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New quotes for Wed Apr 3
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
Wed Apr 3 01:35:33 1991
Date: Wed, 3 Apr 91 01:29:57 EST
From: root@charon.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
To: ca-mtg@bloom-beacon.mit.edu
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amgreene (Andrew Marc Greene):
``Today's editorial and Op-Ed pages introduce some alterations of
typography, the arrangement of material printed from type, and
typology, which concerns types.... To readers with a technical
interest, the change is from 8.5-point type on a 9.2-point body
to 8.5 on 9.7. One point is a vertical 72d of an inch. The
additional space between lines makes type stand out more but
there is no such thing as a free punch.''
-- ``An Editorial Haircut,'' editorial, the New York Times, 2 Apr 1991
``Today is the fourth day of the Omer.''
-- jik
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aras (Aras):
To be what people think I'm not...for myself and not for them.
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belville (Sharon Belville):
NCAA Basketball Tournament Final Four
UNC_____________
\__KANSAS___
KANSAS__________/ \
\____DUKE____
UNLV____________ /
\___DUKE____/
DUKE____________/
I love it :-)
Woulda been better to have an ACC final, but I'm pretty content. :-)
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celine (Robert Fullmer):
"Whoever loves, goes to hell. I want to break Venus' ribs with blows
and deform her hips. If she can break my tender heart, why can't I hit
her over the head"
Ooooh, I like it.
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Comments on the tournament: Ouch.
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General question regarding old files on Athena: Who has the oldest file?
I've seen one dated June 1, 1983... anyone got anything older?
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jcbourne (Juliet C Bourne):
Give me two strong arms to protect myself
Give me so much love I forget myself
I need to swing from limb to limb / To relieve this mess I'm in
'Cause when depression starts to win
I need to be right by your side / Yes I do
No one seems to touch me in the way you do
Nothing seems to hurt me when I'm close to you
I'm so full of desire / When you set me head on fire
I need to be right by your side / Yes I do
Every single one of us needs love, love, love
Everybody needs to give and receive love
Every single day can drag us down, down down
But there's nothing left to fear when love gets into town
I'm so full of desire / When you set my head on fire
I need to be right by your side
Give me two strong arms to protect myself
Give me so much love I forget myself
I need to swing from limb to limb / To relieve this mess I'm in
'Cause when depression starts to win
I need to be right by your side
"Right By Your Side", _Touch_, Eurthymics
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jik (Jonathan I. Kamens):
Today is the fourth day of the Omer.
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kagraves (Kenneth A Graves):
"You know, I suspect that all the continuity problems can be traced to a
single, pivotal event. After all, Darkseid, evil tyrant of Apokolips, slew
Jonni DC, Continuity Cop back in what, '83? Soon afterward, the plans for
_Crisis on Infinite Earths_ began resulting in a) a total mess of continuity,
and b) vast exposure for Darkseid, including being made part of the TV cartoon,
participating in any number of miniseries, and making trouble for everyone from
the Green Lantern Corps to Jimmy Olsen. A nefarious scheme begins to
unfold..." ---Mike Schiffer
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lnp (Lisa N Paradis):
In the future:
Wednesday: 6.033 quiz
Thursday: 1.101 prelim questionnaire due
I've interviewed with a bunch of acronyms (ERA, SRA,
BTG, CMD, STI, etc), a letter (E-Systems) and a name
(Ernst and Young). I hope some of them give me offers.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Words-n-stuff for the day:
I am looking for volunteers for a 1.101 survey. The survey will take
a few minutes (less than half-an-hour), will conducted over athena,
and everyone who volunteers will be entered in a lottery to win a $5
gift certificate to Tosci's. ^^^^^^^^^^^
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
If you are interested in volunteering for this survey (and helping a
poor senior graduate on time), please send email to lnp@athena.MIT.EDU
(Jik: sorry if you're seeing this again... but I'm trying to graduate.)
"It was the Law of the Sea, they said. Civilization ends at the waterline.
Beyond that, we all enter the food chain, and not always right at the top."
