Date:         Sat, 13 May 2000 17:08:15 -0500
Reply-To:     Marshall Ruskin <mruskin@PANGEA.CA>
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From:         Marshall Ruskin <mruskin@PANGEA.CA>
Subject:      Re: Liebe Yo Momma
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Gee whizz, Doktor!
Are you coming off your medication again? ;>)

(Kinda glad we're not neighbours!) ;>D

Marshall Ruskin

>At 02:16 PM 05/13/2000 -0500, you wrote:
>>I understand the word means "love" in the English language.
>
>Yes, indeed, Dieter. Cassell's shows under English 'love', die Liebe. Hold
>on a moment, I sur could have missed German 'Liebe'...............INDEED, I
>am fersur I looked before under 'leibe'. From Cassell's, Liebe: affection,
>fondness, liking.
>
>AFFECTION, FONDNESS AND LIKING YOU BACK!!! SEE HOW IT FEELS??? AND LIEBE
>YOURSELF, FOR ALL THAT I CARE!!!!!
>
>Thank you very very much. I found and corrected an error. I got to the
>truth of that unknown. I learned how to control a propensity to interpolate
>i's and e's in German, and will use more caution in future when the ei/ie
>ratio is involved, thereby saving me bits of time/money for the rest of my
>life.  E I E I ohh.
>
>This goes on the high side of my top 10 list of highest objective value
>e-mail's I have yet received since jumping in the pool in 2/99.
>
>IMAAAO
>
>Do you have kinder? Whether you do or not, look around, there EVERYWHERE.
>Take one, more if ya got, and the more the merrier. Read them the following
>poem and report, please, upon their reactions, good, bad, or ugly. (Must
>read a 'coupla times for practice to find a few breaks in rythym.) As
>always, any proof reading services offered will be received as a blessing.
>Do pass on to friends and family and others you Liebe, too. There is always
>enough Liebe for everyone as long as we just keep passing it on.
>
>Have more if you want, just ask.
>
>LIEBE YOU UP THE YING YANG, AND LIEBE YOUR KINDER, TOO.
>
>
>>SIR ALBERT THE KID
>>
>>By inspiration a thought comes to mind
>>of the great, the one and only Albert Einstein.
>>
>>The look of wonder?, of unknown?, on his face
>>Seems out of context for this particular place.
>>
>>A school yard, not the lab, the scribbled black board,
>>With kids on jungle bars and mingling as a hoard.
>>
>>What does he see that gives this impression,
>>By scowl or brow, a look of vexation?
>>
>>Pulling in focus with a narrowing view,
>>I see some kids with a task to do.
>>
>>"Excuse me young man. My name is Albert."
>>By thus he finds out this one is Robert.
>>
>>His turn is next so Bob is excited.
>>He feels Ted will miss so he is delighted.
>>
>>"No fair, Ted." Bob says as he leers,
>>"You try an' cheat and I'll box your ears."
>>
>>Ted takes the hint and sets up more proper,
>>takes his best aim and sends off a whopper.
>>
>>"Ohh!!" goes the croud, including now Al.
>>"That one was close,", Bob says, "only missed by a mile."
>>
>>Ted's shoulder drop as he step back,
>>shoves his hands in his pockets and kicks the bike rack.
>>
>>Bob take a breath, as I told you before,
>>His turn is next to service his chore.
>>
>>Now Al's a quick study and this game is quite simple.
>>To get all the marbles, get Big Blue in the middle.
>>
>>Now Bob bears down hard, lets the shot fly with abandon,
>>at once passes wind but misses by an eon.
>>
>>Chuckles, laughs, chortles, total loss of compose.
>>Everyone ranks Bob and pinches their nose.
>>
>>Al's havin' fun. He can hardly stand. Then sudden hush,
>>recompose, approaches the one known as "The Man".
>>
>>"How did they know?" Al thinks to himself,
>>then hears a sound unique to itself.
>>
>>The kid's aren't too worried. "The Man" must stand in line.
>>Five shoot before him, five more segments of time.
>>
>>Stanley and Helen, Goober George and Hairy Harry,
>>All take their turns as well as Weird Larry.
>>
>>Al's mind is racing waiting for the next shot.
>>Steelie Dan, "The Man", now finds himself up.
>>
>>Dan is rightly feared 'cause he wins a lot.
>>He drops his bag with a practiced steelie plop.
>>
>>Down on one knee, in the bag go his fingers.
>>To great effect stirred steelie sound lingers.
>>
>>He picks one, decides not, throws it back.
>>Fingers stir, ringing sounds, more effect.
>>
>>Dan has learned best how to give art to illusion.
>>Poker faced, with aplomb, he doth select to conclusion.
>>
>>Al is impressed, can appreciate will,
>>anyone who masters the art of detail.
>>
>>Dan looks things over, figures his best line.
>>Summonds up concentration, shoots the shot twice in his mind.
>>
>>Twixt forefinger and thumb, three or five turns always give it,
>>then seat it within the rote thumb nail divot.
>>
>>Down with right knee, found the left foot.
>>Hand in position, relaxed, ready to shoot.
>>
>>As Dan takes the last moment to merge Big Blue with mind,
>>Al takes note of the proposed line and it's sine.
>>
>>In an instant ball bearing tracks the circumference by pi.
>>At diameter by half hits Big Blue dead center, no lie.
>>
>>Everyone is amazed, not just skill recognized.
>>Big Blue has full parted into four fraction size.
>>
>>"Holy Cow!! What's that??" shouts Bob of Vapors Spent.
>>All look at Al's shinning face, light it's content.
>>
>>"God bless you, kids!!", Al exclaims without thought,
>>"You've solved the riddle." the one he could solve not.
>>
>>"The Man" is despondend, feels his frustration rise.
>>He's won all the marbles but destroyed the best prize.
>>
>>Al skips around, palms a coin to Sir Dan
>>Gives Dame Betty a hug, goes to Sir Ted, shakes his hand.
>>
>>Goober the George, Larry of Weird, and not least but last,
>>a pat on the head of Sir Harry the Hairy and Sir Robert of Gas.
>>
>>Are not kids with marbles compelled by instinct
>>to draw in the dirt several circles concentric?
>>
>>Only children seem to see simple Truth, profound,
>>Except in the rare case when a genious looks on.
>>
>>God bless you Sir Albert, for taking the time
>>to play with the children, to inspire me to rhyme.
>>
>><doktortim@rockisland.com> 1996
>
>
>T.P. Stephens
>San Juan Island, WA
>