[1772] in Central_America
New quotes for Sat Sep 16
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU)
Sat Sep 16 01:37:22 1989
Date: Sat, 16 Sep 89 01:38:28 EDT
From: root@CHARON.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
To: ca-mtg@BLOOM-BEACON.MIT.EDU
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celine (Robert Fullmer):
Plan, Plan, Plan ... what is the plan?
Milano cookies, bridge, and hoop (not necessarily in that order...)
To spend more time with certain people (you know who you are...)
To deal with what I must, ignore what I should, and enjoy the rest (and
figure out how the hell to tell the difference...)
To answer the questions on Ferro's door...
"I got the best friends in all of explored space!" - Opus
"To seek the sacred river Alph/To walk the caves of ice
To break my fast on honeydew/And drink the milk of Paradise..." - Coleridge
"So many thoughts in my head/So many places to be
So many faces that I long to see
Somebody said `Why do you do this to you/Why not sit back and relax
Take my advice go straight and settle down
Slow down you're movin' too fast/You seem afraid it won't last
Go to the islands and forget it all...'" - Styx
"It's either that[party] or wallow in self-pity." - TM
"Which arm did you break?" - ChH
"Are those ropes to hold up the tree?" - ChH
Just kidding.
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paul (Paul Boutin):
"Swap, swap, fizz, fizz,
Oh, what a release it is."
6.170 PS#3: Implement 'ls -clu'
"It is glorious to grow rich."
-Deng Xiaoping
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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 Cambridge Air"
1966 Tech Sing
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