[2958] in Central_America
New quotes for Sat Dec 1
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (John T Kohl)
Sat Dec 1 12:03:46 1990
Date: Sat, 1 Dec 90 12:03:18 -0500
From: John T Kohl <jtkohl@ATHENA.MIT.EDU>
To: ca-mtg@bloom-beacon.mit.edu
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alrosado (Ana L Rosado):
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amgreene (Andrew Marc Greene):
All we like sheep, indeed.
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asrivkin (Andrew S Rivkin):
yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sand
with all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
let me forget about today until tomorrow...
-Bob Dylan
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delphi (Andrew J. Kass):
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disc (Bernard Y-M Chin):
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jcbourne (Juliet C Bourne):
Casual Conversations
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Breakfast in America
Supertramp
It doesn't matter what I say
You never listen anyway
Just don't know
What you're looking for
Imagination is all I have
But even then you say it's bad
Just can't see
Why we disagree
Casual conversations
How they bore me
Yeah they go on and on
Endlessly
No matter what I say
You'll ignore me anyway
I might as well talk in my sleep
I could weep
You try to make me feel so small
Until there's nothing left at all
Why go on
Just hoping that we'll get along?
There's no communication left between us
But is it me or you who's to blame?
There's nothing I can do
Yes, you're fading out of view
Don't know if I feel joy or pain
It's such a shame
Now it seems that it's all been said
If you must leave then go ahead
Should feel sad,
But I really believe that I'm glad
I really believe that I'm glad
I really believe that I'm glad...
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jdsindlr (David J. Sindelar):
?? Just who do you think you are, attaching my directory like that???
Just kidding. How are you? How's life? Why are you on Athena
and not outside having a groovy time?
If you know the answers to any of these questions, then write me and
tell me, and you will get a prize. Maybe.
Seriously now.
If you read this, drop me a not. I'm curious whether or not anyone
actually reads these.
Lessee.... what IS my plan, anyway? I think i'll plan to be spontaneous
about the times I show up at Athena, so don't expect me to be on an
certain time.
" The last train is nearly due,
the underground is closing soon
in the dark deserted station
restless with anticipation
a man waits in the shadows..
His restless eyes leap and scratch
at all that they can touch or catch
Hidden deep inside his pocket
safe within that silent socket
he holds his colored crayon..
Now from the tunnel's stony womb
a carriage rides to meet the groom
it opens wide and welcome doors-
but he hesitates, then withdraws
deeper in the shadows..
and the train is gone suddenly..
on wheels clicking silently..
a gentle tapping litany..
and he holds his crayon rosary..
tighter in his hand!!
Now from his pocket quick he flashes
the crayon on the wall he slashes
deep within the advertising
a single word, onl' comprising
four letters..
His heart is laughing, screaming, pounding
the poem across the tracks rebounding
in the shadow of the exit light
his legs take their ascending flight
to seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night.
-Simon and Garfunkel, Poem on an Underground Wall.
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Well, have fun.. and don't forget to write me if you read this.
-Joel, jdsindlr@athena.mit.edu
The Walrus and the Carpenter
were walking close at hand.
They wept like anything to see
such quantities of sand.
"If this were only cleared away,"
they said, "It would be grand."
"If seven maids with seven mops
swept it for half a year,
do you suppose," the walrus said,
"that they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
and shed a bitter tear.
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lnp (Lisa N Paradis):
Plan for this week...
sleep
x listen to Early Baroque's Greatest Hits
x draft of section one -- 21.690 paper
\ finish writing chapter 4 of my thesis
outline chapter 5 of my thesis
x = done
\ = in progress
(note that I haven't quite gotten around to sleeping yet...)
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Thought for the day:
"Once he had one leg in the White House and the nation trembled under his
roars. Now he is a tinpot pope in the Coca-Cola belt and a brother to the
forlorn pastors who belabor halfwits in galvanized iron tabernacles behind
the railroad yards."
- H. L. Mencken, writing of William Jennings Bryan, counsel for the supporters
of Tennessee's anti-evolution law at the Scopes "Monkey Trial" in 1925.
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mfkeady (Margaret F. Keady):
Losing love is like a window in your heart.
Everyone can see you're blown apart.
Everyone can feel the wind blow.....
--Paul Simon,
"Graceland"
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rlcarr (Richard L. Carreiro):
Meanwhile back in the Year One - when you belonged to no-one -
You didn't stand a chance son, if your pants were undone.
'Cause you were bred for Humanity and sold to Society -
One day you'll wake up in the Present Day -
A million generations removed from expectations
Of being who you really want to be.
Skating Away-ay! Skating Away-ay!
Skating Away-ay on the Thin Ice of the New Day-ay-ay-ay-ay.
Ay-ay-ay-ay!
So as you push off from the shore, won't you turn your head once more -
And make your peace with everyone?
For those who choose to stay, will live just one more day -
To do the things they should have done.
And as you cross the wilderness, spinning in your emptiness:
You feel you have to pray.
Looking for a sign that the Universal Mind(!)
Has written you into the Passion Play.
Skating Away-ay! Skating Away-ay!
Skating Away-ay on the Thin Ice of the New Day-ay-ay-ay-ay.
Ay-ay-ay-ay!
And as you cross the Circle Line, well, the ice-wall creaks behind -
You're a rabbit on the run.
And the silver splinters fly in the corner of your eye -
Shining in the setting sun.
Well, do you ever get the feeling that the Story's too damn real and in
the present tense?
Or that everybody's on the stage, and it seems like
You're the only person sitting in the audience?
Skating Away-ay! Skating Away-ay!
Skating Away-ay on the Thin Ice of the New Day-ay-ay-ay-ay.
Ay-ay-ay-ay!
Skating Away-ay!
Skating Away-ay!
Skating Away!
"Skating Away on the Thin Ice of a New Day"
Jethro Tull
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saf (Safroadu Yeboah-Amankwah):
I plan to graduate, run a 4 minute mile, beat the Harvard #1 and fight the power.
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therese (Suntioinen Therese M.):
One day in a nuclear age
they may understand our rage
They build machines that they can't control
And bury the waste in a great big hole
Power was to become cheap and clean
Grimy faces were never seen
But deadly for twelve thousand years is
carbon fourteen
We work the black seam together
- Sting
Dream of the Blue Turtles
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