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daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
Tue Oct 29 01:33:42 1991
Date: Tue, 29 Oct 91 01:33:01 EST
From: root@charon.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
To: ca-mtg@bloom-beacon.mit.edu
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cecily (Leanne C Clarke):
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question . . .
Oh, do not ask, 'What is it?'
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-
panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-
panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet that faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, 'Do I dare?' and, 'Do I dare?'
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair---
[They will say: 'How his hair is growing thin!']
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin---
[They will say: 'But how his arms and legs are thin!']
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all---
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
And I have known the eyes already, known them all---
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?
And I have known them all already, known them all---
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?
. . . . .
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?...
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floor of silent seas.
. . . . .
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep . . . tired . . . or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald]
brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet---and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and
snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it towards some overwhelming question,
To say: 'I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all'---
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: 'That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.'
And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled
streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that
trail along the floor---
And this, and so much more?---
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns
on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
'That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.'
. . . . .
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous---
Almost, at times, the Fool.
I grow old . . . I grow old . . .
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the
beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing back the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
---T.S. Eliot
"The Love Song of
J. Alfred Prufrock"
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enigma (W Christopher Dagnon):
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jtkohl (John T Kohl):
Hey, <ca-maintainers>, stop being lazy and update the database!
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kagraves (Kenneth A Graves):
Article 58840 of rec.arts.comics:
From: gls@windmill.ATT.COM (Col. Sicherman)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.comics
Subject: Re: reduce that solar system!
In <1991Oct25.210733.6556@usenet.ins.cwru.edu>, fau@po.CWRU.Edu writes:
>
> Here's the question -- WHY DOESN'T EVERY ALIEN RACE IN THE UNIVERSE
> BAND TOGETHER AND REDUCE OUR SOLAR SYSTEM TO COSMIC DUST??? Considering
> how dangerous we've shown ourselves to be, they should all be living in
> fear of the day we develop warp drive + start launching attack ships
> manned by Superheroes.
1. They followed our obsolete astronavigation charts and ended up
on Rigel VII, the Planet of Giant Alien-Eating Planaria.
2. They're all Zoroastrians and Earth is their Holy Planet.
3. Their computers assured them that Earth will blow itself up
by 1990.
4. They wouldn't be able to listen to Howard Stern any more.
5. Their plan to control Earth by taking over the brains of
major heads of state is working perfectly.
6. The dinosaurs foresaw something like this, so they all went
to outer space and destroyed the aliens.
7. Cultural bias. They refuse to believe that any creature with
only one head can be dangerous.
8. There's a "Space Rider" Cartoon Festival on Channel 31,408 and
nobody wants to miss it.
9. They've been destroying all the Infinite Earths but haven't
gotten to ours yet.
10. They haven't had the heart to do anything about Earth since they
got that nice letter from T. M. Maple.
-:-
"Space Rider, he go whizz, pow zoom!
Space Rider, who shall fly to the Moon,
Space Rider, he is very brave!
Space Rider, for the Earth to save!
Cheer hooray,
Go so much, Space Rider
Go so much, Space Rider."
(c) 1989 Ideogram Productions
--
Col. G. L. Sicherman
gls@windmill.att.COM
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kenneths (Kenneth J Schneider):
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mmlee (Mark M Lee):
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penchina (Ann E Ames):
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psrowe (Patrick Rowe):
I'm planning to make a plan....
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starflt (Derrick Kong):
WATERY DOOM
The counters for Titan are printed with water-soluble ink. A
spilled Coke can wipe out an army.
from Murphy's Rules
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therese (Therese):
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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warlord (Derek Atkins):
From the net:
From: povlick@cs.pitt.edu (Tim Povlick)
Newsgroups: rec.aviation
Subject: The Case of the 7500
Date: 27 Oct 91 22:18:05 GMT
Distribution: usa
Organization: Computer Science Dept., University of Pittsburgh
Here is an article which appeared in "The Communicator", Sep. 1991.
This is a publication of the Pennsylvania State Police. It might
prove amusing to the net.
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"The Case of the 7500"
A report was received that a hijacked plane was going to land at
Hazelton Airport. It was a twin-engine 310.
FAA officials, via telephone, from Washington, DC to New York were
coordinating and disseminating information prior to talking to the
pilot of the hijacked plane. One of these three officials was Mark
Stickevers, Special Agent in New York for the International Civil
Aviation Organization.
After the aircraft landed, Tpr. Avellino approached the plane and
two males got out. The pilot stated he didn't have a hijack and
didn't know what was happening.
Tpr. Avellino pointed out to the pilot that his transponder was
squawking code 7500, which is the emergency code. The pilot's
answer to that was that he was assigned by Erie approach control
to "squawk altitude" and since he was flying at 7500 feet, he put
7500 in the transponder. Unknowingly, the pilot sent the emergency
signals to ATC centers over a wide area. The FBI, PSP Hazleton
members, pilot and passenger went on there way.
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Tim PP/SEL/IFR WA3INX
[note -- for those who don't understand, a code of 7500 is a special
code that sounds a lot of warnings at ATC of a hijack... Other codes
of interest are 7600, which is radio failure, and 7700, which is a
generic emergency]
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wslee (Whay Sing Lee):
Move on, move on, never look back. That is the way of life.
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Address: Box 52, 3 Ames Street, Cambridge, MA 02139.
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