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daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Central America)
Fri Apr 22 05:00:06 1994
Date: Fri, 22 Apr 1994 04:59:01 -0400
From: Central America <root@charon.MIT.EDU>
To: ca-mtg@charon.MIT.EDU
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abbe (Abbe J Cohen):
Studlier wheels that don't wobble.
Happily mounted to the splufty motors.
Happily mounted to a piece of masonite that's .5 cm smaller.
It drives straight. And well.
That's *both* wheels. :-)
Walls are fixed, and mounted to the base, a bit further forward.
Electrical connections happy.
Cardboard cut to shape and bent to fit around/within walls.
Polaroid motor geared to give enough torque.
The rolling piece is almost working well enough to put the cover on.
Except that the cover interferes with its rolling, and is now mounted
further away from the rolling piece.
The rolling piece has yet to close over the ball of its own accord.
It likes to move sometimes, though, and that's all it's going to do.
The Purple People-Eater lives.
Eyes, teeth, and all. :)
Harry West said it was very "aesthetically pleasing." :-)
Of course, this was before I painted it purple.
Someone else clearly thought it was "asethetically pleasing"....
I'M GOING TO JAPAN!!!!!!
my machine was chosen for design, one of 4 chosen by 4 anonymous
judges.
and, it made it into the top (16?32?) machines in the contest as well....
!!!!!!!!!!
At this point in the term, average hours/week = 13.8 (for a 9 unit class)
and worth it! :)
Geek Code:
GE/CS/S/O d- -p+ c+++@ l u++@ e+ m++@(---) s---/ n+(---) h+@ f+ !g
w++ t--- r+@ x++(**)
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biciunas (Paul Biciunas):
"Just because you're sitting in a lotus position doesn't mean you're
enlightened."
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mjdaly (Mark J Daly):
Strat '93 Standings (update Apr 20 - noon)
Houston 5 1 - .833
San Francisco 6 2 - .750
Toronto 1 1 2.0 .500
Atlanta 0 0 2.0 ---
Boston 0 0 2.0 ---
NY Yankees 0 0 2.0 ---
Philadelphia 0 0 2.0 ---
Texas 3 5 3.0 .375
Seattle 5 11 5.0 .313
This Season: each team plays 4-game series at home and away against
every other team
Series results (home on right, away across top - home team score first):
Atl Bos Hou NYY Phi SF Sea Tex Tor
Atl ***
Bos ***
Hou *** 2-0
NYY ***
Phi ***
SF ***
Sea 1-3 1-3 *** 2-2
Tex 1-3 ***
Tor ***
other games Sea-Tor 1-1 played somewhere...anybody, anybody?
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rlcarr (Richard L. Carreiro):
Article 499 of clari.feature.mike_royko:
Message-ID: <S6ab.70fb@clarinet.com>
From: clarinews@clarinet.com (Mike Royko)
Newsgroups: clari.feature.mike_royko
Copyright: 1994 by the Chicago Tribune, R
RELEASE: 04/13/94
Subject: Clintons' supporters a taxing proposition
It's a little late for New Year's resolutions, but I'll
make one anyway. I swear that I will never again write anything
even mildly critical of the heroic President Clinton or his
brilliant wife.
This is the first time I've taken such an oath and it
isn't easy because I have been sniping at presidents --
Republicans and Democrats -- since Lyndon B. Johnson was in the
White House.
But I'm calling it quits because I cannot endure the
shrill shrieks of Clinton's liberal Democrat admirers.
Their furious howls are far worse than anything I ever
heard from the conservative Republican supporters of Ronald
Reagan, the tight-lipped hisses from George Bush's fans, or even
the raspy snarls of Richard Nixon's crowd.
The Nixonites and Reaganites were big on the word "ilk,"
as in: "You and your liberal media ilk, who are trying to lead
this country into the hands of the communists ..." etc., etc.
I couldn't take offense at being called an "ilk." My
wife has called me far worse.
The Bushies were more restrained, as was their hero. When
they were angry, they'd say something like: "You and others in
the liberal media are just jealous because you are not a fine,
upstanding, decent person like George Bush ..."
And how could I take offense at that, since those who know
me are aware that I am not fine, upstanding or decent, and have
never even given these virtues a whirl?
Ah, but the liberal Democrats -- they come at you with
dripping fangs.
