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daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU)
Wed Apr 12 01:25:20 1989
Date: Wed, 12 Apr 89 01:28:26 EDT
From: Initializer.SysDaemon <root@CHARON.MIT.EDU>
To: ca-mtg@bloom-beacon.mit.edu
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amdehon (Andre' DeHon):
...alone on a hill...
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belville (Sharon Belville):
You Say You Want A
R E V O L U T I O N
MIT / ULowell Spring Campus Retreat
Waterville Valley, NH
April 15 - 16
``Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I did
not come to bring peace, but a sword.'' Matthew 10:34
The shot heard 'round the world. The storming of the Bastille.
Unrest in Southeast Asia, Central America, and the Middle East.
Revolution always stirs deep emotion within us. We admire those men
and women who will stand when situations are wrong and make things
change. Paul Revere, Anwar Sedat, Martin Luther King, and even the
Beatles are known today for taking action and moving people. Yet,
when it comes to changes in our own lives, we hold back. We want to
change, but we are too often unwilling to make the necessary
decisions.
Join us for this life-changing weekend, to be inspired by the man that
turned the world upside down. This man Jesus offers us the only way
we can revolutionize our lives for eternity.
SCHEDULE
Saturday, April 15:
1 pm ``Fool On A Hill'' Gregg Marutzky
2 pm Discussion Groups
3 pm Recreation
5 pm Dinner
6 pm ``Hello, Goodbye'' Entertainment
7 pm ``Nowhere Man'' Jim Curran (men)
Cathy Marutzky (women)
8 pm ``Revolution'' Brett Kreider
9 pm ``The Long and Winding Road'' Slide Show
Sunday, April 16:
9 am ``Yesterday'' Jorge Garcia
Dean Wilson
9:30 Classes
10:30 Worship Service
``All You Need is Love'' Brett Kreider
*+*+*+*+*+*+*
e-mail belville@athena for more information
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capsalad (Dave Schulman):
Here is a problem:
I am misplaced; I soar with the weasels and
fly
With the worms of the earth.
Neither are at home in the air.
Always have my heights failed to reach
The feet of our poorest souls.
What am I waiting for?
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cheshire (Mary Vogt):
Living on a lighted stage approaches the unreal
For those who think and feel
In touch with some reality beyond the gilded cage.
Cast in this unlikely role, ill-equipped to act
With insufficient tact
One must put up barriers to keep oneself intact.
Living in the limelight --
The universal dream for those who wish to see.
Those who wish to be must put aside the alienation,
Get on with the fascination,
The real relation, the underlying theme...
Living in a fisheye lens, trapped in the camera eye
I have no heart to lie!
I can't pretend -- the stranger is a long-awaited friend.
All the world's indeed a stage, and we are merely players,
Performers and portrayers,
Each another's audience, outside the gilded cage.
Living in the limelight,
The universal dream for those who wish to see.
Those who wish to be must put aside the alienation,
Get on with the fascination,
The real relation, the underlying theme...
Rush, "Limelight"
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ehasan (Masako Niwa):
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ereidell (Evan A. Reidell):
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ereidell (Evan A. Reidell):
{From system: Just Kidding...}
I plan to create a font entirely done by me, beautiful and unique.
I plan to ascend (or descend) to another spiritual plane.
I plan to be able to snarf text from a Zeffergram.
I plan to win the Boit Writing Prize for essays.
I plan to cry forever and never be truly happy.
I plan to be a good boy and finish all my work.
I plan to stop the world and get off.
"They want to see you lead a normal life..." Peter Gabriel
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jtduran (Jason T. Duran):
Nothing in the world can take place of persistence.
Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent.
Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb.
Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts.
Persistence and Determination alone are omnipotent.
The slogan `Press On` has solved and always will solve the
problems of the human race.
-Calvin Coolidge
Amherst Fiji `94
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jtkohl (John T Kohl):
"Snake! I heard you were dead!"
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mugambo (shippert (some call me 'tim')):
Well, it is done.
I am attending grad school next year at Caltech.
Whoopie.
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ppwang (Paul Wang):
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rlcarr (Rich Carreiro):
AMERICAN PIE
-Don McLean-
A long, long time ago. I can still remember when the music used to
make me smile. And I knew if I had a chance, that I could make those
people dance, and maybe they'd be happy for a while. But February
made me shiver, with every paper I'd deliver. Bad news on the
doorstep, I couldn't take one more step. I can't remember if I cried
when I read about his widowed bride, but something touched me deep
inside the day the music died.
So bye, bye, Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levee but the
levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye, and
singing, "This'll be the day that I die. This'll be the day that I
die."
Did you write the book of love, and do you have faith in God above, if
the bible tells you so? And do you believe in rock 'n' roll, can
music save your immortal soul, and can you teach me how to dance real
slow? Well I know that you're in love with him, 'cuz I saw you
dancing in the gym. You both kicked off your shoes. Man I dig those
rythm and blues! I was a lonely teenaged broncin' buck with a pink
carnation and a pickup truck, but I knew I was outta luck. The day
the music died. I started singing
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levee but the
levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye, and
singing, "This'll be the day that I die. This'll be the day that I
die."
Now for ten years we've been on our own, and moss grows fat on a
rolling stone but that's not how it used to be. When the jester sang
for the king and queen in a coat he borrowed from James Dean, and a
voice that came from you and me. Oh and while the king was looking
down, the jester stole his thorny crown. The courtroom was adjourned.
No verdict was returned. And while Lennon read a book on Marx. the
quartet practiced in the park, and we sang dirges in the dark. The
day the music died. We were singing
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levee but the
levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye, and
singing, "This'll be the day that I die. This'll be the day that I
die."
Helter-skelter in a summer swelter. The birds flew off the fallout
shelter, eight miles high and falling fast. It landed foul on the
grass, the players tried for a forward pass with the jester on the
sidelines in a cast. And the halftime air was sweet perfume while the
sergeants played a marching tune. We all got up to dance, but we
never got the chance. Cuz the players tried to take the field, the
marching band refused to yield. Do you recall what was revealed? The
day the music died. We started singing
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levee but the
levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye, and
singing, "This'll be the day that I die. This'll be the day that I
die."
Oh, in there we were all in one place, a generation lost in space with
no time left to start again. So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be
quick, Jack Flash sat on a candlestick cuz fire is the devil's only
friend. Oh, and as I watched him on the stage, my hands were clenched
in fists of rage. No angel born in Hell could break that Satan's
spell. And as the flames climbed high into the night, to light the
sacrificial light I saw Satan laughing with delight. The day the
music died. He was singing
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levee but the
levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye, and
singing, "This'll be the day that I die. This'll be the day that I
die."
I met a girl who sang the blues and I asked her for some happy news.
But she just smiled and turned away. I went down to the sacred store
where I'd heard the music years before, but the man there said the
music wouldn't play. And in the street the children screamed, the
lovers cried and the poets dreamed. But not a word was spoken, the
church bells all were broken. And the three men I admire most, the
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. They caught the last train for the
coast. The day the music died. And they were singing
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levee but the
levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye, and
singing, "This'll be the day that I die. This'll be the day that I
die."
They were singing
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levee but the
levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye, and
singing, "This'll be the day that I die."
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rosencra (Raoul Duke):
"Humor is the essence of democracy, but neither are we."
- William Carlos Williams and Elvis
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