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daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Central America)
Sun May 8 03:41:35 1994
Date: Sun, 8 May 1994 03:41:01 -0400
From: Central America <root@charon.MIT.EDU>
To: ca-mtg@charon.MIT.EDU
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bamf (David Y Oh):
I'm engaged. That pretty much sums it up, doesn't it?
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eichin (Mark W. Eichin):
life:
So much for feeling healthier. I've been sick all week, my stress
level has not improved, and I'm leaving for Switzerland, for a week,
in less than 24 hours.
work:
v5kinit actually got tickets, when built from an imake-free tree. Yaay!
play:
Sleep would be a good thing.
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hss (Hany Saleeb):
If not logged in, I was geeking until: Sat May 7 18:39:06 EDT 1994
,-^;
/ /\| Imagination is more important than Knowledge.
_--'' ) ~ -Albert Einstein
,;`( )_--''--;
// // _
' | __ / "I will act as if what I do makes a difference."
____/ \_____/ -- William James
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ikchiu (I-Ting K Chiu):
Hi. My name is Kathy Chiu, a course 6-1A senior as of Oct. 15.1993. I am
writing a profile program for Cheops as a UROP assignment this year. I
like to read, ice skate, and see movies. My favorite book is Anne of the
Green Gables, but only the first book in the series. I also like all the
Little House on the Prairie series, but I hate "The First Four Years". I
like most Disney films except for Little Mermaid. My favorite time of the
year is between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Some of my friends call me
Kate with the accent on "e".
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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);}}
Sorry, I'm not on right now. Try again later...
Last logout: Sat May 7 18:00:31 EDT 1994
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nosaj (Jason M Sachs):
The following is an excerpt from the current version of ``Seems to
Me'', (c) 1993-1994 Jason M. Sachs.
continued from last time....
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It was about four in the afternoon before someone finally came by who
was, I guess, knowledgeable or earnest enough in the area of
sign-pulling to convince Mrs. Grinswalder that she shouldn't just
replant that sign another time. It was a scruffy-looking guy who drove
up in a U. S. Postal Service truck, wearing a McDonald's uniform and
smoking a cigarette. Before taking a whack at the sign, he and Mrs.
Grinswalder talked for a while about sparrows and a guy named Merv and
some sort of migratory bird in Western Europe, and some other things
that I didn't quite catch---the guy was *weird*, with a capital W...
hell, the whole word was capitalized or something. All the same, he
didn't have much trouble uprooting the interstate sign for her.
So she took his picture and gave him a pie and bid him goodbye. After
he drove off in his mail truck, Mrs. Grinswalder ran her fingers up and down
the signpost. ``Yep! Heh heh heh...,'' she said, smiling up at the red
& blue shield of Truth, Justice, and Gasoline. She handed me the sign
and had me strap it to the back of her burnt umber jeep, and when it
was on there good and tight (I would have rather used rope, but she
likes bunjee cord) and everything looked okay, we packed up the
traveling dessert stand, had a few words with each other, and went our
separate ways.
* * * * * *
That was one of Mrs. Grinswalder's better days; sometimes no one will stop to
talk with her at all, and other times, people might manage to pull up
the desired highway sign, but they just won't do it the right way, and
after waving a polite goodbye to the last person, Mrs. Grinswalder will just
stick it right back into the ground, pull her belongings into the burnt
umber jeep, and move on.
Overall, though, things work out for her pretty well. She lives off of
Social Security, and she probably makes a little off the pear bottom
pie stand, and then there's the money she gets from being a World War
II widow. I wonder who her husband was... but she doesn't talk about
that sort of stuff much. It's her life, and she can keep as much of
it hidden as she wants. There's a lot she won't tell me---what
the heck does she put into those pies?
She does send me a postcard every once in a while---I rent a post
office box in Richmond which I check every week or so---telling me
where she's going to be over the next few days, in case I feel like
stopping by. I do, if it's on my way. She tends to wander around a
lot, sometimes visiting the backwoods of Kentucky and Tennessee,
sometimes making her way down to Alabama or Florida, or up to New York
or Vermont, and occasionally making a trip west to God-knows-where.