"You and all of your filthy-rich right-wing Republican
bastard pals ..." is the way one of them began. And she ended it
with, "In your greed, you want to keep the working class down and
your pockets stuffed."
How quickly a person can change. In almost a twinkle of
time, I have been transformed from part of the liberal media ilk
to a filthy-rich right-wing Republican bastard. It's the fastest
switcheroo since the old Wolfman movies.
And there is the man who wrote: "It is obvious that you
are doing the bidding of your fat-cat Republican employers. I once
had respect for you. But now I see you are nothing but another
journalistic whore. Why don't you just hang it up, retire? You are
worse than a senile burnout -- you are a senile sellout."
The only people who might be more surprised by that would
be my employers, who have never once offered a suggestion as to
what I should write. Not even one word, when I was counting Ronald
Reagan's naps or trying to read George Bush's lips.
Another Clintonite wrote: "Where were you when Spiro
Agnew was ..." And he went on to list Agnew's sins.
Where was I? Agnew once invited me to his hotel suite to
tell me that I was a dumb, misguided, unread, pinko fool. As
politely as I could, I told him he was a double-talking,
dishonest, bigoted national embarrassment.
Having cleared the air, we had a few drinks and swapped
political gossip. That's what makes the job fun.
Even Agnew, hidden from public sight in Palm Springs,
might be surprised at my personality change.
So would Mario Cuomo, who was my personal choice for
president, although he was detested by conservatives.
And how did I do a Wolfman switch from part of the liberal
ilk to rotten, low-down Republican lackey?
It wasn't Whitewater, since I have admitted I don't
understand what it's all about.
Nor do I feel threatened, as many feminists have
suggested, because Hillary Clinton is a strong, intelligent woman
who has genuine power. My mother, my wife, and my two older
sisters, my first editor, and many of my associates, were or are
strong, intelligent women. I hire strong, intelligent women.
Strong, intelligent women are my kind of dolls.
On the other hand, I am not a weepy Alan Alda type. But
few men are perfect.
What seems to have brought on all of this liberal
animosity are my doubts that the Clintons are what they led us to
believe.
On the one hand, they pushed the idea that anyone who made
any money during the 1980s was greedy, crooked and an exploiter of
the weak and helpless.
Actually, in every decade in our history, there are those
who made money by being greedy and crooked. But most people who
have a surplus in the bank did it through hard work and/or smarts.
So I merely pointed out that the Clintons -- while posing
as part of the underclass -- had stashed it away back in Arkansas
with as much greedy zest as the next hustler. When was the last
time you -- or anyone else -- turned $1,000 into $100,000 by
betting on cattle futures?
And I questioned the way the Clintons stretched the tax
laws by inflating the value of the underwear he gave to second-
hand shops. True, it didn't represent big money. But it is what
the tax experts call an "aggressive" interpretation of the tax
laws.
Now it turns out that the Clintons once forgot to tell the
IRS about several thousand dollars that Hillary picked up in her
cattle wizardry. So they have finally paid up.
But because I have taken an oath not to be critical of
them, I'm not going to ask how the heck a couple of Yale-educated
lawyers forgot to list $6,000 in trading profits on their tax
return.
If I did, some liberal would instantly shriek at me that
it could happen to anyone. Doesn't everybody forget to list $6,000
on their tax returns?
And they're probably right. I'll have to ask my accountant
if he can develop any sweet memory lapses.
I think he's liberal and might understand.
(C) 1994 BY THE CHICAGO TRIBUNE
DISTRIBUTED BY TRIBUNE MEDIA SERVICES, INC.
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sgw (stephen g. wadlow):
She lit a burner on the stove
And offered me a pipe
I thought you'd never say hello she said
You look like the silent type
Then open up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burning coal
Pourin' off of every page
Like it was written in my soul
From me to you
Tangled up in blue
from "Tangled Up In Blue"
By Bob Dylan
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therese (Therese):
I sink like a stone that's been thrown in the ocean
My logic has drowned in a sea of emotion.
Stop before you start,
Be still my beating heart.
-- Sting
Nothing Like the Sun
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yandros (Chad Phillip Brown):
Today's W20 Riddle:
Why is it that being in SIPB lately feels so much like being caught
in a blizzard?
<a href="http://www.mit.edu:8001/people/yandros/home_page.html">chad</a>
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