[1032] in Central_America
New quotes for Mon Nov 7
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU)
Mon Nov 7 01:30:35 1988
Date: Mon, 7 Nov 88 01:30:29 EST
From: Initializer.SysDaemon <root@CHARON.MIT.EDU>
To: ca-mtg@bloom-beacon.mit.edu
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capsalad (Dave Schulman):
I was reading the words of Central America, reading what the people
wrote, when I saw a band of light flicking eagerly over the rim of the
horizon, waiting to tell me what might happen next, waiting to tell me what
time it was. I watched, listened, sat. It let me type for a while.
Shadowed now, the bars at the edges of my screen had rolled into the
image of a smile, a disquieting and cruel smile. I waited, unhappy.
People had smiled at me that way before; people mostly occupy center screen
but some few hide along the borders. I thought I heard a clock ticking.
When at last my laboratory report was finished: scriben, scripted,
gone; the lighter band on the horizon brightened, rolled right to the
middle of my screen.
I rolled left, blinking.
Central America was drained dry. There was nothing left to write nor
read. The machine quieted to a bored hum, and the source of the merriment
jarred me suddenly, dropped like a soft heavy cloth from the roofbeams. My
wristwatch had stopped while I'd begged the time from a sophisticated box
with no face or eyebrows or teeth to help it smile. I'd let myself be lied
to.
My watch had stopped. Never to go again. I feel now both comic and
tragic, a game for the Machines our servants.
I was there when he died, but I didn't see him go. I was looking at
the center of my screen, the Center of America.
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celine (Adam Weishaupt):
Nuke the friends of the toxic waste manufacturers. Lust lads with crusty
gnads went through the threshold to the stads.
Much incoherent crap was once manufactured here. Now we try to keep
the export to a bare minimum. There is NO normative basis for surreal
activity, but we can still pretend...
I have this kind of blah (my namesake, of course, but nonetheless
appropriate) feeling. It doesn't seem to want to go away. I don't
want to tool (not unusual). I don't want to write any papers. No
desire to play vids. Don't want to eat, sleep, or have sex. Nor to
think about the meaning of life. Shit! That is rare! I don't even
want to live or die. Is this the absolute, ultimate form of apathy or
what?
I think it must be the weather...
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dschmidt (Dan Schmidt):
Feeling so good-natured I could drool
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rosencra (John R Buck):
For a long time I fell,
Without style or grace.
Wearing shoes without socks,
In cold weather.
I knew my heart
Was in the right place.
I knew I'd be able
To do these things.
-Talking Heads, "Houses in Motion"
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smamros (Shawn Mamros):
Fall term locations:
Weekdays: Digital Equipment Corporation, Marlborough, MA
(508)490-8900
E-mail to: mamros%wmbr.dec@decwrl.dec.com
(Yes, my own workstation... how did you guess? ;-)
Weeknights and weekends: WMBR, 50-030, x3-4000
The few times I get some sleep: Ashdown House, room 401B, 225-9751
Don't worry, be grumpy...
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wchuang (William Chuang):
_Open Your Heart_
I see you on the street and you walk on by
You make me wanna hang my head
Down and cry
If you gave me half a chance you'd see
My desire burning inside of me
But you choose to look the other way
Well, I've got something to say
I've had to work much harder than this
For something I want
Don't try to resist me
Open your heart to me, baby
I hold the lock and you hold the key
Open your heart to me, darlin'
I'll give you love if you, you turn the key
I think that you're afraid to look in my eyes
You look a little sad boy, I wonder why
I follow you around but you can't see
You're too wrapped up in yourself to notice
So you choose to look the other way
Well, I've got something to say
Don't try to run I can keep up with you
Nothing can stop me from trying
You've got to
Open your heart with the key
...
and much more, from Madonna, the _True Blue_ album
**********
"Oh L'amour" describes my feelings in straight terms.
The way Prince sings "Purple Rain" describes my
emotional state.
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"Piss on MIT," my friend says.
"I already did!"
"F*ck MIT," he yells, not hearing me.
"Uh... I don't think so..."
"Huh? What was that? Wait! Did you say you pissed on MIT?" he finally asks.
"Yep. On the roof not too far from the Great Dome."
"You're kidding"
"Nope"
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