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daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
Tue Apr 13 10:43:32 1993
Date: Tue, 13 Apr 93 10:43:02 -0400
From: root@charon.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
To: ca-mtg@bloom-beacon.mit.edu
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cyu (Chong Yu):
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The Terribly, Tragically Sad Man (by Loren Seibold)
Once there was a boy who lived in a big house on a hill. He loved dogs and
horses, sports cars and music. He climbed trees and went swimming, played
football and admired pretty girls. Except for having to pick up after
himself, he had a nice life.
One day the boy said to God, ``I've been thinking, and I know what
I want when I become a man.''
``What?'' asked God.
``I want to live in a big house with a porch across the front and
two Saint Bernards and a garden out back. I want to marry a woman who is
tall and very beautiful and kind, who has long, black hair and blue eyes,
and who plays the guitar and sings in a clear, high voice.
``I want three strong sons to play football with. When they grow
up, one will be a great scientist, one will be a Senator and the youngest
will quarterback for the 49ers.
``I want to be an adventurer who sails vast oceans and climbs tall
mountains and rescues people. And I want to drive a red Ferrari and never
have to pick up after myself.''
``That sounds like a nice dream,'' said God. "I want you to be
happy.''
One day, playing football, the boy hurt his knee. After that he couldn't
climb tall mountains or even tall trees, much less sail vast oceans. So
he studied marketing and started a medical-supplies business.
He married a girl who was very beautiful and very kind and who had
long, black hair. But she was short, not tall, and had brown eyes, not
blue. She couldn't play the guitar, or even sing. But she prepared
wonderful meals seasoned with rare Chinese spices and painted magnificent
pictures of birds.
Because of his business, he lived in a city near the top of a tall
apartment building that overlooked the blue ocean and the city's twinkling
lights. He didn't have room for two Saint Bernards, but he had a fluffy
cat.
He had three daughters, all very beautiful. The youngest, who was
in a wheelchair, was the loveliest. The three daughters loved their
father very much. They didn't play football with him, but sometimes they
went to the park and tossed a Frisbee--except for the youngest, who sat
under a tree strumming her guitar and singing lovely, haunting songs.
He made enough money to live comfortably, but he didn't drive a
red Ferrari. Sometimes he had to pick up things and put them away--even
things that didn't belong to him. After all, he had three daughters.
Then one morning the man awoke and remembered his dream. ``I am very
sad,'' he said to his best friend.
``Why?'' asked his friend.
``Because I once dreamed of marrying a tall woman with black hair
and blue eyes who would play the guitar or sing. She has brown eyes, and
she's not tall.''
``Your wife is beautiful and very kind,'' said his friend. ``She
creates splendid pictures and delectable food.''
But the man wasn't listening.
``I am very sad,'' the man confessed to his wife one day.
``Why?'' asked his wife.
``Because I once dreamed of living in a big house with a porch,
and of having two Saint Bernards and a garden out back. Instead, I live
in an apartment on the 47th floor.''
``Our apartment is comfortable, and we can see the ocean from our
couch,'' replied his wife. ``We have love, laughter and paintings of
birds and a fluffy cat--not to mention three beautiful children.''
But the man wasn't listening.
``I am very sad,'' the man said to his therapist.
``Why?'' asked the therapist.
``Because I once dreamed that I would grow up to be a great
adventurer. Instead, I'm a bald businessman with a bad knee.''
``The medical supplies you sell have saved many lives,'' said the
therapist.
But the man wasn't listening. So his therapist charged him $110
and sent him home.
``I am very sad,'' the man said to his accountant.
``Why?'' asked the accountant.
``Because I once dreamed of driving a red Ferrari and of never
having to pick up after myself. Instead, I take public transportation,
and sometimes I still have to clean up.''
``You wear good suits. You eat at fine restaurants, and you've
toured Europe,'' said his accountant.
But the man wasn't listening. His accountant charged him $100
anyway. He was dreaming of a red Ferrari himself.
``I am very sad,'' the man said to his minister.
``Why?'' asked the minister.
``Because I once dreamed of having three sons: a great scientist,
a politician and a quarterback. Instead, I have three daughters, and the
youngest can't even walk.''
