Judy, as I see it you have two options. The first is to apologise for
the personal insult and the second is the continue this conversion with
Christopher C. Jones.
On Sun, 2008-10-26 at 06:08 -0400, Judy Prince wrote:
> Christopher, given the screams behind this narrative, it sounds like it may
> be a slice of your life, perhaps grossly fiction'ed, but fundamentally
> described. I'd urge you to stop behaving this way; it's harmful, sad,
> wasteful of talents, time and energy. Perhaps you feel addicted to these
> things as the only substitutes for love and creativity you can manage at
> this time. You may ache for those times when you had no need for the
> addictions, didn't even give them a thought, but felt free, creative, loving
> and hopeful.
> Choose, then, to be wise and helpful to yourself. The past is finished,
> over and done; it has no residue that will linger and hold you back if you
> choose to move forward in the ways you know are best for you.
> No one wants to see you suffer in the ways you describe. None of us on this
> list is ignorant of the world you talk of, nor of the desperate addictions.
> As you can well imagine, we've had our shares of pervasive terror. We have
> often felt undeserving, unworthy, hurt and angry to the core of our beings.
> We have felt that it's 'the human condition', and have thought it
> impossible to turn around to the positives we've known at other times. But
> the 'human condition' is much larger than negatives and naked terror. For
> all your knowings, you know that. Go on, then, and choose the
> positives---keep choosing them every minute, every morning. Be steadfast,
> and God bless you in your continuous positive choosings.
> All the best,
> 2008/10/26 Christopher C Jones <[log in to unmask]>
> > Ha, but Judy, us magazine editors are not concerned with such lowly
> > matters as spel(l)ing which is left to the lower orders of copy editors
> > and proofreaders (why else do we hire suck things for???) but rather the
> > more delicate matters of cutting up and snorting coke on the toilet seat
> > with the art director while we decide which journalist and photographer
> > we will send to interview and photograph yet another boring Hollywood
> > A-lister in such a why that it fits neatly around the space our
> > proprietor who as the son of a big media magnate would expect us to do,
> > while also smoking four paper joints in Ocean Street, a well known
> > street in the most elite inner circle eastern Sydney suburbs with this
> > son proprietor who is wearing a dress we describe as a caftan to so he
> > then cannot be accused of wearing a dress and as such cross dressing in
> > a way not befitting of an heir to a multinational media conglomerate
> > which then allows ample room for advertising agencies acting on behalf
> > of other big mega mega bucks corporations who they convince they have
> > got the lowest ad-space rate available for all history to advertise
> > their lowly wears (mostly upmarket designer clothing shit-oopsstuff, to
> > be precise) and to pay quite a lot more indeed quite a lot more for then
> > the costs we have conferred on our white powder toilet seats smelling of
> > the same diesel oil which I put into the tank of my crimson red Mercedes
> > sports sedan.
> > On Wed, 2008-10-22 at 11:57 -0400, Judy Prince wrote:
> > > Did I mention, Christopher, that my reading level's on par with most 3rd
> > > graders? I'll need a big boost of CLEAR explaining even before tackling
> > > what I fear is not 'DESSERT' but a dusty desert of clunky translations.
> > > YAK!
> > > Spelchek Judy