[3245] in Central_America
New quotes for Mon Mar 4
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
Mon Mar 4 01:29:20 1991
Date: Mon, 4 Mar 91 01:28:52 EST
From: root@charon.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
To: ca-mtg@bloom-beacon.mit.edu
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asrivkin (Andrew S Rivkin):
we're going to the garden of eden for the girls
and we're going to send out for some pizza and cheese curls
-the Young Fresh Fellows
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jcb (Jeff Bigler):
YOU KNOW YOU'VE BEEN HARD-CORE CAVING WHEN...
(Compiled by Don Lance and Marbry Hardin)
* ...you begin to look forward to that fifteen-mile death hike
back to the car.
* ...you can count your toes without having to take off your brand-
new boots.
* ...you take off your caving pants, throw them in the corner, and
in the morning they are still standing there waiting for you.
* ...you begin to wonder what a bat would taste like.
* ...you don't notice all your little cuts until after that first
blast of hot water from a shower.
* ...someone asks you if you had a tangle with a wildcat.
* ...your caving buddies breathe a sigh of relief after exclaiming,
"You! You're alive!"
* ...you remember that the rescue squad warned you beforehand that
body extraction might not be possible.
* ...an after-caving inspection reveals that your brand-new Gibbs
cam has worn through.
* ...you and your caving buddies have a fight-to-the-death over a
can of beanie-weanies.
* ...you are seriously considering blasting a cave entrance shut as
a reasonable alternative to surveying it.
* ...your core body temperature finally exceeds your total body weight.
* ...on the way home a kid accidently mistakes you for Swamp Thing.
* ...your meals for the days ahead consist of a needle, a hose, and
a plastic bag of yummy, clear fluid.
Taken from the "cavers@m2c.org" mailing list.
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jcbourne (Juliet C Bourne):
where there is confusion, there can be no plan.
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"That hurt. That wasn't rational. Not to mention unsportsmanlike. ...
I've seen things that you people couldn't dream of. I've seen attack
ships burning off the shoulder of Orion. ... These moments will be lost
in time like so many tears in the rain. ... Time... to die... "
(Batty to Deckart, _Blade Runner_)
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lnp (Lisa N Paradis):
In the future:
3/2 Brass Ensemble concert at Symphony Hall
3/12 Kristine's birthday
3/17 Kristine's bridal shower (Don't get wet :-) )
report 2 for 6.033
1.101 project proposal (heh, heh just wait...)
buy fabric for dress
buy fabric for canopy
get a glue gun (mine broke :-( ) so I can make corsages
finish teddy-bear tux for groom bear (for Kris)
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Words-n-stuff for the day:
Predestination was doomed from the start.
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lwvanels (Lucien W. Van Elsen):
A year and a day is much too long..
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nellajj (John J Allen):
{From system: This user's .plan file is not world readable}
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sker (Mic.O.):
No Plan, I guess.
I only move as the fluid flow courses.
regardless of my movements and thoughts.
I wish I could move others.
Emotions matter to me alone,
and only in my unreal expeditions
into dream pleasure.
Mistaken successes and carefully designed failures
are just whorls in the ever-draining lifepath.
Swirling.
Disjointed ramblings
show glimpses of who I am for just this moment.
Take them as you see fit.
Goodbyes
They are the least real.
I can never accept them into my soul.
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therese (Suntioinen Therese M.):
Bits and pieces, bits and pieces.
People.
People important to you, people unimportant to you cross your
life. Touch it with love and carelessness and move on.
There are people who leave you and you breathe a sigh of relief
and wonder why you ever came into contact with them.
There are people who leave you and you breathe a sigh of remorse
and wonder why they had to go away and leave such a gaping hole.
Children leave parents; friends leave friends, acquaintances
grow apart.
Enemies hate and move on.
Friends love and move on.
You think of the many who have moved into your hazy memory.
You look on those present and wonder.
I believe in God's master plan in life. He moves people in and
out of each other's lives, and each leaves his mark on the
other. You find you are made up of bits and pieces of all who
ever touched your life, and you are more because of it, and you
would be less if they had not touched you.
Pray to God that you accept the bits and pieces, in humility and
wonder, and never question and never regret.
Bits and pieces, bits and pieces.
- L. Channey
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