[5175] in Central_America
New quotes for Mon Nov 15
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Central America)
Mon Nov 15 06:35:20 1993
Date: Mon, 15 Nov 1993 06:34:32 -0500
From: Central America <root@charon.MIT.EDU>
To: ca-mtg@charon.MIT.EDU
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
edzimmer (Eric D. Zimmerman):
Grad student in physics at the Enrico Fermi Institute at the
University of Chicago.
My home address: 1700 E. 56th St., Apt. 1803
Chicago, IL 60637
Phone: 312-667-3402
My office address: 5640 S. Ellis Av., RI 382
Chicago, IL 60637
Phone: 312-702-7758
E-mail to edz@UCHEP.UCHICAGO.EDU. My athena account will (sob) die soon.
"Boy, life is boring once you graduate."
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
elai (BONK!):
{from system: This user's .plan file is not world-readable}
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
hch (Hernando Cortina):
This ASEXUAL PIG really BOILS my BLOOD... He's so..so.....URGENT!!
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
jtkohl (John T Kohl):
From _The Maine Campus_ (U Maine's campus newspaper), Friday 12 Nov
1993 (typos as in the printed copy)
"To the Editor:
Recently, there was a story in the _Bangor Daily News_ about a young
fellow from Ellsworth who had ingested some mushrooms and who apparently
has "blinked out" from existence as we know it. Although I can
personally vouch for the healing powers of certain genus of psilocybe
mushrooms; going supernova, or winking out like a star who has reached
the end of its career, is not one of its properties.
Once again the media would have us believe that the little mushroom is
another scourge to be eradicated much the same as that other harmless
botanical; cannabis sativa.
For those among you who are unfamiliar with the genus psilocybe, or the
other psilocybin/psilocin containing fungi, I would like to explain as
much as I know about the "little ones."
It is of extreme importance to know that psilocybin is
4-phosphoraloxy-N,N-dimethyltryptamine, not dissimilar to serotonin, and
that serotonin, the major neurotransmitter in the human brain, found in
all life and most concentrated in humans, is 5-hydroxytryptamine. The
very fact that the onset of the effects of the psilocybin fungus is so
rapid, coming on in a few minutes, means that the brain is absolutely at
home with this compound.
My contention is that mutation-causing, psychoactive chemical compounds
in the early human diet directly influenced the rapid reorganization of
the brain's information-processing capabilities.
It is highly possible that these mushrooms never evolved on earth. The
spores of the psilocybe are extremely light, and by Brownian motion are
capable of percolation to the edge of a planet's atmosphere. What the
mushroom says about itself s this: that it is an extraterrestrial
organism, that its spores can survive the conditions of interstellar
space. The spores are deep-deep purple---the color they would have to
be to absorb the deep ultraviolet end of the spectrum. Also of great
significance is that the casing of the spores is one of the hardest
organic substances known. The electron density approaches that of a
metal.
Finally, as an exopheromone, the mushroom has survived over countless
millenia because it needs us as much as we have apparently needed them
for our continued evolvement, and, if it could explain its own position
clearly, it would probably say, "I require the nervous system of a
mammal, in a spirit of cooperation, in order to survive, do you have
one handy?"
Speaking on behalf of those countless brave souls who have braved
exploration into the inner worlds, we wish that those people who have
not tried these compounds, and who know absolutely nothing about the
experiences, would not write articles of propaganda, and instill mass
hysteria in the minds of intelligent women and men who may wish to find
out for themselves in repeatable, testable objective experiments, what
is the nature of these inner realms?
The miracle is that the universe created a part of itself to study the
rest of it, that this part, in studying itself, finds the rest of the
universe in its own natural inner realities.
Richard Dyer
Estabrooke Hall
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
pshuang (Ping Huang):
========================================================================
[You are reading my /afs/athena/.../.plan file, updated 11/14/93.]
----------------------------------------------------------------
FALL TERM, 1993:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
6.035 (Thank God they didn't offer the 18-unit version this term or I
would surely have signed up for it.... class is most cool but
sufficiently timesink in the 12-unit version)
18.03 (Gee, I think 80% of the seniors taking this class are 6-3 M.Eng.
students... getting better, now that we moved through transforms
and are into systems, although we'll see how I do on Quiz 3)
SP412J (Humanities classes from 7-10pm are murderous, especially when
there's a film component so we have to stay awake with the room
lights off, but it's been a very interesting class)
21M051 (I refuse to drop this class again, but this class is once again
making me inordinately guilty considering that it's a 9-unit
humanities class because I'm not putting enough into it...)
