[3173] in Central_America
New quotes for Sat Feb 2
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
Sat Feb 2 01:32:51 1991
Date: Sat, 2 Feb 91 01:32:08 EST
From: root@charon.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
To: ca-mtg@bloom-beacon.mit.edu
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aviksroy (Avik S Roy):
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Avik's Schedule - Spring Term 1991
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Mon. Tue. Wed. Thu. Fri.
8:00 -- -- -- -- --
7.05 -- 7.05 -- 7.05
9:00 Lect. -- Lect. -- Lect.
cont'd -- cont'd -- cont'd
10:00 21.203 21.203 -- 21.203 21.203
Rec. Rec. -- Rec. Rec.
11:00 8.02 8.02 8.02 8.02 8.02
Lect. Rec. Lect. Rec. Lect.
12:00 5.12 5.12 5.12 5.12 5.12
Lect. Rec. Lect. Rec. Lect.
1:00 -- -- -- -- --
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I have 21.306 Mon. and Wed. from 7:00 to 9:00 p.m.
I have 21.657 Tue. and Thu. from 7:00 to 10:00 p.m.
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5.12 = Organic Chemistry 7.05 = Biochemistry
8.02 = Physics II 21.203 = French III
21.306 = German Cinema
21.657 = MIT Symphony Orchestra
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barnhart (Matthew D Barnhart):
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disc (Bernard Y-M Chin):
Schedule readable under /mit/disc/Lists/Schedule
MIT:
(define pressure-at-mit
(lambda (class current-grade weeks-left)
(if (> weeks-left 4)
(pressure-at-mit class
(- current-grade one-letter-grade)
(- weeks-left 1))
deposit-another-80,000-quarters-please)))
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dpeisach (Daniel Peisach):
Standing there alone, the ship is waiting.
All systems are go. Are you sure?
Control is not convinced, but the computer
has the evidence no need to abort.
The countdown starts...
Watching in a trance, the crew is certain.
Nothing left to chance. All is working.
Trying to relax up in the capsule.
"Send me up a drink." jokes Major Tom.
The count goes on...
four...three...two...one...
Earth below us, drifting, falling.
Floating weightless. Calling, calling...
Second stage is cut. We're now in orbit.
Stabilizers out, running perfect.
Starting to collect requested data.
"What will it affect, when all is done?"
thinks Major Tom.
Back at ground control, there is a problem.
"Go to rockets full." "Not responding!"
"Hello Major Tom. Are you receiving?
Turn the thrusters on. We're standing by."
There's no reply...
four...three...two...one...
Earth below us, drifting, falling.
Floating weightless. Calling, calling...
Across the stratosphere, a final message:
"Give my wife my love."
Then nothing more.
Far beneath the ship, the world is mourning.
They don't realize he's alive.
Noone understands, what Major Tom sees.
"Now the life commence. This is my home.
I'm coming home..."
Earth below us, drifting, falling.
Floating weightless. Coming home.
Earth below us, drifting, falling.
Floating weightless. Coming, coming home....home....home....home....
Mojor Tom
Peter Schilling
Error in the System, 1983
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eichin (Mark W. Eichin):
Cater to the paranoid.
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enigma (W Christopher Dagnon):
PB 'n J
anytime S:D=
aaah've seen dah light,
Brightspot deF
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fallas:
Dear Miss Manners:
Please list some tactful ways of removing a man's saliva from
your face.
Gentle Reader:
Please list some decent ways of acquiring a man's saliva on
your face ...
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We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.
-- Willie Wonka
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"since feeling is first" by e.e. cummings
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all the flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
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genenvb (Julie J. Han):
whatever
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gurfinkl (Mariano Enrique Gurfinkel Castil):
Time to enjoy a little... SMME thesis has been signed on the 31 ...
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hcwillia (Heather C Williamson):
Help! Help! I'm being repressed!
You saw him repressing me, didn't you?
This, this is ice. This is what happens
to water when it gets too cold. This, this
is Kent, this is what happens to people
when they get too sexually frustrated.
All my filth is in alphabetical order.
This for example, was under "H" for "toy".
Someday we'll look back on these moments
and plow into a parked car.
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jacashon (Jason A. Cashon):
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jtkohl (John T Kohl):
From family: A "poster" with the following text:
"We SHELL not EXXONerate Sadadm Hussein for his actions. We wil MOBILize
to meet this threat to our vital interests in the Persian GULF until an
AMOCOble solution is reached."
