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New quotes for Sat Dec 8
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
Sat Dec 8 01:32:12 1990
Date: Sat, 8 Dec 90 01:31:44 EST
From: root@charon.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
To: ca-mtg@bloom-beacon.mit.edu
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belville (Sharon Belville):
just burn it, just smash it, just risk it, just spike it, just move it,
just soak it, just climb it, just shourt it, just stuff it, just hoof it,
just jam it, just drive it, just crank it,
just do it!
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celine (Robert Fullmer):
I'm untouchable, see?
blah% umask 333
blah% cat > celine
Can't touch this.
^Cblah% touch celine
touch: celine: cannot touch
A horse is a horse, of course, of course.
spruce trees
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disc (Bernard Y-M Chin):
[ Bernard Chin - 1994 ]
Fall Schedule 1990
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| Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday | Friday |
8 am +----------------------------------------------------------------+
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9 am +----------------------------------------------------------------+
| | | 6.001 R01 | | 6.001 R01 |
| | | (26-302) | | (26-302) |
10 am +----------------------------------------------------------------+
| 6.001 TUT | 6.001 LEC | 6.002 R03 | 6.001 LEC | 6.002 R03 |
| (NE43-429) | (10-250) | (36-153) | (10-250) | (36-153) |
11 am +----------------------------------------------------------------+
| | 6.002 LEC | | 6.002 LEC | |
| | (10-250) | | (10-250) | |
12 pm +----------------------------------------------------------------+
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12:30 pm | | 21.006 REC | | 21.006 REC | |
| | (5-233) | | (5-233) | |
1 pm +------------------||------------------------||------------------+
| 14.01 R09 | || | 14.01 R09 | || | 14.01 R09 |
| (2-136) | \/ | (2-136) | \/ | (2-136) |
2 pm +----------------------------------------------------------------+
| SKATING | | SKATING | | 6.002 TUT |
| (Ath Ctr) | | (Ath Ctr) | | (38-547) |
3 pm +---------------------------------------------------------||-----+
| | | | | ||LAB |
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4 pm +---------------------------------------------------------||-----+
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Course Numbers: 6.001 - Structure and Interpretation of Computer Programs
6.002 - Circuits and Electronics
14.01 - Microeconomics
21.006 - American Literature
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Username: disc@athena.mit.edu Massachusetts Institute of Technology 1990 11/24
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jcbourne (Juliet C Bourne):
I remember once when I had one of my particularly bad tantrums. They
often got a bit physical between my mom and me. I remember her getting
me into a position so I couldn't move. She asked something like: "What's
your problem??" And I remember whimpering, "Nobody likes me." She
replied with something like, "What do you mean? That's nonsense."
Not much has changed since then in terms of my emotions. They're still
volatile and irrational and unpredictable. Only now I don't have my
mother to take my frustration out on, and even if I did, I probably
wouldn't. Because I am now "grown-up" enough to know that that wouldn't
be fair to her, or to anybody. The fact that I can't vent my frustration
without alienating or hurting someone makes matters worse for me. It all
builds up, just like stress does.
I also now don't have my mother to tell me that I'm being very
foolish, although I do have someone somewhat similar. But he has a life
and so he's not always around. If he didn't know before, he'll probably
know now that I depend on him to some extent. Whether that will alienate
him or not, I don't know.
I realized tonight for the upteenth time that I really have no close
friends here. I know a lot of my friends might be hurt by this. I am
truly sorry. But I can't honestly say, at this point in time, that I
feel particularly comfortable going to one of my friends and pouring out
my heart and crying. No one knows me well enough to understand me,
including me. I don't want to distance my friends by putting them into
uncomfortable situations.
So, when I feel ignored, left out, insignificant, there's not much I
can do about it. Yes, I join in activities with my friends. Yes, I get
involved. But to some extent it's empty, because I know that people are
happy without me, things get done without me, the world goes on without
me. If I want to be included, I have to make the effort. Which, I guess,
is as it should be. But I get tired of putting out the effort. What if
it doesn't make a difference to people if I'm there or not? Or worse
yet, what if I annoy people by putting out the effort? Where is that
effort getting me?
I can "disappear off the face of the earth", or at least the campus.
And I have, not for long, maybe a day or so, otherwise I'd go crazy.
Rarely does anyone notice, or say they noticed, or seem to care. I know,
this all sounds very selfish, and it probably is. However, wrong or
right, I get a very strong feeling from time to time that I really don't
matter. And that I really don't affect anyone's life.
And no, I don't want sympathy. I feel foolish enough not being able
to deal with my own problems. I don't need to be reminded that I have
resorted to pouring out my heart to a computer. I'm 21 and I should be
able to get through life by now without throwing tantrums. As some of
you out there my know, I haven't quite managed that yet. And I say to
those who have put up with my tantrums, "Thank you. Please don't forget
me. I need you."
(BTW, a gold star to everyone who managed to read this whole thing
without falling alseep or getting disgusted. 1/2 :-)
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jefft (Jeff Tang):
"The Valar Must Be Crazy"
A Film Review by Malcolm L. Carlock
This delightful film takes an interesting twist on the idea of the
"heroic quest", making us perhaps take a closer look at ourselves,
as well as throwing in a bit of philosophy (and a certain amount of
moralization) along the way.
The story opens onto an idyllic setting, introducing us to a group of
small, brown, curly-haired people who live in what we would consider
unusual happiness and peace, and in relatively quiet harmony with nature.
One day, into their midst comes a powerful and seemingly magical new
object. At first it seems to be quite useful, but ultimately is seen
as a source of discord and unhappiness, if not outright evil, in the
community. A decision is made that one of the members of the community
must take the object away and dispose of it.
