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daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Central America)
Sat Nov 27 06:06:55 1993

Date: Sat, 27 Nov 1993 06:06:16 -0500
From: Central America <root@charon.MIT.EDU>
To: ca-mtg@charon.MIT.EDU


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gsstark (Greg Stark):

MIT address:
69 Chestnust St.
Cambridge...

Montreal Address:
642 Belmont Ave.
Westmount, Qc,  CANADA
     H3Y 2W2

email to gsstark@mit will be probably be read.
email to gs_star@concordia.ca will probably be bounced.

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nosaj (Jason M Sachs):


THE NUDE METHOD OF SOLVING RLC CIRCUITS

1) build your circuit. leave lots of room.
2) replace each resistor with a brunette, each
   capacitor with a blonde, and each inductor
   with a redhead
3) turn on power

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I have no time this semester, except for maybe
thinking up silly stuff like this to remain sane.

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That's the whole trouble.  You can't ever find a place
that's nice and peaceful, because there isn't any.
You may *think* there is, but once you get there, when
you're not looking, somebody'll sneak up and write
"Fuck you" right under your nose.  Try it sometime.  I
think, even, if I ever die, and they stick me in a
cemetery, and I have a tombstone and all, it'll say
"Holden Caulfield" on it, and then what year I was
born and what year I died, and then right under that
it'll say "Fuck you." I'm positive, in fact.

			-- J. D. Salinger,
			   "The Catcher in the Rye"

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sethf (Seth Finkelstein):

<continued from yesterday, due to the CA 10000 character limit>

And they all moved away from me on the bench there, with the hairy eyeball and
all kinds of mean, nasty things, till I said, "And creatin' a nuisance."

And they all came back, shook my hand and we had a great time on the bench
talkin' about crime, mother-stabbin', father-rapin', --all kinds of groovy
things that we was talkin' about on the bench, and everything was fine.

We was smokin' cigarettes and all kinds of things, until the sergeant came
over, had some paper in his hand, held it up and said:

"KIDTHISPIECEOFPAPERSGOTFORTYSEVENWORDSTHIRTYSEVENSENTENCESFIFTYEIGHT
WORDSWEWANTTOKNOWTHEDETAILSOFTHECRIMETHETIMEOFTHECRIMEANDANYOTHER
KINDOFTHINGYOUGOTOSAYPERTAININGTOANDABOUTTHECRIMEWEWANTTOKNOWTHE
ARRESTINGOFFICERSNAMEANDANYOTHERTHINGYOUGOTTOSAY--"

And he talked for forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said.
But we had fun fillin' out the forms and playin' with the pencils on the
bench there. I filled out the Massacre with the four-part harmony.

Wrote it down there just like it was and everything was fine. And I put down
my pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there--on the other side
--in the middle of the other side--

Away from everything else on the other side--in parentheses-capital letters--

quoted-read the following words: "Kid, have you rehabilitated yourself?"

I went over to the sergeant. I said, "Sergeant, you got a lot of God-dammed
gall to ask me if I've rehabilitated myself! I mean--I mean-- that you send--
I'm sittin' here on the bench--

I mean I'm sittin' here on the Group W bench, 'cause you want to know if I'm
moral enought to join the army, burn women, kids, houses and villages after
bein' a litterbug."

He looked at me and said, "Kid, we don't like your kind! We're gonna send your
fingerprints off to Washington." And, friends, somewhere in Washington,
enshrined in some folder, is a study in black and white of my fingerprints.

And the only reason I'm singin' you the song now is 'cause you may know
somebody in a similar situation. Or YOU may be in a similar situation, and
if you're in a situation like that, there's only one thing you can do:

Walk into the shrink whenever you are, just walk in, say, "Shrink--

You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant."

--and walk out. You know, if one person, just one person does it, they may
think he's really sick and they won't take him.

And if two people do it--in harmony--they may thing they're both FAGGOTS and
they won't take either of them. And if THREE people do it! Can you imagine
three people walkin' in, singin' a bar of "Alice's Restaurant" and walkin'
out? They might think it's an ORGANIZATION!

