[2808] in Central_America
New quotes for Wed Oct 17
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
Wed Oct 17 01:31:55 1990
Date: Wed, 17 Oct 90 01:31:30 EDT
From: root@charon.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
To: ca-mtg@bloom-beacon.mit.edu
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celine (Robert Fullmer):
Ha HAH!
Coconut trees
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horiuchi (Junjiro Horiuchi):
"Wagahai wa neko de aru"
Logged out last from m16-034-9 at Wed Oct 17 00:23:39 EDT 1990.
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jtidwell (Jenifer P. Tidwell):
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To: big-phun@media-lab.media.mit.edu
Subject: wild 'n mild
Date: Tue, 16 Oct 90 14:43:46 EDT
From: asb@media-lab.media.mit.edu
For an aesthetic experience you won't soon forget, check out
the package of the new fritos "wild 'n mild" flavor. Pink
and teele blue with (you guessed it) the usual fritos shades
of orange. Spoils my appetite.
Available in a media lab vending machine near you.
-- asb
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knoedler (Kevin C Knoedler):
My plan at this time is very broad. I plan to help all the peoples
of the world through a series of international takeovers. How will
this help anyone? Once I control the world I can improve the
enviroment, equalize standards of living, improve communications,
and make everyone happy. If you have any suggestions in helping
me do this, send them to knoedler@athena.mit.edu.
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lnp (Lisa N Paradis):
The Registrar's Office, being its usual inept self, has messed up my
address. They officially have my address from last summer listed as
my fall address. I never told them what my summer address was, but
they got the information anyway. I turned in my change of address
card on Registration day, but, alas, they never bothered to look at
it. I've turned in another change of address card... Until the
Registrar's Office gets its act together, I'll have to live with the
incorrect finger @mit information. Below is my correct address...
Lisa N Paradis
East Campus - BEMIS 102 (NOT Goodale 110)
(617)-225-6162 (NOT 225-6185)
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Plan for this week...
x number measures in the Shubert String Quartet (21.690)
\ research on Beethoven for 21.690
\ listen to the Renaissance's Greatest Hits (21.621)
\ 21.621 paper
x read chapters 12 && 13 for 6.046
x do problem set 4 for 6.046
x make up handouts for my 18.011 students
x make up homewk probs for my 18.011 students (Death&&Destruction)
\ get some REAL work done on my thesis
x = done
\ = in progress
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Thought for the day:
Steinbach's Guideline for Systems Programming
Never test for an error condition you don't know how to
handle.
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pmlouie (P. M. Louie):
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A few years in Cambridge would give her personal weight....She needed
the university more than the university needed her......She broke her
life in halves again in order to begin a new education, on lines she
had not chosen, in subjects for which she cared less than nothing; in
a place she cared less than nothing; in a place she did not love, and
before a future which repelled...
Henry Adams
The Education of Henry Adams
[apologies to Mr. Adams for replacing 'he' with 'she']
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"To love somebody is to know you can tell everything and not be
laughed at, and not be judged."
-- A line from a play
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Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear.
For I wear a thousand masks that I am afraid to take off
and none of them are me.
Pretending is an art that's second nature with me, but don't be fooled,
for God's sake don't be fooled.
I give the impression that I am secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me,
within as well as without,
that confidence is my name and coolness my game;
that the waters are calm and I am in command,
and that I need no one.
But don't believe me, please.
My surface may seem smooth, but my surface is my mask.
'Neath this lies no compliance.
Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in fear, and aloneness.
But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear of being exposed.
That is why I frantically create a mask to hide behind;
a nonchalant, sophisticated facade,
to help me pretend, to shield me from the glance that knows.
But such a glance is precisely my salvation.
My only salvation. And I know it.
That is, if it is followed by acceptance, if it is followed by love.
It is the only thing that will assure me of what I can't assure myself,
that I am worth something.
But, I don't tell you this. I don't dare. I am afraid to.
I am afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance and love.
I am afraid you will think less of me, that you will laugh at me,
and that you will see this and reject me.
So I play my game, my desperate game,
with a facade of assurance without, and a trembling child within.
And so begins the parade of masks, and my life becomes a front.
I tell you everything that is really nothing,
and nothing of what is everything,
of what is crying witin me;
So when I am going through my routine
do not be fooled by what I am saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I am not saying.
What I would like to be able to say,
what for survival I need to say, but I can't say.
I dislike hiding, Honestly!
I dislike the superficial game I am playing, the phony game.
I would really like to be genuine and spontaneous, and me,
but you have got to help me. You have got to hold out your hand,
even when that is the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes that blank stare of breathing death.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you try to understand and because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings, very small wings, very feeble wings, but wings.
With your sensitivity and sympathy, and your power of understanding,
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
how you can be the creator of the person that is me if you choose to.
Please choose to. You alone can break down the wall
behind which I tremble, you alone can remove my mask.
You alone can release me from my shadow--world of panic and uncertainty;
From my lonely person.
Do not pass me by.
Please... do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you;
a long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach me, the blinder I strike back.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for. But I am told that
love is stronger than walls, and in this lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls with firm hands,
but with gentle hands--for a child is very sensitive.
Who am I, you may wonder? I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet and I am every woman you meet.
- Anonymous
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rkpankaj (Rajesh K Pankaj):
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