[1235] in Central_America
New quotes for Sun Jan 29
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU)
Sun Jan 29 01:29:56 1989
Date: Sun, 29 Jan 89 01:32:01 EST
From: Initializer.SysDaemon <root@CHARON.MIT.EDU>
To: ca-mtg@bloom-beacon.mit.edu
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dschmidt (Dan Schmidt):
The only things people do profusely are apologize and bleed.
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henry (Henry Hensch):
quote of the day:
"where's my telephone?"
-- the b52's
looking forward to the warm weather ... after 31 january, of course!
only three more days till warm weather!
--
<you'll find me here usually, but between 4th february and 30th june
you will find me
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jcbourne (Juliet C Bourne):
{From System: This user's mind is not world-readable}
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jh (Joseph Harrington):
Nuclear weapons: May they rust in peace.
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rosencra (John R Buck):
If there's one great thing
To happen in my life.
If there's one great day,
If there's one great height,
Let it be the time for peace.
Let it be the time for right,
If there's one great thing
To happen in my life.
- "One Great Thing", Big Country, _The Seer_
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wesommer (Bill Sommerfeld):
Countdown
Lit up with anticipation
We arrive at the launching site
The sky is still dark, nearing dawn
On the Florida coastline.
Circling choppers slash the night
With roving searchlight beams
This magic day when super-science
Mingles with the bright stuff of dreams
Floodlit in the hazy distace
The star of this unearthly show
Venting vapours, like the breath
Of a sleeping white dragon
Crackling speakers, voices tense
Resume the final count
All systems check, T minus nine
As the sun and the drama start to mount
The air is charged --- a humid motionless masss
The crowds and the cameras,
The cars full of spectators pass
Excitement so thick --- you could cut it with a knife
Technology --- high, on the leading edge of life
The earth beneath us starts to tremble
With the spreading of a low black cloud
A thunderous roar shakes the air
Like the whole world exploding
Scorching blast of golden fire
As it slowly leaves the ground
Tears away with a mighty force
The air is shattered by the awesome sound
Like a pillar of cloud, the smoke linger
High in hte air
In fascination --- with the eyes of the world
We stare ...
(Lyrics by Neil Peart of Rush)
--- End of Central America ---