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kiwis (Dung M Vu):
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kjannis (Karen J. Annis):
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lnp (Lisa N Paradis):
This week:
I've gotta start remembering to update this info more...
Anyway, hell has sprung
classes have begun
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Thoughts for the day:
Today's secret word is stunk.
1. stink \'stink\ \'stank\ \'st*nk\ \'stin-ke-\ vi or stank or stunk; or
stunk or stink.ing [ME stinken, fr. OF stincan; akin to OHG stinkan to emit
a sm]ell 1: to emit a strong offensive odor 2: to be offensive; also : to
be in bad repute 3: to possess something to an offensvive degree 4: to be
extremely bad in quality - stinky aj
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lutwak (Robert Lutwak):
Robert Lutwak
MIT Atomic Resonance and Scattering Group
Lab:
MIT
Room 26-228
Cambridge, MA 02139
(617) 253-6810
Home:
7 Wyatt St.
Somerville, MA 02143
(617) MAT-HTEC
E-mail:
robert@amo.mit.edu
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mcdonald (Steve McDonald):
One more figure to be done |-------- @@@
for the paper... 0=| @@@@@@
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460 megabytes of raw data /\
and 90 megabytes of calibration / \
data / \
just to publish less than 60 star positions...
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rgueler (Richard Gueler):
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smd (Sean M Dougherty):
How to get in touch with me:
If you can't reach me at the Tech (above - fax: 258-8226),
or at 262-3192, try 262-1203 or 267-9769 (let them ring.. -
they're at home); if those don't work, try the Computer
Resource Lab (in the Urban Studies Dept.) at 253-2056.
e-mail will also work, or
my school address is: (Sigma Chi)
532 Beacon St.
Boston, MA 02215
my home address is: hm: (713) 864-9649 fax: (713) 521-9828
321 W. Cowan
Houston, TX 77007
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the_doz (KRS-1 (Superhoe 1991)):
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therese (Suntioinen Therese M.):
Name: Therese Miho Honda
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Status: Single (but not for long)
Major: Theoretical Mathematics (Theoretically)
Level: 4 Exp. Points: 153 276
Attributes: (very low: 1, ... very high: 10)
Strength: 3.5 (According to the Scott Corrington Arm wrestling test)
Dexterity: 6
Self Control: 8
Patience: 8
Charisma: 7
Intelligence: 9 (I can dream, can't I?)
Empathy: 7.5
Primary Skills:
Amateur Photography (pictures of trees with a Kodak instamatic)
Drawing (happy faces and doodles in notebook margins)
Eating (good food, and some bad when hungry enough)
Piano playing (about 10 years)
Sighing (for no reason in particular)
Singing (Not great, but can carry a tune)
Sleeping (rarely, but soundly)
Swimming (self-taught, and inventor of the Therese original semi-freestyle)
Talking (for about 19 years, lots of it too)
Languages:
Japanese: 1.5 years
English: 19 years
Pidgin: 19 years (but another Hawaiian is necessary to bring this out)
Favorite Quote:
"Bits and pieces, bits and pieces.."
Favorite Song:
Be still my beating heart
It would be better to be cool
It's not time to be open just yet
A lesson once learned is so hard to forget
Be still my beating heart
Or I'll be taken for a fool
It's not healthy to run at this pace
The blood runs so red to my face
I've been to every single book I know
To soothe the thoughs that plague me so
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
Restore my broken dreams
Shattered like a falling glass
I'm not ready to be broken just yet
A lesson once learned is so hard to forget
Be still my beating heart
You must learn to stand your ground
It's not healthy to run at this pace
The blood runs so red to my face
I've been to every single book I know
To soothe the thoughts that plague me so
Stop before you start
Be still my beating heart
Never to be wrong
Never to make promises that break
It's like singing in the wind
Or writing on the surface of a lake
And I wriggle like a fish caught on dry land
And I struggle to avoid any help at hand
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 (of course!!)
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Address: Home: Email:
McCormick Hall #233 47-623 Nukupu'u Street therese@athena.mit.edu
320 Memorial Drive Kaneohe, Hawaii suukko@bourbaki.mit.edu
Cambridge, MA 96744-5510 honda@ai.mit.edu
02139-4316
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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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