[5419] in Central_America
New quotes for Tue Apr 26
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Central America)
Tue Apr 26 03:35:28 1994
Date: Tue, 26 Apr 1994 03:34:45 -0400
From: Central America <root@charon.MIT.EDU>
To: ca-mtg@charon.MIT.EDU
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bwong (Bernard K Wong):
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carcovar (Carlos What's-His-Face):
{from system: This user's .plan file is not world-readable}
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dryfoo (Gary L. Dryfoos):
Well, now two Dicks -- Philip K. and Tricky -- are gone from this world,
both taken by massive brain hits. I like to imagine them in/on another
plane of existence, just chatting, sipping their tea and taking their
lumps.
I miss one. I don't miss the other.
"Philip Dick is dead, alas.
Let's all queue up to kick God's ass."
-- Bishop _The Secret Ascension_
"You won't have Nixon to kick around anymore."
-- RMN, 1962
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kdmiller (Kenneth D Miller):
void main(){char b[17];int a=0,c=0,d; /* / for a good time, email: \ */
while(c!=-1){printf("%07x0:",a++);for /* ( kdmiller@athena.mit.edu ) */
(d=0;d<16;d++){c=getchar();b[d]=(c<' ' /* \ (Kenneth D. Miller III) / */
||c>'~')?'.':c;printf( "%s%02x",d&3?"":" ",c&255);}printf(" | %s\n",b);}}
Yes!! I'm online! Just use 'kdmiller@al-burro.mit.edu'...
I've been on since Tue Apr 26 01:43:16 EDT 1994
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naomik (Naomi S Korn):
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sgw (stephen g. wadlow):
I woke up this morning and the sun was gone,
Turned on some music to start my day.
I lost myself in a familiar song,
I closed my eyes and I slipped away.
Chorus:
It's more than a feeling (more than a feeling)
When I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling).
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
Till I see Marianne walk away.
I see my Marianne walking away.
So many people have come and gone,
Their faces fade as the years go by;
Yet I still recall as I wander on,
As clear as the sun in the summer sky.
[chorus]
When I'm tired and thinking cold
I hide in my music, forget the day,
And dream of a girl I used to know.
I closed my eyes and she slipped away.
She slipped away.
[chorus]
"More Than a Feeling"
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starbuck (Hoang H Tran):
With any luck, I'll get my thesis turned in by the 6th of May. Afterward, I
plan to sit back and wait until the Institute hands over my diploma.
Hey you. Yes you! Don't you have something better to do than fingering
my information.
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therese (Therese):
Beethoven's gone but his music lives on
and Mozart don't go shopping no more.
You'll never meet Liszt or Brahms again
and Elgar doesn't answer the door.
Schubert and Chopin used to chuckle and
love whiles composing their long symphony.
But one hundred and fifty years later
there's very little of them left to see.
The decomposing composers.
There's nothing much anyone can do.
You can still hear Beethoven
but Beethoven cannot hear you.
H{ndel and Haydn and Rachmaninov
enjoyed a nice drink with their meal.
But nowadays no one will serve them
and their grave it is left to conceal.
Verdi and Wagner delighted the crowds
with their highly original sound.
The pianos like Pleyel does still working
but thereabout six feet under ground.
The decomposing composers.
There's less of them every year.
You can say what you like to Debussy
but there's not much of him left to hear.
Claude Achille Debussy. Died 1918.
Christoph Willibald Gluck. Died 1787.
Carl Maria von Weber. Not at all well 1825. Died 1826.
Giacomo Meyerbeer. Still alive 1863. Not still alive 1864.
Modest Musorgski. 1880 going to parties. No fun any more 1881.
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tytso (Theodore Y. Ts'o):
You have given me the melody as it poured forth from my heart
You have blessed me with the meter as it beat through my veins
As I walk with You and listen, Your words come to me
Oh blessed are we this day.
Rain so gently falls to soak the earth, life burst forth from the seed
Roots go stretching down to draw their strength from the soil
Upward grows the plant always reaching toward the hot, beating sun
Oh blessed are we this day.
You grace us with Your wisdom, love burst forth from our heart
We plant our feet upon the earth to draw our strength
Open wide our arms reaching toward the sky, we're flooded with light
Oh blessed are we this day.
May we walk within Your melody as it pours forth from our hearts
May we step within the meter as it beats through our veins
Open wide our ears and listening, hear Your words spoken clearly
Blessed are we this day.
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setenv TEDPATH 253-8091:253-8400:253-7788:643-2831
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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?
Answers:
Because of all the flakes falling down all over the place.
<a href="http://www.mit.edu:8001/people/yandros/home_page.html">chad</a>
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