The member of the community to whom this task has fallen leaves his home
with a certain amount of sorrow and trepidation, embarking on an arduous
quest for the place where he believes this object can safely be disposed of.
During this journey he encounters quite a number of large, loud and dangerous
people, and more or less constantly risks injury and death.
Eventually, the goal is reached (though not without many setbacks), thanks
to the considerable wisdom of an old bearded fellow whose presence and
assistance proves crucial to the quest, as well as some of the abovementioned
large and loud people, at least two of whom, in a pleasing instance of
romantic justice, end up living happily ever after.
The journey is completed, the troublesome object is disposed of, and
following another long journey, the protagonist returns home to a life
of peace, though a certain shadow remains (possibly the viewer's strong
suspicion that the film is soon to be followed by an inferior sequel.)
Producer/director Barry Took is to be commended for his vision and
originality in creating this thoughtful and colorful film.
Four stars.
---
Malcolm Carlock
The new Joe Campbell
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jtkohl (John T Kohl):
Doing battle with the evil ETS on the way to Grad school admission.
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lnp (Lisa N Paradis):
Plan for this week...
x sleep > 4 hours/night so I don't owe $.50/night on the
"allnighter" bet...
\ finish my *&^&(*^ thesis (growl!!!)
x = done
\ = in progress
(not feeling well fosters passing out which can lead to a night of > 4
hours of sleep)
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Unoriginal Thought for the day:
You're in a twisty maze of sendmail rules, all obscure.
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mdtsai (May D Tsai):
undecided.
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nand (Nand M Mulchandani):
Nand's address at M.I.T. is :
(till Jan '91)
Home :
11 Winter Street
Arlington, MA 02174
(617) 648 8302
Work :
E52-504
M.I.T.
(617) 253 0276
Nand's address at Cornell is :
(from Jan '91)
630 Stewart Avenue
Ithaca, NY 14850
(607) 273 0101
Please send all mail to this account (i.e. nand@athena.mit.edu)
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nato (Who Knows?):
To conquer my foot odor, and pick my nose in the process
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rixner (Scott W Rixner):
{From system: This user's .plan file is not world readable}
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rlcarr (Richard L. Carreiro):
Article 63845 of rec.arts.startrek:
Path: bloom-picayune.mit.edu!mintaka!think.com!sdd.hp.com!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!samsung!cs.utexas.edu!news-server.csri.toronto.edu!clyde.concordia.ca!NSTN.NS.CA!cs.dal.ca!rountree
From: rountree@cs.dal.ca (Eric Rountree)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.startrek
Subject: Christmas in Space
Keywords: Next Generation, Poem, Christmas
Message-ID: <1990Dec6.192914.7899@cs.dal.ca>
Date: 6 Dec 90 19:29:14 GMT
Sender: rountree@earth.sba.dal.ca
Organization: Academic Computing, Dalhousie University, Halifax, NS, Canada
Lines: 61
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the ship
Not a circuit was buzzing, not one microchip;
The phasers were hung in the armoury securely,
In hopes that no aliens would get up that early.
The crewmen were nestled all snug in their bunks
(Except for the few who were partying drunks);
And Picard in his nightshirt and Bev in her lace,
Had just settled down for a neat face-to-face...
When out in the halls there arose such a racket,
That we leapt from our beds, pulling on pant and jacket.
Away to the lifts we all shot like a gun,
Leapt into the cars and yelled loudly, "Deck One!"
The bridge Red-Alert lights, which flashed through the din,
Gave a lustre of Hades to objects within.
When, what, on the viewscreen, should our eyes behold,
But a weird kind of sleigh, and some guy who looked old.
But the glint in his eyes was so strange and askew
That we knew in a moment it had to be Q.
His sleigh grew much larger as closer he came.
Then he zapped on the bridge and addressed us by name:
"It's Riker! It's Data! It's Worf and Jean-Luc!
It's Geordi! And Wesley, the genetic fluke!
To the top of the bridge, to the top of the hall!
Now float away! Float away! Float away all!"
As leaves in the autumn are whisked off the street,
So the floor of the bridge came away from our feet,
And up to the ceiling our bodies they flew,
As the captain called out, "What the hell is this, Q?!"
The prankster just laughed and expanded his grin,
And, snapping his fingers, he vanished again.
As we took in our plight and were looking around,
The spell was removed, and we crashed to the ground.
Then Q, dressed in fur from his head to his toe,
Appeared once again, to continue the show.
"That's enough!" cried the captain, "You'll stop this at once!"
And Riker said, RWorf! Take aim at this dunce!S
"I'm deeply offended, Jean-Luc," replied Q,
"I just want to celebrate Christmas with you."
As we scoffed at his words, he produced a large sack.
He dumped out the contents and took a step back.
"I've brought gifts," he said, "just to show I'm sincere.
There's something delightful for everyone here."
He sat on the floor and dug into his pile,
And handed out gifts with his most charming smile:
"For Counsellor Troi, there's no need to explain.
Here's Tylenol-Beta for all of your pain.
For Worf I've some mints as his breath's not too great,
And for Geordi LaForge, an inflatable date.
For Wesley, some hormones, and Clearasil-Plus;
For Data, a joke book; for Riker, a truss.
For Beverly Crusher, there's sleek lingerie,
And for Jean-Luc, the thrill of just seeing her that way."
Then he sprang to his feet with that grin on his face
And, clapping his hands, disappeared into space.
But we heard him exclaim as he dwindled from sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good flight!"
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Based on "A Visit from St. Nicholas" by Clement C. Moore
Adaptation Copyright 1990, Eric R. Rountree
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therese (Suntioinen Therese M.):
With one breath, with one flow
You will know
Synchronicity
-- The Police
Synchronicity
--- End of Central America ---
