Time: Fri, 01-Jun-2001 04:46:58 GMT     IP: 205.244.161.129

:The sounds coming out of my voice mail seem to indicate our cool 
:ass No Shame furniture was destroyed by the ruthless 
:Theatre Shop.

The sights coming out of your computer screen now inform you that 
the No Shame furniture is quite sound, if only mildly safe, at a 
board member house.  RIGHT NOW.

This has been me.

Assholes.

Time: Sat, 02-Jun-2001 16:42:07 GMT     IP: 128.255.110.246

Just wanted to let you fruity-assed theatre people know that 
the Dreamwell Theatre of Iowa City will be putting on a swell 
performance of Terrence McNally's wonderful CORPUS 
CHRISTI.

Come see some of your least favorite No Shame 
frequenters such as:

Jeff Hansen
Kevin Swatek
Dan Fairchild
Hugh Beaumont
Tony Dow
And Jerry Mathers as the Beaver.

The dates of the performance are such:  June 15, 16, 22, 23, 
29, 30.

If you can't make any of these performances, are a cheap 
bastard, or are very easily amused, Saturday the 16th we 
will be marching in the gay pride parade and putting on a 
ten-minute segment of the play for all who care to take a 
gander upon us after said parade.

I've forgotten ticket prices so stop asking me already.  Jeez.  
I'll get back to you later.

Time: Sat, 02-Jun-2001 19:02:47 GMT     IP: 208.129.184.89

If you are planing on having fun and coming to Gabes on June 
12...You have a very noble idea and should follow those plans, 
but if you are not planing to the above, I strongly suggest that 
you do.  The Rockadiles will be playing at Gabes at the date 
specified eariler, and I am in The Rockadiles.  I may or may not 
be displaying my butt during this performance.  If I do, it will 
be we worth the the trip to Gabes for you, if not, it will still 
be worth the trip, and if nobody comes, I am planing on killing 
myself by throwing myself in a very comfortable well somewhere.

Time: Sat, 09-Jun-2001 18:41:14 GMT     IP: 128.255.111.24

Ah, the ticket prices:

10 dollars.  Unless you're a Senior citizen in which case it is 8 
dollars.  And if you're a student it's seven dollars (with ID).  
There is no specialer price if you are a senior citizen student 
as far as I know. I get asked that quite frequently.

There's something special about the June 22nd performance. You 
get to visit with the director and actors after the show.

Want tickets?  You can buy them by calling 319-339-7757 or you 
can buy them online at www.dreamwell.com.

There.

wuv,

dan

Time: Sun, 10-Jun-2001 22:51:14 GMT     IP: 4.4.74.105

I need tell you cuz you wanta a knowe . it. 
well
Chrispy Okyeeshi says "No we can't have summer of shame at 
Englerr because they  haven't finished the renovations. Maybe 
next summer though! Smile!"
You cry about this. But feel a LITTLE happy because Chrismas 
also says:
"There ARE other 'venues' we can look into" 

That is all I can say to you!

Lovd,
emerr.e

Time: Mon, 18-Jun-2001 04:26:07 GMT     IP: 207.191.211.207

Dear No Shame:

Help!!! So I was dating this girl for about a year and a half, 
okay? And she was just gorgeous and absolutely kind and 
brilliant and feisty. She was the opposite color from me when 
the lights were low (but not, obviously, all the way down; 
immaterial, really, since we very rarely had the lights 
completely off). Where I was materialistic and rigidly rational, 
she was mystical and argued always, always for love, beyond 
explication or practicality. She had gone through so much and 
come out still innocent, still young.

Still young. 

So she graduated last month. I went to the party. It was fun. 
Her friends, her parents, her entire family, and we had wine and 
got smashed and laughed and danced and I thought to myself, I 
trust these people and I will know them and we will share in 
knowing this person here. And this is so good. It is so good. 
And we walked back to her house and we sat on the porch and she 
said to me, "I am going to travel. I'm going to go traveling," 
and I knew. 

"Where?"
"I don't know." 
"Then you're not going traveling to see anything."
"No."
"Then you're going to think. You're going away to think." 
"Yes. About a lot of things."
"Yourself. And what you need to do."
"Yes." 
"You're not going to come to any real conclusions if you've got 
an end in mind." "I know." "Then say what you're saying." "I 
can't." "You already are."

"Say it. Please, just say it." 

And she did. 

