[3027] in Central_America
New quotes for Thu Dec 20
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
Thu Dec 20 01:31:05 1990
Date: Thu, 20 Dec 90 01:29:58 EST
From: root@charon.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
To: ca-mtg@bloom-beacon.mit.edu
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celine (Robert Fullmer):
Afs is enough to blow one's mind.
To think... someone here at Snortfad can peruse the files of any
person at MIT on afs. And afs is just getting bigger and bigger...
Permisssions permitting, of course.
Orchids
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dafruth (Darrell A Fruth):
{From system: This user's .plan file is not world readable}
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davelett (Richard Sun):
Trying to believe in the world again; wishing I could ever trust again.
Mending the holes in the illusions hiding harsh reality.
I want to go home.
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lnp (Lisa N Paradis):
This week:
x Corrections on my 21.690 paper
\ Corrections on my thesis draft
x Attending my sister's graduation on the 15th
x Finish Christmas/Chanaukah shopping
\ Study for 6.046 final
Study for 21.621 final
(only 24 units left this term!!)
\ == in progress
x == done
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Thoughts for the day:
"Shake hands with your mother again."
-- from an old hymn
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mdtsai (May D Tsai):
finished--gone home for holiday.
i'm at 1851 Lake Lane, Arden Hills, MN 55112
(612) 633-6061
if anyone cares....
i'll be back 3 January 1991...
and guess what, i still have my sanity...
bye...
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natasha (Adam D Cunningham):
Hey dude, don't call me dude!
Besides, who said that you could finger me anyway? What is this world coming to when someone can go out and just randomly finger someone. I really think this is bad.
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ongmit (Joseph G Ong):
"God is dead."
- Nietzsche
"Nietzsche is dead."
- God
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rlcarr (Richard L. Carreiro):
Madman drummers bummers
and Indians in the summer
with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as
the adolescent pumps his
way into a hat
With a boulder on my shoulder,
feelin' kinda older I tripped
the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasing
sneezing and wheezing the
calliope crashed to the ground
Some all-hot half-shot was
headin' for the hot spot
snappin' his fingers
clappin' his hands,
And some fleshpot mascot was
tied into a lover's knot with a
whatnot in her hand
And now young Scott with a
slingshot finally found a
tender spot and throws his
lover in the sand
And some bloodshot forget-me-
not whispers daddy's within
earshot save the buckshot
turn up the band
And she was blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce another
runner in the night
Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got
tight, but she'll make it alright
Some brimstone baritone anti-
cyclone rolling stone preacher
from the east
He says, "Dethrone the dicta-
phone , hit it in his funny bone,
that's where they expect it
least."
And some new-mowm chaperone
was stqandin' in the corner
all alone watchin' the young
girls dance
And some fresh-sown moonstone
was messin' with his froozen
zone to remind him of the
feeling of romance
Yeah he was blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce another
runner in the night
Blinded by the light
He got down but he never got
tight, but he's gonna make it
tonight
Some silicone sister with her
manager's mister told me I
got what it takes
She said I'll turn you on sonny,
to something strong if you
play that song with the funky
break,
And go-cart Mozart was checkin'
out the weather chart to see if
it was safe to go outside
ANd little Early-Pearly came by in
her curly-wurly and asked me
if I needed a ride.
Oh, some hazard from Havard
was skunked on beer playin'
backyard bombadier
Yes and Scotland Yard was
trying hard, they sent some
dude with a calling card,
he said, Do what you like, but
don't do it here.
Well, I jumped up, turned
around, spit in the air, fell on
the ground
Asked him which was the way
back home
He said take a right at the light,
keep going' straight until night,
and then, boy, you're on
your own.
And now in Zanzibar a shootin'
star was ridin' in a side car
hummin' a lunar tune
Yes, and the avatar said blow
the bar but first remove the
cookie jar we're going teach
those boys to laugh too soon.
And some kidnapped handicap
was complainin' that he
caught the clap from some
mousetrap he bought last
night,
Well I unsnapped his skull cap
and between his ears
I saw
a gap but figured he'd be
all right
He was just blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce another
runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Mama always told me not to look to
into the sights of the sun
Oh but mama that's where
the fun is
"Blinded by the Light"
Bruce Springsteen
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sekullbe (Scott E Kullberg):
Sex, Root Beer, and Rock & Roll.
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therese (Suntioinen Therese M.):
I sink like a stone that's been thrown in the ocean
My logic has drowned in a sea of emotion.
Stop before you start,
Be still my beating heart.
-- Sting
Nothing Like the Sun
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wchuang (Mithrandir):
A man she thinks he never knew about
She hasn't seen him in thirty years-
The mention of his name doesn't bring on tears
If you ask her if there are any regrets,
She'll tell you no, but she never forgets
It was the kind of love you never recover from
Even though she found another one to take his place
She never will escape the truth
At times like this, when the moon is right
When the air is foggy like it is tonight
She'll think about what might have been
If she had just hung on to him
I know a man who has done it all
He's sailed the oceans, climbed the mountains of Nepal
He lives high upon the avenue,
With a beautful wife, lovely children too-
But there's a woman he still dreams about
Certain things he's learned to live without
If you ask him, are there any regrets
He'll tell you no, but he never forgets
It was the kind of love you never recover from
Even though he found another one to take her place
He never will escape the truth
At times like this, when the moon is right
When the air is foggy like it is tonight
He'll think about what might have been
If he had not let her slip away from him.
I read about a woman who said
she'd never regretted anything she'd ever done
such arrogant words seem to be spoken
by those who then die young.
So here am I, looking at you-
Oh tell me, what are we going to do?
Am I destined to be a regret
Are you that one I'll never forget?
Years from now, will we curse the day
You let me let you walk away
Isn't this too dear a price to pay
For the freedom of going separate ways?
This is the kind of love you never recover from
Don't tell me that I'm going to find another one
to take your place
And try to face the truth
Let me hold you close tonight-
The fog is lifted, the moon is so bright
Think how sweet life could be
If you would stay with me, oh stay with me
This is the kind of love you never recover from
This is the kind of love you never recover from
-Christine Lavin
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