21MA02 (The freshmen are mostly doing OK, the seminar itself is cool,
but now I just have to find the time to interview people about
my end-of-term presentation on music and Boston Chinese)
----------------------------------------------------------------
WEEKLY SCHEDULE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mon. Tue. Wed. Thu. Fri. Sat. Sun.
~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~
10am 21M051B APO-prj
11am 6.035L 6.035R 6.035L 6.035R APO-prj
Noon 21M051L 21M051L 18.03R 21M051L APO-prj
1pm 18.03L 18.03L 18.03L APO-prj
2pm APO-prj
3pm 21MA02 21M051B APO-prj
4pm 21MA02
5pm
6pm APO-mtg
7pm SP421J APO-mtg
8pm SP421J APO-mtg
9pm SP421J
Weird-looking schedule, isn't it?
----------------------------------------------------------------
You can try to reach me via:
| E-mail: pshuang@mit.edu (read *SEVERAL* times a day)
| (I still read @martigny.ai.mit.edu and @gza.com regularly)
| Dorm: Senior House, Atkinson 101, (617) 225-6600
| (voice mail available and checked regularly)
| Work: OV Security Business Unit, (617) 374-3700, x234
| Activity: Alpha Phi Omega, W20-415, (617) 253-3788
| Home Home: 1435 26th Ave, SF CA 94122, (415) 664-1658
----------------------------------------------------------------
Non-desperately seeking UROP/thesis (if this is still here late next
spring, will become "desperately seeking....")
----------------------------------------------------------------
TIME SPENT
~~~~~~~~~~
This section of my .plan file doesn't constitute a plan -- plans are
supposed to be about the future, even if the future referenced in the
plan is already in the past. Instead, it's a graphical summary of how
I've spent my time in the last several weeks.
[SUMMARIES COMING SOON TO A .PLAN FILE NEAR YOU]
========================================================================
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
starflt (Derrick Kong):
Goody two-shoeism hangs like an angel's halo over the land, pressuring
us to improve outselves and constantly do the right thing. Recycling
has us going around in circles. Sensitivity shades into silliness. One
more rant about co-dependency and we will all go cuckoo. There are just
too many good things to d.
Unchecked the pursuit of perfection threatens to erase the little quirks
and foibles and pecularities that make us _us_. If we become any nicer,
better behaved, more socially concerned, blissful -- or repressed -- we
could end up a nation of ax murderers.
Enough already. The prescriptions and advice in these pages are meant
as an antidote to niceness run rampant. The book points the way back
towards sanity. Let each sentence be your clarion call. Think small
and indule yourself; vent your spleen let it explode and splatter your
neighbor. Go ahead and be a little obnoxious; make sucking noises; be
pushy. Learn again to belittle, belabor, and betray. Use more plastic,
grind your teeth, and experience again the exquisite satisfaction you
once knew as a child when you peed in the pool. Out American way of
life may depend on it.
from the Introduction to
_Life's Little Destruction Book_
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
therese (Therese):
When I was a girl, I had a favourite story
Of the meadowlark who lived where the rivers wind.
Her voice could match the angels' in it's glory.
But she was blind. The lark was blind.
The king of the rivers took her to his palace
Where the walls were burnished bronze and golden braid
And he fed her fruit and nuts from an ivory chalice
And he prayed...
Sing for me, my meadowlark
Sing for me of the silver morning
Set me free, my meadowlark
And I'll buy you a priceless jewel
And cloth of brocade and crewel
And I'll love you for life, if you will
Sing for me...
Then one day, as the lark sang by the water
The god of the sun heard her in his flight
And her singing moved him so, he came and brought her
The gift of sight. He gave her sight.
And she opened her eyes to the shimmer and the splendour
Of this beautiful young god, so proud and strong
And he called to the lark in a voice both rough and tender
Come along...
Fly with me, my meadowlark
Fly with me on the silver morning
Past the sea where the dolphins bark
We will dance on the coral beaches
Make a feast of the plums and peaches
Just as far as your vision reaches,
Fly with me...
But the meadowlark said no
For the old king loved her so
She couldn't bear to wound his pride
So the sungod flew away
And when the king came down that day
He found his meadowlark had died...
Every time I heard that part, I cried...
--- End of Central America ---