So she left. A month. So I reach out to old acquaintances, I 
call up friends and we catch up on what's happened since I left 
them to be with her. An evening with the jilted ex of a friend, 
at the Deadwood. A hug, clenching. We were both hugging the 
past, straw men for pain. An evening with the girl I should have 
kissed in 1996. (We had spent the whole week talking and 
talking, an awkward brush of shoulders, a hug, fingers touching. 
We laid down in her bed and it was midnight and it was still. I 
watched her neck throb with her pulse and knew something then, 
deeper than I had known anything. My fingers were numb with it, 
my head ached with it. And I laughed then, instead of kissing 
her, gentle and shy and humble. And there was a moment gone.) 
Another hug, this time stiff and clumsy. A hug for saying 
goodbye. For five years of knowing that the moment was gone and 
there were two people now on two different roads. Flat 
Midwestern roads, seeing familiar things from so far away. In 
this place, your past is always in the mirror. Miles past, hours 
past. It is always easy to look back and still see home.

So I went to see her last night. And we talked and it was so 
easy. Not like the last night, where she reached out and my 
muscles snapped away like whips under her touch, full of fear 
and pain I couldn't speak out loud. We talked and there wasn't 
pain, there wasn't fear. She told me the names of the places she 
had gone, those she'd kissed in those weeks, and what and why 
and how. Her friends. What she was seeing in them, now that she 
was looking. And it was easy, somehow. 

And we kissed. And then: next to empty boxes and dishes wrapped 
in newspaper. She is still going away. She will still be gone.  

Time: Wed, 20-Jun-2001 03:06:33 GMT     IP: 152.163.207.188

That hits the spot.

Nothing you can do right?  Hears something that the Budah said:

"Love in the future is only a fantasy.  Love in the Past is only 
a memory.  Only in the here and now can we truly love."

Empathetically,
TP?TD!

Time: Wed, 20-Jun-2001 04:19:13 GMT     IP: 128.255.111.37

This has nothing to do with noshame.  Or maybie it does.  In any 
event, I am sitting in the Weeg computer lab, having drunk myself 
into un abominabl stupor (and stumbled covering myself in mud and 
fresh grass clip[pings), trying to forget certain emotions or 
thoughts about love that have been torturing me lately, and when I 
check the NS board, I see this.  Ominous.  And incredibly, deeply 
touching.  If I wre sober, I be I'd cry sympathetidcally.  An 
amazingly touchingly personal story that I wish I myself had the 
balls to just up and say -- though  the person who posted the 
message didn't use a for real name.  So perhaps it it not 
especially touching or impressive.  In any event, I am going to 
stumble home now, and go to sleep happy.

^^
\/
Nick

Time: Wed, 20-Jun-2001 13:19:25 GMT     IP: 216.243.220.117

I personally think it's still pretty touching. Nick.

Time: Fri, 22-Jun-2001 18:37:50 GMT     IP: 205.188.193.183

To: All Employees
From :the Management
RE: retention of psychiatric damage from past childhoods
Date: 6/22/01

it has come to our attention there is a disaffection amongst 
employees, who have begun a slow and pathetic phsychic 
unraveling while in the midst of time pressures due overloaded 
inboxes. i too share in your conceits and displeasures, fellow 
plowpushers. for if i hear the crunch of footsteps on the 
rickety wooden floor outside my room one more time, some one is 
going to die. I want nothing more than to not be spoken to by 
anyone outside of a position to give me something. and yet all i 
get is/are questions about things and social standings. how was 
this? how was that? are things ok? why dont you have a social 
life? do you have friends? want to lock myself in a cage with a 
book and never be spoken to except by blonde softball 
players.time to go outside to get things done in a Proactive and 
Productive Manner, eh? outside the light diliates my pupils to 
the size of pinheads. They say sensitivity to light is the first 
sign of a brain tumor. the second is not capitalizing words that 
start sentances. my new glasses have made it more dificult to 
see, and they cut off the blood flow to my ears. the point is 
lost on them, i think. in a car radio or office lobby there is a 
popular song playing on the radio with edited out references to 
marijuana, suicide or Specific Products not covered in a 
contractual agreement with said song players Corporate Sponsors. 
there is a play list with 23 songs on it, to be chosen and playd 
at random intervals over a 3 and a half hour period, then 
repeatd and different intervals. deviations from the playlist 
will be allowed only in the event of a World Premiere or 
instudio performance, which will be taken back to said studio 
headquarters for a period of thirty (30) days for Audio 
Enhancement and deletion of offensive words/phrases. please 
deliver this memo to the love of your dreams and remove all 
traces of your reading and comprehension of said memo.

initial here, please ____

thank you for your cooperation in this Matter

we feel your pain. honest.

the management 

Time: Tue, 26-Jun-2001 23:49:23 GMT     IP: 204.246.221.167

NEIL campbell
mike CASSADY
collaborate on sketches together

sal paradise's free-spirited friend in "on the road" by jack 
kerouac...

NEIL CASSADY!!!

has anyone else ever noticed this before?

i did. i thought i would share the insanity of it all.