- Hunter S. Thompson
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marcoman (Marco Morales):
Marco A. Morales
EC Box 343 8626 South Exchange Ave.
3 Ames Street Chicago, IL 60617-3117
Cambridge, MA 02139
(617)-225-6172 (312)-734-1867
6.003 6.012 6.311 14.01 18.06
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F-89: 6A01 18.011 8.012 21.021 3.091 5.11
S-90: 6.001 18.02 8.02X 24.07 3.092
F-90: 6.002 18.03 1.00 14.01
S-91: 6.003 18.06 6.012 14.02 6.311
F-91: 6.004 18.04 6.013 6.041
S-92: 6.111 2.40 6.014 14.30
F-92: 6.115 6.312
S-93: 6.341 6.ThU
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salzman (David Salzman):
{From system: This user's .plan file is not world readable}
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sethg (Seth A. Gordon):
Omer? But I just...
Date: Tue, 02 Apr 91 14:54:42 -0500
From: Usenet Oracle <oracle-vote@iuvax.cs.indiana.edu>
Subject: Usenet Oracularity #285-02
Selected-By: gt2126b@prism.gatech.edu (PETROSKY,WILLIAM T)
The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply.
Your question was:
> Tell me oh magnificent oracle:
>
> Why do they call it doggie style and not cat style or horse style or ...
And in response, thus spake the Oracle:
} These are all different techniques, each with its own name. Doggy style
} is simply the most appealing, to most humans.
}
} Doggy style: The male launches himself at the female from behind, and
} his organ swells to the point that it cannot be disengaged. He pumps
} madly, with an idiot grin on his face, until he either completes his
} task, or until a neighbor sprayshim down with a hose.
}
} Kitty style: Once a year, the female gets irritable and moody,
} scratches up the upholstery, and makes a godawful mess on the floor.
} The male follows her around fascinatedly sniffing her hindquarters,
} until late in the night, and when she is someplace out in the open in
} the back yard, suddenly jumps her from behind. The female screams loud
} enough to wake the neighbors, swats the male across the nose, and then
} rolls in the dirt purring.
}
} Horsy style: The male dashes up to the female in an open field. The
} female either stands absolutely still, or lashes out with her hind legs
} to drive off the male. The male grasps the female about the waist with
} his forelegs, and finishes his business is a few seconds.
}
} Fishy style: The female finds a secluded part of a stream and ejects
} her ova into the water. The male ejactulates all over the ova, and dies
} soon after.
}
} Take your pick.
}
} You owe the Oracle a box of Milkbones and a flea collar.
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skc54 (Shourov K Chatterji):
Undergraduate researcher in the MIT, Laboratory for Computer Science, Spoken
Language Systems Group. Researching under Dr. Victor Zue and David Goodine.
E-Mail Addresses: Term Address and Telephone#:
_______________________________________ ____________________________
skc54@goldilocks.lcs.mit.edu (INTERNET) Theta Xi Fraternity
skc54@athena.mit.edu (INTERNET) 64 Bay State Rd.
Boston, MA 02215
Work Address: (617) 266-2827
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MIT LCS Spoken Language Systems Group Home Address and Telephone#:
NE43-601 ____________________________
545 Technology Square 5125 Forestwood Rd.
Cambridge, MA 02139 Columbus, OH 43229
(614) 888-9563
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therese (Suntioinen Therese M.):
Go placidly among the noise and haste, remember what peace
there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with with all persons. Speak your truth
quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and
ignorant, they too have their story - Avoid loud and aggressive
persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare
yourself with others, there will be greater and lesser persons
than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans -
Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a
real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise
caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of
trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere, life is full
of heroism - Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity
and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass - Take kindly
to the counsel of they years, gracefully surrending the things
of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden
misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome
discipline, be gentle with yourself - You are a child of the
universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right
to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the
universe is unfolding as it should - Therefore be at peace with
God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors
and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace with
your soul - With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is
still a beautiful world. Be careful, strive to be happy.
