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daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Central America)
Wed Apr 27 04:03:24 1994
Date: Wed, 27 Apr 1994 04:02:27 -0400
From: Central America <root@charon.MIT.EDU>
To: ca-mtg@charon.MIT.EDU
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amgreene (Andrew Marc Greene):
[There has been a heated discussion about the intricacies of copyright law
on the SavoyNet mailing list. It cried out for a Gilbertian treatment...]
(To the tune of "Oh, I'm the celestial drudge" -- um, er, no.
To the tune of "When I, good friends, was called to the bar"...)
When I, good friends, was hauled to the bar,
'Bout a copyright violation,
Yes, I was, as many young Savoyards are,
Unclear on the situation.
I thought, since over fifty years had passed,
Since nineteen hundred and eleven,
That all the copyrights had lapsed
With Gilbert up in Heaven
(Chorus: He thought the copyrights had lapsed, &c.)
In theaters and halls I danced and sang,
My confidence growing firmer,
Until I received a call from the gang
Representing old G. Schirmer.
"Their royalties are what they sent us for.
(Though the law is rather murky,
It seems that the piano-vocal score
Is considered derivative work, see!)"
(Chorus: It seems that the &c.)
Thus chastened, I found the antidote
To the threat of litigation,
I'd restrict myself to what Gilbert wrote,
And to Sullivan's orchestration.
Since they've both been dead for over fifty years,
And the operas are almost all one hundred,
I'll set aside all legal fears:
And I'd do like the shows they'd done did.
(Chorus: He'll set &c.)
At length I became convinced I was safe
From the traps in the Berne Convention,
But I added a number after "Why poor, Ralph?"
Based on Sullivan's diary's mention.
They interrupted our opening night,
And they served us with a subpoena.
(Chorus, spoken: No!)
(Soloist, spoken: Yes!)
"`Unpublshed works' retain copyright,
And /dina malkhuta dina/."
(Chorus: "Unpublished works" etc.)
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So, should I claim copyright? Sure... copyright (c) 1994 Andrew M Greene;
republication in electronic form or in any publication with a circulation
of under one thousand is permitted provided this copyright notice remains
attached.
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ems (Emily A Barria):
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jjfoley (Jeff Foley):
Let me introduce you to my family.
My Father is Order, my Mother is Spontaneity. My Brothers' names are
Humor and Pun. They're fraternal twins, so they're a lot a like, but
it's easy to tell the two apart. My Sister's name is Passion.
Electrical Engineering is my Wife. She has established my position in
the world, helped my income, and given me a companion in the middle of
the night. She can also be a real bitch sometimes. Fortunately, I
have Music and Writing as my Mistresses, to keep me satisfied and to
prevent the marriage from getting too wretched.
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kdmiller (Kenneth D Miller):
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Yes!! I'm online! Just use 'kdmiller@marinara.mit.edu'...
I've been on since Wed Apr 27 00:48:33 EDT 1994
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mjdaly (Mark J Daly):
Strat '93 Standings (most games played through April 26)
San Francisco 10 6 - .625
Toronto 4 2 1.0 .667
Atlanta 5 3 1.0 .625
NY Yankees 5 3 1.0 .625
Houston 6 4 1.0 .600
Texas 5 7 3.0 .417
Boston 2 6 4.0 .250
Seattle 7 13 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 *** 3-1
Bos *** 1-3 1-3
Hou *** 2-0
NYY ***
Phi ***
SF 2-2 *** 2-2
Sea 1-3 2-2 1-3 *** 2-2
Tex 1-3 ***
Tor ***
other games Sea-Tor 1-1 played somewhere...anybody, anybody?
missing the other two games of this series as well
games played Sunday the 24th?
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rnewman (Ron Newman):
Home address: 18 Day St. #310, Somerville MA 02144
Home phone: (617) 628-8895.
Office: MIT Media Lab, Room E15-468b, phone (617) 252-1705.
Here's to the state of Richard Nixon
For underneath its borders, the devil draws the line
If you drag its muddy rivers, nameless bodies you will find
And the factories of the forests have lit a thousand crimes
And the calendar is lying when it reads the present time
O here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Richard Nixon, find yourself another country to be part of
Here's to the schools of Richard Nixon
Where they're teaching all the children that they don't have to care
All the rudiments of hatred are present everywhere
And every single classroom is a factory of despair
O there's nobody learning such a foreign word as fair
O here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Richard Nixon, find yourself another country to be part of
And here's to the laws of Richard Nixon
Where the wars are fought in secret, Pearl Harbor everyday
He punishes with income tax that he don't have to pay
And he's tapping his own brother just to hear what he would say
Ah, corruption can be classic in the Richard Nixon way
O here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Richard Nixon, find yourself another country to be part of
And here's to the churches of Richard Nixon ... and Billy Graham ...
Where the cross was made of silver, now is caked with rust
And the Sunday morning sermons pander to their lust
Ah the falling face of Jesus is choking in the dust
And heaven only knows in which God they can trust
O here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Richard Nixon, find yourself another country to be part of
And here's to the government of Richard Nixon
In the swamp of their bureaucracy, they're always bogging down
And criminals are posing as advisors to the crown
And they hope that no one sees the sights and no one hears the sounds
And the speeches of the President are the ravings of a clown
O here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Richard Nixon, find yourself another country to be part of
-- "Here's to the State of Richard Nixon"
Phil Ochs, 1974
from the album "Chords of Fame"
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sorokin (Jessie Stickgold-Sarah):
The longings of women
Marge Piercy
The longings of women:
butterflies beating against
ceilings painted blue like sky;
flies buzzing and thumping their heads
against the pane to get out.
They die and are swept off
in a feather duster.
The hopes of women are pinned
after cyanide by rows
labeled in Latin
the fragile wings fading.
The keeper speaks with melancholy
of how beautiful they were
as if he had not killed them.
The anger of women runs like small
brown ants you step on,
swarming in cracks in the pavement,
marching in long queues
through the foundation and inside,
nameless, for our names
are not yet our own.
But we are many and hungry
and our teeth though small are sharp.
If we move together
there is no wall we cannot erode
dust-grain by speck, and the lion
when he lies down is prey
to the army of ants.
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therese (Therese):
So I'm walking through the desert
and I'm not frightened although it's hot
I have all that I requested
and I do not want what I haven't got
- Sinead O'Connor
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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.
Lui Collins
from the album MOONDANCER
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