skill, to become both nurturing and strong at the same time. And, finally, forgiveness grants us the gift of making better contact with their Higher Self, the very source of love, strength, wisdom and creativity within each of us, which is the intrinsic motivation to increase the ability to love unconditionally both self and others.

So, if you are among the 40,000 who make up Just Born's Peeps fan club, or making marshmallow marionettes of them in David Ottogalli's PeepsShow, or perform mad torture experiments on them via PeepResearch.org such as dropping them in buckets of -210 Celsius liquid nitrogen for about 60 seconds then breaking them apart with a hammer, or gauging a Peep's reaction to bright lights and enclosed spaces by conducting experiments in microwave oven, forgiveness will be and will only become yours when you first accept and take responsibility for your misconducts, for there is always time to save your character from further debasement, and seek reparations and amends for the diverse, sweet-natured Peeps population, growing rapidly with 4.2 million births a day in Bethlelem, Pennsylvania with an average life-span of two years. The decision is yours and yours alone.



Peeps genuinely are just like you and me, they are like our quaggy cousins we visit once a year. They are the actors who take center stage in the annual Pioneer Press Marshmallow Peeps Diorama contest and project stories as real as Lifetime movies behind the exhibition windows at the University of Minnesota's Bell Museum. They are our public relations spokeschicks, who warn us using them as fondue or pizza topping, or consuming them too rapidly at Peep Eat-Offs may cause a Monday morning hangover of indigestion. They are our anchors who have warned us in the 2006 State of Marshmallow Peeps that the bunnies have made history by surpassing chicks as the most popular Peeps shape for the first time in 53 years. They are our activists who last month became the poster fledglings of protest against a decision to remove an Easter display from St. Paul's City Hall-Courthouse. They are our meterologists who are now flying NASA's weather balloons. And indeed they are our aspiring dreamers, who someday hope to possess the range to act out dramatic scenes in the "Lord of the Rings" trilogy and "24".



Remember that, cosmic children of our candy-coated camarderie, as you consider sinking your canines into their squishy plumage today (hopefully I'm not too late!) Perhaps you can perform a good deed for these lil' Peepers today! Y'know, the single greatest unexplained mystery of the Peep species is that these creatures are always born as conjoined quintuplets (Peepologists suggest it's because, much like pack behavior in other species, it's a natural defense mechanism for protection against predators, since Peeps are usually preyed upon by predators only after they're seperated from their kin.) But with Peeps evolving into our modern society and a new era of medical research, there's no excuse why they can't enjoy individualism. So perhaps you can help perform a safe, ethical Code Purple surgery and resuscitation effort. :)

Finally, I would like to leave you with these intriguing "2006 State of Marshmallow Peeps" survey findings:

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1) Though the yellow-colored chick is the iconic Peep, the Peep bunny was voted most beautiful and bestdressed Peep.

2) Those polled believe that President George W. Bush is the public figure most in need of a Peep - picked by 19.4 percent of respondents. He was followed by New Orleans Mayor Ray Nagin (9.1 percent) and New York Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton (8.5 percent).

3) The celebrities pegged as most resembling Peeps were media diva Oprah Winfrey and comedian Drew Carey. Just Born officials say neither should be offended - Peeps are fat-free.

4) Respondents preferred eating fresh Peeps over "matured" Peeps by a 3-1 margin. Three percent of respondents prefer eating Peeps frozen.

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Also, for those of you still not satiated of your Peeps fix, here's some more saccharine-stuffed links for you to traverse:

Official Peeps Web-Site

Peep Research (It's Wrong I Tell You.....It's WRRROOONNNGGG!

Peep Art From David Ottogalli

Globetrotting Peeps

Peeps Fans With Too Much Time

Peeps Through History

Peeps Rock 'N' Roll

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XOXO,
Noah Eaton
(Mistletoe Angel)
(Emmanuel Endorphin)

Take Goethe's Word For It!

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 (or whatever name you choose to address the Holy Spirit). 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 (or however you address the Spirit) 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 was 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 was 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, yay! :)



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!

