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---------------------- Forwarded by Richard B Sanders/HOU/ECT on 08/12/99
04:17 PM --------------------------- Enron Capital & Trade Resources Corp. From: "ROLLAND SANDERS" <bwanarol@hotmail.com< 08/05/99 02:59 AM To: mrmslane@aol.com, namuathome@aol.com, pardevelop@aol.com, Richard B Sanders/HOU/ECT, johnbepa@macol.net cc: Subject: seaweed con carne well hello there brothermen and sisterwoman. it sure seems as if a few moons have passed since we tickled the keyboard and thought about all y'all for a spell, and that is not how it ought to be. so stop your grinnin' and drop your linen (not sure what that means but i dig it) and let us repair to the chat room. started a new job just last week and by all means it is a Godsend. (blasphemous?) would that i had found this school a couple of years back, as it is well-run and full of good folks. by the latter i mean folks who are here for the long run or at least a good while, and not fresh off the boat. perhaps the best aspect of it is a 25 hr workweek, while the most abominable is twofold: i gots to sport a nametag and a wristwatch, and i reckon the former is the lesser evil even though it is as goofy as Bill Morris. the only times i have voluntarily donned a watch were deb parties back in the day - got a black running watch to go with the tux and showed it off something fierce. back in the idol-worship days of namu and ricardo and stevo. at any rate, that is the good news and i can feel y'all waiting with bated breath for the bad stuff. here goes: last month had a weeklong hiking trip to the japanese alps - a big ol' hunk of honshu virtually unknown and unexplored by the japanese as they cordoned it off as an abode for their shinto psuedo-deities - planned and set off with a native lady friend guide. on our first day of hiking she sees fit to slip off a log bridge and faceplant some two meters down onto a rock with nary a limb or digit to break the fall. can you say ouch? she couldn't - knocked out cold with a visibly growing pool of blood about her noggin and limbs splayed in a most unnatural Deliverance-type manner. enter the hero rolland, you say? well not really. ran over there and did all the things one knows not to do to a potential head/neck injury and checked her out. skull was not in pieces and after cleaning up the mess we discovered a smashed face instead. had to hike back several kilometers to a hut and thence to an ambulance. hospital revealed a broken nose, severely lacerated lips and two teeth knocked out. poor girl, hey? but hey - i was the one escorting leon spinks back to osaka on the train with alpine dreams in the rubbish bin. what is the bottom line, you ask? as always: better her than me! that was probably more than y'all wanted to know about that, but it really spooked me - even more than being privy to the intimate details of the condition of susan's overworked nipple. how is that nipple, susan? and that was a good move blowing off elizabeth for emily, y'all. and concerning kudos, how about our basque following in my very own ubersuccesful footsteps and putting her nose to the grindstone to become a teacher? good on you! just the thought of it makes us want to jump for joy, get some oxygen and repeat "oh happy day" over and over. and it brings us to take a moment and reflect about our various occupations and their contributions to society, which could well be graded as follows: 1. John (the Healer): the guy actually saves lives, a tough act to top. 2. Julie (the Developer): enables young people - aka the future - to form their little craniums and warns them against going to law school. 3. Doug (the Facilitator): helps doctors help patients. 4. Moi (the Ambassador): doing my part to further international understanding by means of instruction and exchanges of culture as well as bodily fluids. 5. Stevo (the Wheeler-Dealer): not really sure what he does, but a reliable and consistent contributor to the national GNP. also sires chilluns easy on the eye, so gets an honorable mention for that. 6. Danna, Susan, Jean Helen, Yvonne (the Mamas): doing a guten job but for the purposes of this list, y'all represent neutrality. 7. Maury (the Beltway Insider): 'nuff said. only your professed desire to escape and recover some semblence of sanity puts you above 8. Richard (the Suit): doesn't chase ambulances but as Enron is a big mofo company, you can bet that he is an integral part of the energy-procuring wing of the military-industrial complex, and as such is one of Them. probably knows who killed JFK and is rumored to be the Grand Poobah of the Masonic Lodge. the list goes on, but then we come to.... 9. Camille (the Investor Extraordinaire): not exactly a negative contribution to society, but still sold crystal and brazos riverfront property. lost moi a whole heap of cashish, so brings up the bottom. on the whole a rather notable family, more inclined to give than to take for the most part. almost chokes us up to think about it. truth be known i have been thinking about y'all as of late and might be close to setting a date to come on back to hallowed soil. no reason to set any dates as chisel is far from stone at this point, but it shan't be too long methinks. john the eldest and danna the nappiest, y'all should have received letters by now. let us know if that is not the case. well i just scrolled up and found to my dismay this is not as funny as i had intended. oh well. it is better than nothing - i think - as nothing (in regard to correspondence) is something with which i am well acquainted. (exception: stevo!) someone give a holler - hope all y'all are well and lording over all you survey in your pure unadulterated Aryan splendour. i remain chillin', never illin' (in my mouth i gots 4 fillin's) the Ralai Lama _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com
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