Time: Wed, 27-Jun-2001 04:16:03 GMT     IP: 128.255.189.133

Dick Sergeant was Darren on "Bewitched."
Then, it was Dick York.
Sergeant York.

Party on, Garth.

Time: Wed, 27-Jun-2001 07:48:34 GMT     IP: 205.244.160.150

On the Road features no character named Neil Cassady. It does, 
however, feature a character named Dean Moriarty, who is based on 
real-life person NeAl Cassady (capitalization mine, of course). 
Neal with an 'a'. Not Neil with an 'i'. And to us Neils (and 
Neals) of the world, that makes a helluva difference.

But to answer your query, yes, it has been noticed before, but 
only in private circles.

So.

How's everyone doing this summer?

Balls

Time: Fri, 29-Jun-2001 20:15:25 GMT     IP: 207.191.211.207

The amount of energy consumed during an average arena appearance 
by Rage Against the Machine could power an El Salvadoran town of 
10,000 for nearly two years. 

The amount of energy consumed during the release of a new Rage 
Against the Machine album (pressing, transport, promotion, video 
airings, packaging) could power the entire nation of El Salvador 
for over eight months. 

The amount of energy consumed during the release of a new 
Backstreet Boys album is sufficient to produce 51,200 acres of 
organic vegetables and ship the produce to Somalia. 

The amount of energy consumed during the release of a new John 
Tesh album is sufficient to utterly destroy John Tesh and 
everything within 4400 feet of John Tesh (on open ground; if 
John Tesh were located in a reinforced bunker at the time, the 
effective blast radius would be significantly reduced). 

Time: Sun, 01-Jul-2001 01:56:15 GMT     IP: 205.244.160.12

some people get bored by hearing about other people's dreams.  
I'm not one of those.  I always find other people's dreams 
fascinating.  If you are one of those people, don't read the rest 
of this message.  This is a dream I had recently.  It involves 
Dan Brooks.
    In the back of my mind during this dream was the knowledge 
that my former high school, Iowa City West, had agreed to have 
its building remodeled by a lousy construction agency, since it 
would, for some reason, mean a big kickback from the state.  So 
in the world of the dream I remembered this information, but 
vaguely, since it had appearantly been over a year ago that this 
was a controversy.
     So I had to go to West High for some sort of seminar which I 
needed to qualify for grad school.  And I remembered this 
controversy when I discovered that the doors were all made out of 
some sort of cross between sheetrock and particle board, and the 
floors were covered in hay.  The material of the doors was 
orange, but it was laminated with white plastic.  When you'd pull 
on the metal handle on the door, it would come off in your hand, 
and orange powder would go all over the place.
     The stairs had all been replaced by ramps made of a thinner 
version of plywood which would crack when you walked on it.  I 
climbed to the third floor, breaking the ramp at the very top of 
my climb.  And there was Dan Brooks, the first person there for 
the seminar.  He gave me this history lesson: In the 1800s, 
Eastern European Jews from poor families would describe hay on 
the floors and frayed edges (like the broken ramp) as 'Beaver 
Fur'.  The reason for this was that beaver fur was valuable and 
exotic, and it would impress a wealthy suitor to know that your 
floor was lined with it.  So the idea was to impress him, marry 
him, get his money for your family, and then murder him.  In 
retrospect, I'm not sure why you would need to murder him, 
exactly, but it made the story more exciting.
     Then i woke up.
     Anyone know if there is any truth to this story D

Time: Sun, 01-Jul-2001 03:28:16 GMT     IP: 205.244.160.12

if anyone else is as bored with this summer as I am, I curse the 
gods that made we.

I am bored enough that I have been recycling this old timewaster: 
enter the names of NS writers as URLs.  Here's the result of my 
efforts:
These sites work and indicate the existance of a person with the 
same name as the NS performer:
www.nickclark.com
www.markhansen.com
www.gregmitchell.com
www.thomaskovacs.com
www.jameserwin.com
www.jameswolf.com

These sites exist:
www.hangel.com - neat animated cursor.  I can't get anything more 
out of this site tho'
www.prust.com - somebody knows a lot about web programming, tho 
the site might only work on a Mac.
www.alawson.com - a popup-ad nightmare finally yields a very 
pretty pic of somebody arc-welding.
www.ahahn.com - a mystery I have not yet investigated.
www.jwilder.com - a very neat animated intro takes a longish time 
to load and then yields nothing but an ema

Time: Sun, 01-Jul-2001 05:29:59 GMT     IP: 207.191.211.207

This "James Erwin" is a fraudulent impostor! I rebuke him! My own 
website, which you can find through a) typing my name into a 
search engine and b) remembering that I am an amateur historian 
of no mean repute is much, much cooler and, in fact, the only 
website by a No Shame alumnus which is cited in Encarta. God's 
own truth. 

So yeah, I'm bored too.

*twiddle*