- Max Ehrman
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tritan (Holden Caulfield):
There's a wonderful thing about Tiggers,
A Tigger's a wonderful thing.
Their tops are made out of rubber.
Their bottoms are made out of spring.
They're bouncy, flouncy, trouncy, pouncy
Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun!
The most wonderful, wonderful thing about
Tiggers is I'm the only one.
I'm... the only one! Grrr...
Project:
Hacking with graphics.
Promoting The Little Mermaid.
Tech'in the Mikado.
Hangin' at ISP.
Hack Unix. Hack roofs. Hack C. Hack tunnels.
Advise:
Computer tape and the roof of the Green Building don't mix.
Address:
MIT Room 62C-413, a.k.a. East Campus Box 44
Wood 413, 41st West 3 Ames Street
East Campus Cambridge, MA 02139
Office:
Alpha Phi Omega MIT Integrated Studies Program
Alpha Chi Chapter MIT Room 20C-108
MIT Room W20-415
84 Massachussetts Ave. (617) 253-4074
Cambridge, MA 02139
I had some Little Mermaid pics, some Japanese animation pix, and others in the
graphics locker... They've been booted.
Maybe they'll show up elsewhere.
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troth (LeaAnn Collins):
Renascence
All I could see from where I stood
Was three long mountains and a wood;
I turned and looked the other way,
And saw three islands in a bay.
So with my eyes I traced the line
Of the horizon, thin and fine,
Straight around till I was come
Back to where I'd started from;
And all I saw from where I stood
Was three long mountains and a wood.
Over these things I could not see:
These were the things that bounded me;
And I could touch them with my hand,
Almost, I thought, from where I stand.
And all at once things seemed so small
My breath come short, and scarce at all.
But, sure, the sky is big, I said:
Miles and miles above my head;
So here upon my back I'll lie
And look my fill into the sky.
And so I looked, and, after all,
The sky was not so very tall.
The sky, I said, must somewhere stop,
And--sure enough!--I see the top!
The sky, I thought, is not so grand;
I 'most could touch it with my hand!
And reaching up my hand to try,
I screamed to feel it touch the sky.
I screamed and--lo!--Infinity
Came down and settled over me;
Forced back my scream into my chest,
Bent back my arm upon my breast,
And, pressing of the Undefined
The definition on my mind,
Held up before my eyes a glass
Through which my shrinking sight did pass
Until it seemed I must behold
Immensity made manifold;
Whispered to me a word whose sound
Deafened the air for worlds around,
And brought unmuffled to my ears
The gossiping of friendly spheres,
The creaking of the tented sky,
The ticking of Eternity.
I saw and heard and knew at last
The How and Why of all things, past,
And present, and forevermore.
The Universe cleft to the core,
Lay open to my probing sense
That, sick'ning, I would fain pluck thence
But could not,--nay! But needs must suck
At the great wound, and could not pluck
My lips away till I had drawn
All venom out.--Ah fearful pawn!
For my omniscience paid I toll
In infinite remorse of soul.
All sin was of my sinning, all
Atoning mine, and mine the gall
Of all regret. Mine was the weight
Of every brooded wrong, the hate
that stood behind every envious thrust,
Mine every greed, mine every lust.
And all the while for every grief,
Each suffering, I craved relief
With individual desire,--
Craved all in vain! And felt fierce fire
About a thousand people crawl;
Perished with each,--then mourned for all!
A man was starving in Capri;
He moved his eyes and looked at me;
I felt his gaze, I heard his moan,
And knew his hunger as my own.
I saw at sea a great fog bank
Between two ships that struck and sank;
A thousand screams the heavens smote;
And each scream tore through my throat.
No hurt did I feel, no death
That was not mine; mine each last breath
That, crying, met an answering cry
From the compassion that was I.
All suffering mine, and mine its rod;
Mine, pity like the pity of God.
Ah, awful weight! Infinity
Pressed down upon the finite Me!
My anguished spirit, like a bird,
Beating against my lips I heard;
Yet lay the weight so close about
There was no room for it without.
And so beneath the weight lay I
And suffered death, but could not die.