XOXO,
Noah Eaton
(Mistletoe Angel)
(Emmanuel Endorphin)

Ministering The Egg Of The Phoenix

Mahatmas Gandhi once said, "Every living faith must have within itself the power of rejuvenation if it is to live"

Today is yet another one of those high-spirited days that reaffirm and sinew my great optimism that the love of the human spirit and the magnanimity that is inherent in the deepest region of all hearts alike will prevail over the challenging tides in the long run, as for the first time in more than 50 years, on Wednesday afternoon, a pair of bald eagles hatched a chick on Santa Cruz Island, thirty-five days after the egg was first discovered on this island off the coast of Southern California. This is the first successful, known nesting of a bald eagle on any one of the four northern Channel Islands since 1949, when a chick was born on Anacapa Island.



Bald eagles used to bristle the islands all along the California coast, but ever since the 1960's, when DDT poisoned and polluted their food chain, the populations suffered in result, as this now-banned pesticide had made the shells of their eggs brittle. The damage can still be seen and felt to this day, but this rousing story of birth today has strengthened the resolve of hope in my heart that the spirit, the essence of rejuvenation, remains very much alive in our global community today, and this successful breeding truly is a milestone in renewing and re-introducing bald eagles and other species to regions where they once flourished, that they can again eventually return to their days of previous glory. Deep down I can feel this fountainhead of rebirth and renewal, and though these remain sensitive times and there are undoubtedly other challenges we'll be tested with, this program that the Institute for Wildlife Studies began in 2002 is thriving, which receives money from a $25 million fund to deal with the lingering effects of tons of DDT dumped into the ocean, and this signal for rebirth, the egg of the phoenix, is boiling brightly with youth.



Another brass tack that makes me upbeat here is that most bald eagles are good, dedicated parents. Recently you may have heard of the inspiring story of the American Eagle Foundation late last month activating a new live eagle web-cam at Dollywood of Pigeon Forge, Tennessee, where the eagle parents Liberty (the ma) and Justice (the pa) have laid several new eggs already, and have already successfully raised and reared 13 of their own young for release into the wild since beginning in 1993. Eagles are very territorial and thus make effective defenders of the nest against other eagles and threats, and parenting eagles also spend a lot of time sending materials to the nest, usually beginning in March, the most common month for bald eagles to lay eggs, and the chicklings are usually born in April, staying in the nest until August, begin to balance on branches after turning 12 weeks old, then learning to fly but staying close to the nest, depending on parents for food until they become about half-a-year-old, when they begin foraging on their own. Also, with bald eagles faced with very few predatorial threats, eagles can be very resilient and strong.



In "Parables of a Province", Gilbert Parker wrote that "...for when a child is born the mother also is born again." Childhood and youth wouldn't only begin for the newborn, it also comes burning brightly again to the nurturer herself. Certainly, I have dreams sometimes of being married with my dream girl, and sometimes I see the silhouette of a young child skipping around with us, and because I see long hair waving in the child's silhouette, somehow I feel God is telling me that I will have a daughter in the future, and patience and staying true to my heart will lead me to her! :) Though I'm young and absolutely believe I must not rush ahead of myself and enjoy everything else until that day may come, parenthood truly is a magical time that gives a golden opportunity for mothers and fathers to experience childhood all over again in only a slightly different way, and the laughter singing from the hearts of children truly hits higher on the Endorphinator Scale than any other form of laughter, yay! (does happy jungle gym jitterbug)



I believe the best example we could set for our children is to unconditionally love our peers just as we love our lovers and children, and that is, I wholeheartedly believe, the ingredient of rejuvenation that could soldify every living faith! In taking that same fondness when you're staring at the photograph of your significant lover you're madly and spiritually in love with, and placing that same spirit into the whole world at large, I believe we could cleanse the world of our greatest griefs and sorrows, our own proverbial DDT, and recognize that indeed many of our finest days have yet to come. :) Even with war continuing to affect our planet, the poverty and apathy still affecting our children, as fragile as our environment is, it still takes only one week in spring just to coruscate six directions of green and billions of leaf-buds anywhere in the world, and because, like W. Earl Hall said, "science has never drummed up quite as effective a tranquilizing agent as a sunny spring day.", the force of rejuvenation and love conquers all others, and deep down, because we all have more in common than we do differences, April showers will always bring May flowers...and endorphins! :)



