[1436] in Central_America
New quotes for Fri Apr 21
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU)
Fri Apr 21 01:26:40 1989
Date: Fri, 21 Apr 89 01:30:37 EDT
From: Initializer.SysDaemon <root@CHARON.MIT.EDU>
To: ca-mtg@bloom-beacon.mit.edu
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celine (Adam Weishaupt):
No sun comin' through my window
Yeah like I'm livin' at the bottom of a grave.
No sun comin' through my window
Yeah like I'm livin' at the bottom of a grave.
Won't you come and rescue me?
So I can be on my miserable way.
Hendrix always had a way with words...
(From "I Don't Live Today", off Are You Experienced)
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cjsmith (CarolYN J Smith):
A nice dilemma we have here
that calls for all our wit, for all our wit.
And at this stage, it dont appear
that we can settle it.
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eth (Evan T Hurlburt):
Atlas Shrugged
The Fountainhead
We the Living
Anthem
Introduction to Objectivist Epistemology
The Virtue of Selfishness
Capitalism: The Unknown Ideal
The Romantic Manifesto
The New Left: The Anti-Industrial Revolution
Philosophy: Who Needs It?
The Voice of Reason
The Ominous Parallels
The Objectivist
The Objectivist Newsletter
The Ayn Rand Letter
The Intellectual Activist
Read 'em. Read _Atlas Shrugged_ (by Ayn Rand) first. It is the greatest book
ever written. It is the only novel I know of that truly demonstrates the
importance of reason in all aspects of life.
Evan Hurlburt
(eth@athena.mit.edu)
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jtkohl (John T Kohl):
"
I'm Lester the Nightfly
Hello Baton Rouge
Won't you turn your radio down
Respect the seven second delay we use
So you say there's a race
Of men in the trees
You're for tough legislation
Thanks for calling
I wait all night for calls like these
An independent station
WJAZ
With jazz and conversation
From the foot of Mt. Belzoni
Sweet music
Tonight the night is mine
Late line till the sun comes through the skylight
I've got plenty of java
And Chesterfield Kings
But I feel like crying
I wish I had a heart like ice
Heart like ice
If you want your honey
To look super swell
You must spring for that little blue jar
Patton's Kiss And Tell
Kiss And Tell
An independent station
WJAZ
With jazz and conversation
From the foot of Mt. Belzoni
Sweet music
Tonight the night is mine
Late line till the sun comes through the skylight
You'd never believe it
But once there was a time
When love was in my life
I sometimes wonder
What happened to that flame
The answer's still the same
It was you you it was you
Tonight you're still on my mind
An independent station
WJAZ
With jazz and conversation
From the foot of Mt. Belzoni
Sweet music
Tonight the night is mine
Late line till the sun comes through the skylight
"
-"The Nightfly", _The Nightfly_, Donald Fagen
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macoiley (Mark A Coiley):
I have a plan!
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rlcarr (Rich Carreiro):
In the grimy Cambridge air, with a slide rule in my hand.
Got a Coop bill in the mail, my last dollar near at hand.
I'm a long way from home. And I crave vacation so.
But there's not a prayer for me, cuz I've got 3 years to go.
When the weekend comes at last, and I put my books away.
I go off to seek relief in the best of many ways.
I get my hopes all raised, but then she won't go out.
So I'm cooped up in my room, working on a drinking bout.
Up in building 54 (up in building 54), a big final set to roll.
But I'll end up with a 'D', like the draftees that I know.
You can't dodge the draft, like you can a physics class.
Mrs. Luck please pray for me. Save from from the Army brass.
This old 'Tute has got me down. It's no earthly good to me.
But I'm stuck here for eight terms, just as stoned as I can be.
When I finally do get out, Uncle Sam will send me there.
So I'm screwed no matter what, in the grimy Cambridge air.
When I finally do get out, Uncle Sam will send me there.
So I'm screwed no matter what, in the grimy Cambridge air.
-- "In the Grimy Cambrige Air"
1966 Tech Sing
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