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New quotes for Mon Nov 5
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
Mon Nov 5 01:32:51 1990
Date: Mon, 5 Nov 90 01:32:26 EST
From: root@charon.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
To: ca-mtg@bloom-beacon.mit.edu
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dpeisach (Daniel Peisach):
THE ELECTROMAGNETIC HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC
(Dedicated to the Class of 1965)
God noticed that the universe was starting to run down.
So he turned to James Clerk Maxwell with a highly puzzled frown.
He said "Jim help, for if you don't 'twill be terrible to see
When the universe begins to fade to zero entropy.
Refrain:
Glory, glory dear old Maxwell.
Glory, glory dear old Maxwell.
Glory, glory dear old Maxwell.
And light goes shining on.
Maxwell said to God I thought you were really bright;
When I set the system up, I fixed the speed of light.
For c equals the inverse root of eu (epsilon mu naught)
0
So light will still shine, though theology will not.
Refrain.
Jim said to God, now don't you see, displacement can't diverge.
Unless you have some charge of course, and that must be the word.
->
And H is solenoidal for its curves must all be closed.
And light goes shining on.
Refrain.
If you take the time derivative of Mag. induction flux,
->
Its negative's the curl of D with just a little luck.
__ -> ->
And \/ cross H is current plus the partial of D dt.
And light goes shining on.
Refrain.
-> ->
He said the normal parts of B and D must smoothly change, and
-> ->
Tangential parts of E and H must surely be the same.
So he solved reflection problems at the dielectric boundary,
And refraction that had theory in a big corpuscle quandry.
Refrain.
At M.I.T. there was a man who really saw the light.
When he found that Jim's equations made his pictures turn out right.
Now our Harold's strobes are bravely placed to brighten up the night,
And light goes shining on. And off. And on. And off. And on...
Refrain.
Today all sophomore students take 8.031 here.
And everyone knows that 8.031 takes it in the ear;
So the blasted equations still command a bit of fear,
And Sherb goes talking on. And on. And on. And on. And on...
Refrain.
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edzimmer (Eric D. Zimmerman):
...so if Sunday you're free, Why don't you come with me
And we'll poison the pigeons in the park!
And maybe we'll do in a squirrel or two
While we're poisoning pigeons in the park.
We'll murder them all amid laughter and merrimnent,
Except for the few we take home to experiment!
My pulse will be quickenin' with each drop of strych'nin'
we feed to a pigeon (It just takes a smidgeon!)
to poison a pigeon in the park!
-Tom Lehrer
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kdrolt (Kenneth D Rolt):
graduate, get married, and get rich from the sales of my series of
bad-detective fiction novels about a big-city shamus who gets $50 per day,
plus expenses.
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kep (Karen):
you fingered me, YOU figure it out.
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lnp (Lisa N Paradis):
Plan for this week...
\ reading for 6.046
\ problem set n+1 for 6.046
\ draft of section one -- 21.690 paper
listen to Early Baroque's Greatest Hits
\ finish writing chapter 4 of my thesis
x ASA stuff for band
x other grant proposals
x UROP backlog paperwork
x = done
\ = in progress
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Thought for the day:
Today's secret word is swiss.
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therese (Suntioinen Therese M.):
If we seek solace in the prisons of the distant past
Security in human systems we're told will always always last
Emotions are the sail and blind faith is the mast
Without the breath of real freedom we're getting no where fast
If God is dead and an actor plays his part
his words of fear will find their way to a place in your heart
Without the voice of reason every faith is its own curse
Without freedom from the past things can only get worse
..History will teach us nothing
- Sting
Nothing Like the Sun
--- End of Central America ---