From vastless puddles of white violet, to clouds of snowdrop gumdrops speckling the pastry prairies, to Nature's royal residence lodged deep in the heart of each cabbage rose, to nunny ruckuses of ranunculus, let us take a chance on total happiness.....and pretend that spring is a way of being that spans all twelve months of the year.....and sleep wing-wide upon the air! :) Unless you're steamy TV "King of Queens" housewife Leah Remini putting on quite a slinky cage dance, the world is too dazzling and splendiforous to waste living in a birdcage! The bird is the word, lil' songbirds! :)

XOXO,
Noah Eaton
(Mistletoe Angel)
(Emmanuel Endorphin)

Feminine Frenzying Fingertips Feather Fancying Faces Feverishly

As you can tell from previous threads, orthorexia nervosa isn't the only syndrome I've been withstanding as of late. I have also been for months and months excessively libidinous, torrid with the pyrexia of sexual desire. Again, I keep reminding myself I am the age my dad was when he and my mom gave birth to me, and it makes me feel like a late-bloomer in dating, kissing, having sex, being in love for the first time, as well as reading many stories on the Grok This forum of Passions In Poetry from my fellow poet friends of the first times they had their first kisses and got some, which could make me feel left behind or small ever so often in that I am still single, a virgin and dateless.

Lately I have been making an effort to write poems that try and imagine dreaming, yearning and loving from a female perspective, as I often can't help but feel a sense of guilt that my dream girl longs to be loved and needs a soft shoulder to lean on and because I haven't found her yet and she is still searching wildly as I am, somewhere in my heart aches imagining her longing for someone to take good care of her and re-assure her that the magic of romance is still alive and kicking in our celestial cornucopia. I started writing just now two poems attempting to crawl around in a woman's heart and walk around in it; "Tropics of Cancer" and "Fewer And Further Between", for I feel until I hook up with a girl, it's the only way I could ever get to know girls better and appreciate everything that makes me special, and I guess it makes me worry I know very little about how I should love that special someone without ever being given the opportunity yet to develop and nurture a relationship.



I have a fresh, optimistic outlook in that God has a plan for everyone and there will be an answer for every such enigma as this, and have great faith that I'm indeed not doomed to walk this planet alone throughout my life. I guess the urgency I'm feeling under my skin is that I'm seemingly stuck in the quicksand at the bottom of Maslow's need hierarchy, where I'm just a young dreamer who longs to fulfill my deepest desires, my needs that resonate from the equidistant cockles of my heart. The needs to know what it is to be loved, belonged to another, esteemed, which Maslow terms "deficiency needs". They're like vitamin capsules I need because without them their very absence inhibits any growth, learning experience or help me develop into a more mature, suitable person and lover. I suppose in feeling deprived of the opportunity, the fair shake or serendipity in opening my heart and proving my love is true to a special someone I worship and want to do everything to make her happy beyond my dreams alone, I'll always feel like I'm only half the person I want to be and won't grow to my fullest potential.

I am most proud and blessed to be a Scorpio, but, with any sign, there is a challenge, a riddle to conquer throughout ones life, and Scorpios like me ever so often and easily are misunderstood, and so many tend to be intimidated by our fascination with transcendence, in engaging in the deepest feelings and emotions said to be "like a crystal clear stream, in a cave, under a high mountain." We also can't help but resist having a swivel in the shadows, and looking under so many things, because we're just sensitive and desire just to reach and scratch in far beneath the outer scurvy, shell surface of the scorpion and embrace the intellect of the Golden Eagle and the altruism and love of the Dove Scorpio also represents, which gleams crystal-clear within. I want to be the Dove Scorpio that fondles that magic that exists in the most vulnerable vicinages of my heart, who shares it with all the world unmitigatedly, and many could see this incandescent scintillation in my eyes that can never languish.