The last I remember it, the odometer on the burnt umber jeep read
237,401.3 miles. Or maybe it was 234,701.3 miles; I'm not quite sure.
Legend has it that she's kept the pear bottom pie stand
going since the Truman administration.
One place she makes sure she hits every year is Crooksville, Ohio.
It's the only place she goes to get something other than an interstate
sign. (Personally, I'd rather have one of those ``South of the
Border'' signs: there's this sombrero-shaped building just after you
cross the border separating the Carolinas going south on I-95, and
they've got these big fluorescent signs for miles in either direction
saying ``35 miles to South of the Border!'' or however distant you
happen to be when you pass the sign. I think they're a little too
gaudy for her taste, though. I considered stealing one at one point,
but I've got no place to put it, so I've got to be content with a
little fluorescent green ``South of the Border'' bumper sticker I got
for my pickup truck.) Once a year, on May 4th, she brings her pear
bottom pie stand to Crooksville, intent on driving away with the sign
on the outskirts of town that says ``WELCOME TO CROOKSVILLE''. She
can't do it alone, of course---she gets the cooperation of some of the
local high school seniors who are eager to skip school and cause a
little mischief before they graduate.
Unlike on the interstate, in Crooksville she's not too particular
about how the sign is removed from the ground or who does it. Her
accomplices get into a line when she arrives, and each of them gets 60
seconds to attack the sign. The one who pulls it up gets a pear bottom
pie and their picture taken, and everyone else gets a slice as long as
they're willing to part with a dollar bill with an `E' or an `F' on
it. There's no trophy for the winner, just the pie and the
photograph---oh, and she gets to keep the sign. (They get around
to putting up a new one a few months later, maybe by Election Day.)
The local Rotary and Elks clubs and the Ku Klux Klan are all against
such debauchery, of course, but I think that secretly everyone there
sort of likes how she's adopted their town. At worst, they're like Tom
Crumly, the mayor there, who complained to me one year that he had to
take money out of the Bad Weather Fund to pay for a new sign because
they were running out of public works money. ``She is a bit like bad
weather, now that I think about it,'' he said. ``Comes whether you
like it or not. You have to admit, they're good pies, though.''
I was telling my parents about her when I went to visit them, up at
Cape Cod. They're used to bad weather; they've retired there, to live
in Sandwich, Massachusetts during the winter months, and in
the summertime they stay in Florida. They have a time-sharing deal with
another retired couple.
``Why doesn't she come up here sometime?'' my father asked. It
sounded like an invitation, but I wasn't sure; my father has this way
of being polite in the same way that county sheriffs are polite when
they ask you to put your hands behind your head.
``Oh, Mrs. Grinswalder wouldn't come to Sandwich. The interstate doesn't go
out this far.''
``So what? We've had nor'easters that came right through Sandwich, and
they didn't give a damn about the interstate.''
``Harry, dear,'' said my mother, ``nor'easters'll go anywhere.
They're unpredictable. This lady has a certain way of going about her
business; she's gone around selling pies by the side of the highway for
umpteen years now, and if she's happy doing it the way she pleases,
why should she change her habits now? Let her do what she wants to.''
My sentiments exactly.
And I wish things could have stayed that way.
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the rest of this is still under construction and read permission will
be granted on an individual basis, but part 1 in its entirety is
available via
http://web.mit.edu/afs/athena.mit.edu/user/n/o/nosaj/www/stm.html
send me comments if you like what you see!
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rei (E. Izawa (Cynic)):
Four Rules of Ki:
1. Keep One Point
2. Relax Completely
3. Keep Weight Underside
4. Extend Ki
Four Rules of My Life:
1. My major sucked
2. My unpaying background occupation sucks
3. I can't get a job
4. Life sucks
Oh, and this is me:
GO(S, CS) d- -p+(-) c++++ l u e++@ m++(-) s--/ n++(---) h---(+) f+ g+++ w++ t r+@ x?
