[1109] in Central_America
New quotes for Sun Nov 27
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU)
Sun Nov 27 01:26:49 1988
Date: Sun, 27 Nov 88 01:26:49 EST
From: Initializer.SysDaemon <root@CHARON.MIT.EDU>
To: ca-mtg@bloom-beacon.mit.edu
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capsalad (Dave Schulman):
I am sailing down a river in a barrel made of lead
I can hear the mighty waters surging inches from my head
O I know the snow is melting in the mountains high above
And the icy current pulls me beyond any hope or love
There's trouble in the classrooms and there's anguish in the halls
Ten thousand angry people feel like breaking down the walls
But the cops are too efficient, and the riots are suppressed
I can't see any way to get this monster off my chest
Barrel made of lead!
Barrel made of lead!
Stop your heart and do what they tell you,
Barrel made of lead!
Ouch, yes. Hm. Tune by Queen (Keep Yourself Alive); words by me.
I hate it when this happens. There goes Naomi with a saxophone!
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celine (Adam Weishaupt):
Our dreams are a second life. This story is about the events of a few
short days ago, when for a select few, there was a shift in the
reality they once knew, and things they had always accepted as given
now became more than just matters of doubt, but the cause for real
skepticism. This story is about a game called life; a game that ends
too soon for some, and not soon enough for others. A game without
purpose.
Purchase your ticket at the door. One a customer. Of course,
everyone gets a ticket. This show doesn't have anyone waiting
outside. Get in line, quick!
I once imagined myself to be at the very center of the universe, and
when I closed my eyes, it all disappeared. Things were as they are
because somewhere in my unconscious (a word I did not know at the
time, but the thought I had in mind all the same) wanted them to be
that way. My power was enormous.
Look no further than yourself for the keys to existence. Not because
you possess them, oh no. They are within and without you, and do not
exist at all.
I guess I really didn't have anything to say.
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henry (Henry Hensch):
"to believe is very dull. to doubt is intensely engrossing. to be on
the alert is to live, to be lulled into security is to die."
-- oscar wilde
quote of the day:
"On November 24, 1988, we received an application from Mr. Yasser
Arafat, Chairman of the PLO, for a visa to attend the United Nations
General Assembly session in New York City as an invitee. The
secretary of state has decided not to recommend a waiver of
ineligibility in this case; the visa application therefore is not
approved."
-- The State Department.
<you'll find me here usually . . . .
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jik (Jonathan I. Kamens):
(sung to the tune of Three Blind Mice)
Three rodents with defective visual perception,
three rodents with defective visual perception.
Visualize how they perambulate,
Visualize how they perambulate.
They all perambulated after the agriculturalist's spouse,
she severed their spinal columns with a kitchen utensil.
Have you ever seen such a spectacle in your existence,
as three rodents with defective visual perception?
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jtkohl (John T Kohl):
T plus 1 year, 1 week.
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mugambo (shippert ('they call me tim')):
Republicans: a mistake? Or did God do it to us on purpose?
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qjb (Emanuel 'Jay' Berkenbilt):
A flea and a fly were stuck in a chimney pipe. What course of action
should they persue? The flea suggested that they propel themselves
through the air, whereas the fly simply pointed out that they should
leave rapidly. As a result of this discussion, they vacated the
premises by propelling themselves in an avian way through an
imperfection in the chimney pipe.
Oh well.
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rosencra (John R Buck):
"He knows which side of his bread the wind is blowing on."
-John Buck
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seow (Choong-Liang Seow):
To defend the rights of all beings (human & non-human) on this earth.
To promote a new neo-capitalist era with a social reproductive
system based on humility and trust.
To find, ultimately, the meaning of the time-partial existence
of earth.
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wchuang (William Chuang):
Life really sucks. MIT was pretty much deserted Thursday night.
Except for me and maybe a couple of others, that is. While my parents
and my uncles and my cousins are all having fun and turkey dinner and
watching movies in Southern California, I had to sit in my room and
eat some pre-processed food. And then they call me and they're all
laughing and asking me what I'm doing. "Tooling," I say. "Oh, oh,"
they answer, "then we'll stop bothering you and not keep you from your
work." Yeah, right.
And then today just happens along. Actually, make that tonight. At
around seven or eight, I'm sitting in my room again (can you say
work?). I've got the Walkman on, and I'm listening to Erasure, _The
Two Ring Circus_, while reading my Biology text. Some of the songs
are pretty good, so I move a little to the tune. And then my chair
starts moving too, and my table is moving the other direction. For a
moment I thought I was getting too much into the music. Then I put my
hands back down on the table, and I can feel everything shaking left
and right. Uh-oh. It takes me a second to realize that we're having
an earthquake. I rip off the damn headphones, jump into my shoes,
snag my jacket and run out into the freezing cold, where most of the
MacGregor residents (those who stayed, which is a pitifully small
number) are all outside eyeing the tower and feeling the cement under
their feet for an aftershock. (the people in the top floors of the
tower were pretty shaken up :^<, sorry)
So, I'm not in California for Thanksgiving, and the earthquakes and
bad weather decides to visit me here (well, the weather is always bad
here, relative to South. Cal.). Just to top things off, a bunch of
the idiots, who have never experienced an earthquake before, start
yelling out loud that it was "cool" and "just like swaying during a
dance" and that they'd like to experience an aftershock even bigger
than the first. I'd love to be able to put them in Anchorage during
the 1969 earthquake. Hey, look it's a bird, it's a plane, it's it's
it's ... a flying yacht? (two miles inland, even)
*****
Let me talk about something else. Searching in my mind for something
to take my mind off (her). Black, black, black... such a nice color.
(someone else, of course, on whom black looks... good) Vivacious,
nice smile. Brown and gold hair. Black clothes, black.
Concentrate, Willow, concentrate!
Mad Mardigan (sp?)
But hey, "A winner never quits. A quitter never wins." So I won't
quit, Rob. Does that mean I'm a masochist?
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