``But your daughters are beautiful and intelligent,'' said the
minister. ``They love you very much, and they've all done well. One is a
nurse, another is an artist and the youngest teaches music to children.''
But the man wasn't listening. He was so sad that he became very
sick. He lay in a white hospital room surrounded by nurses in white
uniforms. Tubes and wires connected his body to blinking machines that he
had once sold to the hospital.
He was terribly, tragically sad. His family, friends and minister
gathered around his bed. They were all deeply sad too. Only his
therapist and his accountant remained happy.
Then one night, when everyone except the nurses had gone home, the man
said to God, ``Remember when I was a boy and I told you all the things I
wanted?''
``It was a lovely dream,'' said God.
``Why didn't you give me those things?'' asked the man.
``I could have,'' said God. ``But I wanted to surprise you with
things you didn't dream of.
``I suppose you've noticed what I've given you: a kind, beautiful
wife; a good business; a nice place to live; three lovely daughters--one
of the best packages I've put together--''
``Yes,'' interrupted the man. ``But I thought you were going to
give me what I really wanted.''
``And I thought you were going to give me what I really wanted,''
said God.
``What did you want?'' asked the man. It never occurred to him
that God was in want of anything.
``I wanted to make you happy with what I'd given you,'' said God.
The man lay in the dark all night, thinking. Finally he decided to dream
a new dream, one he wished he'd dreamed years before. He decided to dream
that what he wanted most were the very things he already had.
And the man got well and lived happily on the 47th floor, enjoying
his children's beautiful voices, his wife's deep brown eyes and her
glorious paintings of birds. And at night he gazed at the ocean and
contentedly watched the lights of the city twinkling on, one by one.
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Sheesh. What a long .plan. Better "| more". Haha.
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dryfoo (Gary L. Dryfoos):
No matter what I put here, it will never be picked up by the Discuss
group Central_America. What a great feeling of privacy that gives me.
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edzimmer (Eric D. Zimmerman):
Wow-- I finally figured out where to go -- I'll be at the University
of Chicago this fall.
"If you want to stay up,
You've got to drink a cup,
Caffeine.
When you're nodding your head
But you can't go to bed,
Caffeine.
Need more time, need more time, need more time
Caffeine.
If the problem set's due,
It's what you gotta do,
Caffeine.
When you're getting real tired,
It's time to get wired,
Caffeine.
Need more time, need more time, need more time
Caffeine."
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okamura (Kazuo Okamura):
Kazuo Okamura - okamura@mit.edu & okamura@isl.mei.co.jp
Visiting Scientist
MIT / Center for Coordination Sicence
1 Amherst St. E40-179
Cambridge, MA 02139
TEL: 617-253-3865
Information Systems Research Laboratory
Matsushita Electric Industrial. CO., LTD. (aka Panasonic)
1007 Kadoma Osaka 517 JAPAN
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sokoloff (James T Sokoloff):
Jim last logged out @ Tue Apr 13 04:08:21 EDT 1993 on host carbonara...
Plan? What plan?
------ Athena hacks for April 1, 1993 ------
Two hacks, one visible (and IMHO neat) and one much less visible.
Hack #1: Changed the names in w20-575 (Student Center public cluster)
from the old w20-575-xxx to w20-<element name> Also, for cases where
elements didn't exist, they substituted other names "dilithium", etc...
Hack #2: Changed the `today` command (in the watchmaker locker) to return
a silly version of the information, as in:
Today is Thursday, the first day of April, nineteen ninety-three. The
big hand is on the twelve and the little hand is on the one. The Moon is
Waxing Gibbous (66% of Full).
------ Phi Delta Theta Social Events for the upcoming weeks ------
Mon April 5: 5:30PM Faculty Dinner (Cocktails @ 5:30, Dinner @ 6PM) (i)
Come have dinner and drinks with Chuck Vest...
Wed April 7: 9:30PM Wed Social (This week is Sushi!!! (Yum!))
Sat April 10: 7:00PM Sat Movie Night (Closed event; (you are invited))
(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 Apr 6 11:03:44 EDT 1993 ------
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starflt (Derrick Kong):
The Way It Crumbles
At Ocean Beach, Fire Island, New York, a young man was arrested on a
charge of eating a chocolate chip cookie in public.
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