Long had I lain thus, craving death,
When quietly the earth beneath
Gave way, and inch by inch, so great
At last had grown the crushing weight,
Into the earth I sank till I
Full six feet under ground did lie,
And sank no more,--there is no weight
Can follow here, however great.
From off my breast I felt it roll,
And as it went my tortured soul
Burst forth and fled in such a gust
That all about me swirled the dust.
Deep in the earth I rested now;
Cool is its hand upon the brow
And soft its breast beneath the head
Of one who is so gladly dead.
And all at once, and over all
The pitying rain began to fall;
I lay and heard each pattering hoof
Upon my lowly, thatched roof.
And seemed to love the sound far more
Than ever I had done before.
For rain it hath a friendly sound
To one who's six feet underground;
And scarce the friendly voice or face:
A grave is such a quiet place.
The rain, I said, is kind to come
And speak to me in my new home.
I would I were alive again
To kiss the fingers of the rain,
To drink into my eyes the shine
Of every slanting silver line,
To catch the freshened, fragrant breeze
From drenched and dripping apple-trees.
For soon the shower will be done,
And then the broad face of the sun
Will laugh above the rain-soaked earth
Until the world with answering mirth
Shakes joyously, and each round drop
Rolls, twinkling, from its grass-blade top
How can I bear it; buried here,
While overhead the sky grows clear
And blue again after the storm?
O, multi-colored, multiform,
Beloved beauty over me,
That I shall never, never see
Again! Spring-silver, autumn-gold,
That I shall never more behold!
Sleeping your myriad magics through,
Close-sepulchred away from you!
O God, I cried, give me new birth,
And put me back upon the earth!
Upset each cloud's gigantic gourd
And let the heavy rain, down-poured
In one big torrent, set me free,
Washing my grave away from me!
I ceased; and through the breathless hush
That answered me, the far-off rush
Of herald wings came whispering
Like music down the vibrant string
Of my ascending prayer, and--crash!
Before the wild wind's whistling lash
The startled storm-clouds reared on high
And plunged in terror down the sky
And the big rain in one black wave
Fell from the sky and struck my grave.
I know not how such things can be;
I only know there came to me
A fragrance such as never clings
To aught save happy living things;
A sound as of some joyous elf
Singing sweet songs to please himself,
And, through and over everything,
A sense of glad awakening.
The grass, a-tiptoe at my ear,
Whispering to me I could hear;
I felt the rain's cool finger-tips
Brushed tenderly across my lips,
Laid gently on my sealed sight,
And all at once the heavy night
Fell from my eyes and I could see,--
A drenched and dripping apple-tree,
A last long line of silver rain,
A sky grown clear and blue again.
And as I looked a quickening gust
Of wind blew up to me and thrust
Into my face a miracle
Of orchard-breath, and with the smell,--
I know not how such things can be!--
I breathed my soul back into me.
Ah! Up then from the ground sprang I
And hailed the earth with such a cry
As is not heard save from a man
Who has been dead, and lives again.
About the trees my arms I wound;
Like one gone mad I hugged the ground;
I raised my quivering arms on high;
I laughed and laughed into the sky,
Till at my throat a strangling sob
Caught fiercely, and a great heart-throb
Sent instant tears into my eyes;
Oh God, I cried, no dark disguise
Can e'er hereafter hide from me
Thy radiant identity!
Thou canst not move across the grass
But my quick eyes will see Thee pass,
Nor speak, however silently,
But my hushed voice will answer Thee.
I know the path that tells Thy way
Through the cool eve of every day;
God, I can push the grass apart
And lay my finger on Thy heart!
The world stands out on either side
No wider than the heart is wide;
Above the world is stretched the sky,--
No higher than the soul is high.
The heart can push the sea and land
Further apart on either hand;
The soul can split the sky in two,
And let the face of God shine through.
But East and West will pinch the heart
That can not keep them pushed apart;
And he whose soul is flat--the sky
Will cave in on him by and by.
--Edna St. Vincent Millay
(1912)
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