And can you imagine FIFTY people a day? I said FIFTY people a day--walkin' in
singin' a bar of "Alice's Restaurant" and walkin' out? Friends, they may think
it's a MOVEMENT, and that's what it is:

      THE ALICE'S RESTAURANT ANTI-MASSACRE MOVEMENT!--

and all you gotta do to join is to sing it the next time it comes around on the
guitar. With feelin':

You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant, exceptin' Alice,
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant;
Walk right in, it's around the back, just a half a mile from the railroad
track;
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant.

                                                      typed by
                                                    Steven Sietz 2/23/85

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sorokin (Jessie Stickgold-Sarah):

RUSTED PIPE
Suzanne Vega/Suzanne Vega & Anton Sanko

             Now the time has come to speak
             I was not able
             And water through a rusted pipe
             Could make the sense that I do

             Gurgle, mutter
             Hiss, stutter
             Moan the words like water
             Rush and foam and choke

             Having waited
             This long of a winter
             I fear I only
             Croak and sigh

             Somewhere deep within
             Hear the creak
             That lets the tale begin

             Now the time has come to move
             I was not able
             Water through a rusted pipe
             Could make the moves that I do

             Stagger, stumble
             Trip, fumble
             I fear I only
             Slip and slide

             Somewhere deep within
             Hear the creak
             That lets the tale begin

             Somewhere deep within
             Hear the creak
             That lets the tale begin


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starflt (Derrick Kong):

81.  Always be right.
82.  Lean on the doorbell.
83.  If there is going to be a fight, make sure you start it.
84.  Don't take "no" for an answer.
85.  Ignore "No Smoking" signs.
86.  Bark orders.
87.  Put coal in Christmas stockings.
88.  Sneer at people who try hard.
89.  Assume everybody agrees with you, but keep trying to convince them.
90.  Brag a lot.
				from Life's Little Destruction Book

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therese (Therese):

	You're looking at my plan? :)  I'm honored :)
	Will you zwrite me too?



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yandros (Chad Phillip Brown):


 _You_Can_Build_a_Mainframe_from_the_Things_You_Find_at_Home_

 This particular version comes from the memory of one Kevin Iga.
 There may be other versions, but this is the one that matters to me,
 so I don't care. :-)

  chorus:
  
  IBM, DEC, and Honeywell,
  HP/DG and Wang,
  Amdahl, NEC and NCR
  They don't know anythang
  They make big bucks for systems
  So they never want it known
  That you can build a mainframe
  From the things you find at home.
  
  Now take the CPU, you see,
  It's only just a box
  With blinking lights and whirring fans
  and lots of cable slots.
  I spent an evening working with
  Some wires and bulbs and pins
  Then hauled it to the basement
  And I plugged the freezer in.
  
  (chorus)
  
  Next I got a tape drive
  and the tape drive was a steal
  I climbed up to the attic
  for my Dad's old reel-to-reel.
  Some binding twine and sealing wax
  and soon it was complete:
  A CPU and tape drive
  at a price no one can beat.
  
  (chorus)
  
  Then I got a disk drive
  And it didn't take me long.
  Function follows form, they say,
  or have I got that wrong?
  My disk drive's got five functions
  that blows the rest away:
  Cottons, linens, wash-and-wear,
  Rinse and lingerie.
  
  (chorus)
  
  Next I needed a console
  To make my system run;
  Without a little console
  my system wasn't done.
  So I hooked up a typewriter
  to a broken TV tube.
  And now I've got a system
  that can write the evening news.
  
  (chorus)
  
  Though I've got my system running
  I admit it's not the best.
  The data's always buggy,
  The response time is a mess.
  It crashes every hour
  and it isn't worth a damn
  But I don't care because it works
  just like an IBM.
  
  (chorus)
  
<a href="http://www.mit.edu:8001/people/yandros.html">chad</a>

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