:) Simply writing out my thoughts always makes me feel better, as I'm a Sunny Scorpio who always makes an effort and enjoys journeying through the mysteries of sex, death, metamorphosis and rejuvenation, but I've actually been one who loves looking at the lighter side of life most of all as I believe it's seeking the beauty and magic that keeps the world spinning harmoniously. That's why I believe it's through Taurus, the polar opposite sign of Scorpio, that me and other Scorpios find a mirror reflection, for Taurus is ruled by Venus and helps supply Scorpios with patience, nourishment and a greater appreciation for beauty that can help any Pluto patriot find a place in the sun and glide with the butterflies, yay! :) I really am fascinated and love probing through this outlet more than any other in that perfect balance can be achieved, and because Taurus the bull has an absolute love of the earth, it can help soften the Scorpio and let all the heavy fortress walls erode away, yay! All things removed rebirth as something higher, and I believe through Taurus' rejuvenation can always be felt, and forgiveness could also be learned which many Scorpios could often find difficult to obtain. Moreover, with Scorpios like me linked to the root chakra (which represents physical energy and vitality and, when balanced, generated unlimited physical energy, good health and abundance) and the crown chakra (which represents connecting with the Divine Spirit and, when balanced, can have full understanding and appreciation of the conscious and subconscious and can be most transcendent), I have the will able to become that Dove I want to be.

Maybe it's because I'm a Scorpio that also happens to be a Pisces Rising that may explain why I am softer and barely ever show any signs of aggression and just want to see the absolute good in everyone, even when it may be difficult to trust most people. Those with Pisces Rising are also known for being unaware of how they appear to others, because Pisces is ruled by Neptune, the planet of illusion and imagination, and why I always daydream of my dream girl soooooooo much in fantasy worlds and such, and why I'd rather see the world as I want to see it rather than how the world really is (that may explain why I'm very poetic, LOL!), and why, like I'm feeling right now I guess, I may feel isolated or a little sorry about myself sometimes. (giggles) Come to think of it, as I've said before, I have small hands and feet like a dolls and am not a very strong person physically, and being a Pisces Rising might explain that too, LOL! :)

My dreams of my dream girl continue to get stronger, more romantic and wetter, and I just long ever so much to not just see my dream girl in my dreams and the joy she gives me through the mirror of Taurus, but I long to live and be all that I see and am raptured with. I think I'm just approaching this the wrong way, and am not unaware where I need to search, where I should go to look, whether it be that special someone or just to acquaint myself with a girl. Ever since I've moved to Portland, I've struggled to re-connect with my Colorado friends at Denver Academy, and that has made me feel a bit lonesome, and while I'm absolutely blessed to be with KBOO and all the comforting, friendly, super-cool volunteers there make it feel just like home, I haven't exactly formed a real relationship or understanding with anyone, and I long to form deep, colorful, sparkling relationships, to be loved and be loved by others. I dedicate many hours keeping KBOO flittering like a butterfly in the community not just because I absolutely believe in making sure everyone is heard and represented, but because I find community and nurturing community absolutely essential and I want to form happy interactions with others and give back to this very community I feel comfortable and alive in. :)



Every night before I fall asleep, I always blow a kiss to my dream girl, wherever she is out there, from my bedroom window, imagining, wondering if I will meet her in a sandbox, at KBOO, at the Japanese Garden or maybe inside Ben & Jerry's on Free Cone Day for my fix of Neapolitan Dynamite! (sweeeetttt!) (giggles) I want to know more than anything else in the world what it feels like to be loved, how it feels to walk to the Lloyd Center light rail station holding a loved ones hand and not walking alone for the first time, how it feels when it's raining and you forgot to bring a raincoat and you hold someone close softly just to keep that special someone warm, seeing that very soft reflection of firefly light gleaming in that loved ones eye of just how heavenly that warm feeling can be. And I want to give about every single ounce of stamina and passion in my heart to make love to my dream girl in every meaning of the word, to keep her happy, warm, comfortable, secure, healthy, and cumming! :)



Hopefully I'll find her this summer, or by the end of this year. Wish me luck, just as I wish all of you the deepest, greatest happiness each and every day, and ladybug lullabies to kiss the child in all of your gleaming, glorious hearts, yay!

XOXO,
Noah Eaton
(Mistletoe Angel)
(Emmanuel Endorphin)