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daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU)
Fri Mar 23 01:34:22 1990

Date: Fri, 23 Mar 90 01:33:37 EST
From: root@CHARON.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
To: ca-mtg@BLOOM-BEACON.MIT.EDU


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celine (Robert Fullmer):

A limerick packs laughs anatomical
Into space that is quite economical.
	But the good ones I've seen
	So seldom are clean,
And the clean ones so seldom are comical.


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cordolf (Rich DeCristofaro):

                         The song of the Arolen


                   'Ere the greyid twilight falls
                   I have a tremblous tale to spin, 
                   So come here, children, gather all
                   As I sing of an Arolin.

                   This Arolin would ne'er have dared 
                   To splitter by the wilitoed square
                   Since the phrixus and the corobine
                   Would often slanter close to there.

                   Except this once, the gruntled 'lin
                   Wandered blithely toward that field,
                   Entranced by the spindling weave within
                   And a cortal desire which did not yield.

                   So, succumbing to this pervish urge
                   She found herself entrapped by phrix!
                   And from the corobine's quillsome dirge
                   Expired, victim to their crueling tricks!

                   And so the quizzled Arolen kin
                   Wondered what became of that one 'lin,
                   And now they all warn errisked children
                   With the song of the lost Arolin.

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 - Nifty, huh?

Oh-- By the way.  Meade is a nifty dood.  And I mean that!

                             -signed,

                               The Ultimate Hackster...













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djf (David J Flanagan):

 [?38h 2``(@

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dkk (David K Krikorian):


  /Earth is 98% full.  Please delete anybody you can.

(From Ian Novack in rec.humor.funny)


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gardel (Natalio C Pincever):

{From system: This user's .plan file is not world readable}

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jfc (John F Carr):

Found while cleaning the mailbox...

.	The result of "time detach -O -n -h -a" on the old SIPB dialup
	server:

	219.5u 64.6s 8:31 55% 92+2184k 91+4335io 5pf+0w

	(it was 5:45 AM and I wanted to see just how slow attach was
	when there were > 100 things attach-ed).

Yes, I like collecting the run times of programs.  Screens full of numbers
make it look like I'm doing something important.


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jik (Jonathan I. Kamens):

Entertaining NetNews signatures, number 6 in a series:

--
Kaden thought of the old Klingon proverb.  "Fool me once, shame on
you: fool me twice, prepare to die."


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jtkohl (John T Kohl):

Oooh, they say some people long ago
were searching for a different tune,
one that they could croon
as only they can (as they can)
They only had the rhythm, so 
they started swaying to and fro.
They didn't know just what to use
that is how the blues really began:
They heard the breeze in the trees
singing weird melodies
and they made that the start of the blues.
And from a jail
came the wail
of a down hearted frail,
And they played that as part of the blues.
From a whippoorwill
out on a hill
they took a new note.
Pushed it through a horn
'til it was worn
into a blue note.
And then they nursed it, rehearsed it,
and gave out the news
that the Southland gave birth to the blues.
They nursed it, rehearsed it,
and gave, gave out the news
that the Southland gave birth to the blues.

_The Birth of the Blues_


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lwvanels (Lucien W. Van Elsen):

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can't change, courage to
change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.


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montreal (It's just Toby):


Letter to the United States Government:

	"The President in Washington send word that he wishes to buy
our land.  But how can you buy or sell the sky?  The land?  The idea
is strange to us.  If we do not own the freshness of the air and the
sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?
	"Every part of this earth is sacred to my people.  Every
shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods,
every meadow, every humming insect.  All are holy in the memory and
experience of my people.
	"We know the sap which courses through the trees as we know
the blood that courses through our veins.  We are part of the earth
and it is part of us.  The perfumed flowers are our sisters.  The
bear, the deer, the great eagle, these are our brothers.  The rocky
crests, the juices in the meadow, the body heat of the pony, and man,
all belong to the same family.
	"The shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not
just water, but the blood of our ancestors.  If we sell you our land,
you must remember that it is sacred.  Each ghostly reflection in the
clear waters of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of
my people.  The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father.
	"The rivers are our brothers.  They quench our thirst.  They
carry our canoes and feed our children.  So you must give to the
rivers the kindness you would give any brother.
	"If we sell you this land, remember that the air is precious
to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.
The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his
last sigh.  The wind also gives our children the spirit of life.  So
if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, as a place
where man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow
flowers.
	"Will you teach your children what we have taught our
children?  That the earth is our mother?  What befalls the earth
befalls all the sons of the earth.
	"This we know: the earth does not belong to man, man belongs
to the earth.  All things are connected like the blood that unites us
all.  Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it.
Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.
	"One thing we know: our god is also your god.  The earth is
precious to him and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its
creator.
	"Your destiny is a mystery to us.  What will happen when the
buffalo are all slaughtered?  The wild horses tamed?  What will happen
when the secret corners of the forest are heavy with the scent of many
men and the view of the ripe hills is blotted by talking wires?  Where
will the thicket be?  Gone?  Where will the eagle be?  Gone?  And what
is it to say goodbye to the swift pony and the hunt?  The end of
living and the beginning of survival.
	"When the last Red Man has vanished with his wilderness and
his memory is only the shadow of a cloud moving across the prairie,
will these shores and forests still be here?  Will there be any of the
spirit of my people left?
	"We love this earth as a newborn loves its mother's heartbeat.
So, if we sell you our land, love it as we have loved it.  Care for it
as we have cared for it.  Hold in your mind the memory of the land as
it is when you receive it.  Preserve the land for all children and
love it, as God loves us all.
	"As we are part of the land, you too are part of the land.
This earth is precious to us.  It is also precious to you.  One thing
we know: there is only one God.  No man, be he Red Man or White Man,
can be apart.  We are brothers after all."

					-- Chief Seattle --




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njw (Nicholas John Williams):

I am currently at Imperial College, London UK. (honest)
I log on now and again, but if you want to contact me, mail gets
forwarded to the right places...
Address: Dept of Computing, Imperial College, Huxley bldg, 180 Queens Gate,
London.

E-mail to:
njw@athena.mit.edu, njw@nsfnet-relay.ac.uk
njw@cc.ic.ac.uk, njw@doc.ic.ac.uk



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paul (Paul Boutin):


"Without the right architecture, you can't deliver seamless service
 in a global economy."
                        -Ken Hecken, Johnson & Higgins Vice Chairman
		  	 either on risk management or video editing


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piero (Giampiero Sciutto):

{From system: This user's .plan file is not world readable}

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rlcarr (Animato):

{From system: This user's .plan file is more than 10000 bytes long}

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tytso (Theodore Y. Ts'o):

                              Hugging

Hugging is healthy: It helps the body's immunity system, it keeps you
healthier, it cures depression, it reduce stress, it induces sleep, it's
invigorating, it's rejuvenating, it has no unpleasant side effects, and
hugging is nothing less than a miracle drug.

Hugging is al natural: It is organic, naturally sweet, no pesticides,
no preservatives, no artificial ingredients and 100% wholesome.

Hugging is practically perfect: There are no movable parts, no
batteries to wear out, no periodic check-ups, low energy consumption,
high energy yield, inflation-proof, non-fattening, no monthly payments, no
insurance requirements, theft-proof, non-taxable, non-polluting and,
of course, fully returnable!
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setenv TEDPATH 3-7788:3-4261:5-6389:3-3791


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