[4844] in Central_America
New quotes for Wed Mar 31
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
Wed Mar 31 17:00:48 1993
Date: Wed, 31 Mar 93 17:00:25 -0500
From: root@charon.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
To: ca-mtg@bloom-beacon.mit.edu
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belville (Sharon Belville):
The pun o' the day is:
"I've got a new game," mumbled Peg.
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mhbraun (Matt Braun):
One winter shortly before the Six Weeks War my tomcat, Petronius the
Arbitor, and I lived in an old farmhouse in Connecticut..... but we liked it
then, Pete and I. The lack of plumbing made the rent low and what had been
the dining room had a good north light for my drafting board.
The drawback was that the place had eleven doors to the outside,
twelve if you counted Pete's door. I always tried to arrange a door of his
own for Pete - in this case a board fitted into a window in an unused bedroom
and in which a cut a cat strainer just wide enough for Pete's whiskers. I
have spent too much of my life opening doors for cats - I once calculated
that, since the dawn of civilization nine hundred and seventy-eight
man-centuries have been used up in that way. I could show you the figures.
Pete usually used his own door except when he could bully me into
opening a people door for him, which he preferred. But he *would not* use his
door when there was snow on the ground.
While still a kitten, all fluff and buzzes, Pete had worked out a
simple philosophy. I was in charge of quarters, rations, and weather; he was
in charge of everything else. But he held me especially responsible for
weather. Connecticut winters are good only for Christmas cards; regularly
that winter Pete would check his own door, refuse to go out it because of the
unpleasant white stuff beyond it (he was no fool), then badger me to open a
people door.
He had a fixed conviction that at least one of them must lead into
summer weather. Each time this meant that I had to go around with him to each
of eleven doors, hold it open while he satisfied himself that it was winter
out that way too, then go on to the next door, while his criticisms of my
mismanagement grew more bitter each disappointment.
Then he would stay indoors until hydraulic pressure utterly forced him
outside. When he returned the ice in his pads would sound like clogs on the
wooden floor and he would glare at me and refuse to purr until he had chewed
it all out....whereupon he would forgive me until next time.
But he never gave up his search for the Door into Summer.
-Heinlein "The Door Into Summer"
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nightowl (Blodeuwedd):
other account: grove@mitlns (logged in almost all day weekdays,
even though it will tell you I'm not logged in if you try to
use finger...)
Moving by May 14 to 325 Franklin st. Apt. 208 (right off of Central
Square). I'll post the new phone number as soon as I know it.
"O fortuna Sors immanis Sors salutis
Velut luna Et inanis Et virtutis
Statu variabilis Rota tu volubilis Michi nunc contraria
Semper crescis Status malus Est affectus
Aut decrescis Vana salus Et defectus
Vita detestabilis Semper dissolubilis Semper in angaria
Nunc obdurat Obumbrata Hac in hora
Et tunc curat Et velata Sine mora
Ludo mentis aciem Michi quoque niteris Corde pulsum tangite
Egestatem Nunc per ludum Quod per sortem
Potestatem Dorsum nudum Sternit fortem
Dissolvit ut glaciem. Fero tui sceleris. Mecum omnes plangite!"
from "Carmina Burana" ("O Fortuna")
by Orff
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rlcarr (Richard L. Carreiro):
"When I was in the United States I had the mournful feeling that
eighty percent of your people would welcome a Spartan dictatorship
if it promised to improve the schools, discipline the minorities,
put women back in their place, install a religious supremacy and
terminate the silliness of the Bill of Rights. Many modern
Americans would leap at the offer, it seemed to me..."
-- Professor F.X.M. Devlan
(from James Michener's _The Novel_)
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sokoloff (James T Sokoloff):
Jim last logged out @ Wed Mar 31 13:16:51 EST 1993 from host marinara...
Plan? What plan?
------ Phi Delta Theta Social Events for the upcoming weeks ------
Wed March 31: 9:30PM Wed Social (this week is coffee & cheesecake)
Fri April 2: 8:00PM Beer Pong (2 person teams, playing drunken ping-pong)
Mon April 5: 5:30PM Faculty Dinner (Cocktails @ 5:30, Dinner @ 6PM) (i)
(i) indicates that the event is (roughly) closed and invitations are available.
Other events are "open" to all friends of the house and guests
Any questions, don't call me, call the house number (247-8691) and ask for
Pat Baker or Zack Johnson... Thanks... ---Jim Sokoloff
------ Social Events List Last Updated on Tue Mar 30 15:13:24 EST 1993 ------
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starflt (Derrick Kong):
Looking at the Bright Side
From the annual report of Forum Group, Inc, a corporation that once sold
auto body parts and now operates hospitals: "Today's pressuredlife
style" and "the breakdown of traditional family values" ensure a
continuing rise in drug abuse and emotional problems, so that "we have
the opportunity to grow in revenues and earnings beyond the fondest
dreams of most managements."
from No Comment
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therese (Therese):
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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