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sanchezc (Carlos E Sanchez):
I have become confused again...
1> Bio-Mechanical - 2A
1.5> /w a minor in Economics
2> Course Six (hahaha) - well not anymore
3> Chem. E. (NOT!!!!!!!!!)
Snail Mail
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Carlos Sanchez | Carlos Sanchez
362 Memorial Dr. Rm.406 | 3231 East 5th St.
Cambridge, MA 02139-4317 | Los Angeles, CA 90063-3112
617-225-7156 | 213-262-9934
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shabby (chris shabsin):
<HEADER><TITLE>~shabby/.plan</TITLE>
<link rev=made href="mailto:shabby@mit.edu"></HEADER>
<a href="http://www.mit.edu:8001/people/shabby/plan.html">My plan (this documeent)</a> and <a href="http://www.mit.edu:8001/people/shabby/home.html">my homepage</a>
<h2>My plan:</h2>
To get Sam Beckett to leap into me and take care of the next two years.
<p>
<h2>Long term plan:</h2>
To become someone people can talk to. To become someone with strength
of character. To become someone who doesn't whine. To become someone
who knows when it's time to be serious. <p>
All of this without being someone other than me.
<h2>My geek code:</h2>
<a href="plan/plan0.html">GCS</a>
<a href="plan/plan1.html">d?</a>
<a href="plan/plan2.html">p-</a>
<a href="plan/plan3.html">c++</a>
<a href="plan/plan4.html">l-</a>
<a href="plan/plan5.html">u+</a>
<a href="plan/plan6.html">e+(*)</a>
<a href="plan/plan7.html">m++</a>
<a href="plan/plan8.html">s+/++</a>
<a href="plan/plan9.html">n+</a>
<a href="plan/plan10.html">h-</a>
<a href="plan/plan11.html">f+(*)</a>
<a href="plan/plan12.html">!g</a>
<a href="plan/plan13.html">w++</a>
<a href="plan/plan14.html">t+++@</a>
<a href="plan/plan15.html">r+@</a>
<a href="plan/plan16.html">!y</a>
<pre>
<p>
<hr><h2>And now, Bill and Ted's excellent schedule!</h2>
Mon Tue Wed Thu Fri
09-10
R=recitation
10-11 L=lecture
T=tutorial
11-12 l=lab
12-13 6.004R 6.004R
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13-14 6.041R 6.041L 6.041L
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14-15 21M302 6.004L 21M302 6.004L 21M302
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15-16 6.041T 21M302l
| | 21M302l
16-17 |
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<h2>If You Love Somebdoy Set Them Free</h2>
If you need somebody, call my name<br>
If you want someone, you can do the same<br>
If you want to keep something precious,<br>
You got to lock it up and throw away the key<br>
If you want to hold onto your possession<br>
Don't even think about me<p>
If you love somebody, set them free<p>
If it's a mirror you want, just look into my eyes<br>
Or a whipping boy, someone to despise<br>
Or a prisoner in the dark<br>
Tied up in chains you just can't see<br>
Or a beast in a gilded cage<br>
That's all some people ever want to be<p>
If you love somebody, set them free<p>
You can't control an independent heart<<br>
Can't tear the one you love apart<br>
Forever conditioned to believe we can't live<br>
We can't live here and be happy with less<br>
So many riches, so many souls<br>
Everything we see we want to possess<p>
If you need somebody, call my name<br>
If you want someone, you can do the same<br>
If you want to keep something precious,<br>
you got to lock it up and throw away the key<br>
If you want to hold onto your possession,<br>
Don't even think about me<p>
If you love somebody, set them free<p>
<a href="plan/old3.html">Lyrics for 4/1-4/4 (and on)</a><br>
<a href="plan/old4.html">Lyrics for 4/5-4/8</a>
<a href="plan/old5.html">Article for 4/28-5/3</a>
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<a href="home.html">My homepage</a>
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yckao (Andrew Kao):
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