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daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Central America)
Thu Sep 23 09:04:17 1993
Date: Thu, 23 Sep 93 09:02:55 -0400
From: Central America <root@charon.MIT.EDU>
To: ca-mtg@charon.MIT.EDU
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aleonard (Annette Leonard):
"Oh the kiss! so alcoholic and slow" -- The Cure
* Grieving over the death throes of summer. Sigh.
* RIP Sue's maidenhood. 12/24/67 - 10/10/93
* Learning how to rollerblade one of these days (yah, right)
* Hoping the car-fairy will drop a Hondo Civic del Sol on me soon
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ckclark (Calvin Clark):
LIMITES
LIMITS
De estas calles que ahondan el poniente,
Una habra (no si cual) que he recorrido
Ya por zltima vez, indiferente
Y sin adivinarlo, sometido
Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset,
There must be one (which, I am not sure)
That I by now have walked for the last time
Without guessing it, the pawn of that Someone
A Quiin prefija omnipotentes normas
Y una secreta y rmgida medida
A las sombras, los sueqos y las formas
Que destejen y tejen esta vida.
Who fixes in advance omnipotent laws,
Sets up a secret and unwavering sacle
for all the shadows, dreams, and forms
Woven into the texture of this life.
Si para todo hay tirmino y hay tasa
Y zltima vez y nuca mas y olvido
?Quiin nos dira de quiin, en esta casa,
Sin saberlo, nos hemos despedido?
If there is a limit to all things and a measure
And a last time and nothing more and forgetfulness,
Who will tell us to whom in this house
We without knowing it have said farewell?
Tras el cristal ya gris la noche cesa
Y del alto de libros que una trunca
Sombra dilata por la vaga mesa,
Alguno habra que no leeremos nunca.
Through the dawning window night withdraws
And among the stacked books which throw
Irregular shadows on the dim table,
There must be one which I will never read.
Hay en el Sur mas de un portsn gastado
Con sus jarrones de mamposterma
Y tunas, que a mi paso esta vedado
Como si fuera una litografma.
There is in the South more than one worn gate,
With its cement urns and planted cactus,
Which is already forbidden to my entry,
Inaccessible, as in a lithograph.
Para siempre cerraste alguna puerta
Y hay un espejo que te aguarda en vano;
La encrucijada te parece abierta
Y la vigila, cuardifronte, Jano.
There is a door you have closed forever
And some mirror is expecting you in vain;
To you the crossroads seem wide open,
Yet watching you, four-faced, is a Janus.
Hay, etre todas tus memorias, una
Que se ha perdido irreparablemete;
No te veran bajar a aquella fuente
Ni el blanco sol ni la amarilla luna.
There is among all your memories one
Which has now been lost beyond recall.
You will not be seen going down to that fountain
Neither by white sun nor by yellow moon.
No volvera tu voz a lo que el persa
Dijo en su lengua de aves y de rosas,
Cuando al ocase, ante la luz dispersa,
Quieras decir inolvidables cosas.
You will never recapture what the Persian
Said in his language woven with birds and roses,
When, in the sunset, before the light disperses,
You wish to give words to unforgettable things.
?Y el incesante Rsdano y el lago,
Todo ese ayer sobre el cual hoy me inclino?
Tan perdido estara como Cartago
Que con fuego y con sal borrs el latino.
And the steadily flowing Rhone and the lake,
All that vast yesterday over which today I bend?
They will be as lost as Carthage,
Scourged by the Romans with fire and salt.
Creo en el alba omr un atareado
Rumor de multitudes que se alejan;
Son lo que me ha querido y olvidado;
Espacio y tiempo y Borges ya me dejan.
At dawn I seem to hear the turbulent
Murmur of crowds milling and fading away;
They are all I have been loved by, forgotten by;
Space, time, and Borges now are leaving me.
-Jorge Luis Borges [Traslation by Alastair Reid]
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hch (Hernando Cortina):
.. One FISHWICH coming up!!
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svalente (Salvatore Valente):
"Welcome." - Anonymous.
THIS IS MY PLAN. IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR SOMEONE ELSE'S PLAN, YOU HAVE
FINGERED THE WRONG PERSON.
1) Ask me about VaporDo!
2) Send me email. I dont get enough email.
3) I still work for Dimensional Insight.
4) Keesh status: it needs a real afs client. Everything else, however,
breaks.
5) How are classes going? I used to take classes.
6) I moved. You can try to call me at "home", but I'm not there often.
Have a nice day.
-Thal.
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valerie (Valerie J. Ohm):
The 18 most honorable ways for an MIT student to die: (spring 1993, v1.0)
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18. To die from compilacations of carpal tunnel syndrome.
17. To be poisoned by drinking from the Charles River.
16. To be run over by a runaway 6.270 (or 2.70) robot.
15. Breaking your neck on the Senior Haus tire swing while attempting to
start off the wall.
14. Bursting a blood vessel in your brain while trying to do an E & M
problem set while pondering the meaning of a Skinny Puppy song.
13. Losing yourself in a sign error while trying to think
probabilistically.
12. To die from lack of sleep due to nocturnal housemates, early morning
lectures, and all-night Euchre, Titan, or STTNG drinking games.
11. To suffocate under piles of Interdepartmental Mail.
(Remember kids: nothing important *ever* comes through
Interdepartmental Mail!)
10. To die from caffiene overdose (is there any coffee left?).
9. To succumb to the immense entropy found in an MIT student's dorm
room.
8. To be asphyxiated while being squished in the corridors
of the textbook section of the Tech Coop on Reg Day.
7. To be trampled to death by slam-dancers at a Senior House courtyard
party, or a Saturday-night jaunt to ManRay.
6. To be strangled by large amounts of MIT administrative red tape.
5. To die from EMF radiation for spending 28 consecutive
hours in front of an Athena terminal.
4. To be electrocuted by your Thesis project.
3. To be run down on Mass Ave due to faulty traffic lights.
2. To be cruicified over a bungled attempt to steal a UA ballot box.
1. To die from food poisoning in an MIT dining hall. (ARA.....)
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Hi, I graduated and I'm not at MIT anymore.
My address for the next academic year is:
Valerie Ohm
201 Maple Ave. Apt. A5
Ithaca, NY 14850
(607) 256-3188
After that, send any snail mail to:
Valerie Ohm
3802 Ainsley Court
Campbell, CA 95008
And my folx will forward it to me.
My new email address is ee539e1@ee.cornell.edu. Be careful with the
username, or else it will go to someone else. Numbered accounts are
unfortunately a way of life...
Toodles...
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