[5473] in Central_America
New quotes for Tue Jun 7
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Central America)
Tue Jun 7 03:04:44 1994
Date: Tue, 7 Jun 1994 03:03:48 -0400
From: Central America <root@charon.MIT.EDU>
To: ca-mtg@charon.MIT.EDU
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emoy (Eva Moy):
{from system: This user's .plan file is not world-readable}
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harrison (Heather A Harrison):
Staying sane
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hss (Hany Saleeb):
If not logged in, I was geeking until: Mon Jun 6 21:18:19 EDT 1994 GO KNICKS! GO KNICKS! GO KNICKS!
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)_) )___) )) Try not to become a man of success
)___) )____))_) but a man of value.
_ )____)_____))__)\ -Albert Einstein
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^^^^^^^\ oo oo oo oo /~~^^^^^^^
~^^^^ ~~~~^^~~~~^^~~^^~~~~~ You may not be anyone to the world,
~~~~^^ ~^^~ ~^~ ~^ ~^ but for someone, you are the world.
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jhroh (Jae Hun Roh):
I've moved again.
For the summer:
at the Media Lab:
E15-484a
617/253-2143, or 253-0621
fax: 617/258-6264
in Porter Square:
20 Hubbard St, #7
Cambridge, MA
617/497-0867
This fall:
1039 Mass Ave., 7A
Cambridge, MA 02138
617/491-7226
and as always
email: jhroh@mit.edu
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rjbarbal (Richard J. Barbalace):
<em>Greetings, ye merry ones!</em><p>
This is an HTML document. If you don't know what this means,
then do ``<tt>add sipb; Mosaic</tt>'' to learn more. If you
are not reading this from an HTML client, just ignore everything
in the angle brackets.<p>
Check out my new <b>massively pumped</b>
<a href="http://www.mit.edu:8001
/afs/athena/user/r/j/rjbarbal/WWW/HyperText/home-page.html">
home page</a>!
<p>
<hr>
<h2>Peanuts</h2>
<h3>by Charles M. Schulz</h3>
``Yesterday I felt fine. Today I'm all depressed...''
<p>
``Don't worry about it, Charlie Brown...
You're probably just unstable...
You're probably just unstable and a little inconsistent...
You're probably just unstable, a little inconsistent and sort of eratic...
You're probably just unstable, a little inconsistent, sort of eratic and...''
<p>
``Good grief!''
<p>
<hr>
``Men are like tea - the real strength and goodness are not properly
drawn until they have been in hot water.''
- Lillie Hitchcock Coit (1843-1929)
<hr>
``Just presume I'm a paradox in an anomaly, and get on with your tea.''
- from <em>Doctor Who</em>
<hr>
<h2>IF</h2>
<h3>by Rudyard Kipling</h3>
<pre>
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ``Hold on!''
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!
</pre>
<p>
<hr>
<h2>Psalm 66</h2>
<pre>
Psalm 66
Make a joyful noise unto God, all ye lands:
Sing forth the honour of his name: make his praise glorious.
Say unto God, How terrible art thou in thy works! through the greatness
of thy power shall thine enemies submit themselves unto thee.
All the earth shall worship thee, and shall sing unto thee; they
shall sing to thy name. Selah.
Come and see the works of God: he is terrible in his doing toward the
children of men.
He turned the sea into dry land: they went through the flood on foot:
there did we rejoice in him.
He ruleth by his power for ever; his eyes behold the nations: let not
the rebellious exalt themselves. Selah.
O bless our God, ye people, and make the voice of his praise to be heard:
Which holdeth our soul in life, and suffereth not our feet to be moved.
For thou, O God, hast proved us: thou hast tried us, as silver is tried.
Thou broughtest us into the net; thou laidst affliction upon our loins.
Thou hast caused men to ride over our heads; we went through fire
and through water: but thou broughtest us out into a wealthy place.
I will go into thy house with burnt offerings: I will pay thee my vows,
Which my lips have uttered, and my mouth hath spoken, when I was in
trouble.
I will offer unto thee burnt sacrifices of fatlings, with the
incense of rams; I will offer bullocks with goats. Selah.
Come and hear, all ye that fear God, and I will declare what he hath
done for my soul.
I cried unto him with my mouth, and he was extolled with my tongue.
If I regard iniquity in my heart, the Lord will not hear me:
But verily God hath heard me; he hath attended to the voice of my prayer.
Blessed be God, which hath not turned away my prayer, nor his mercy from me.
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<p>
<hr>
<h2>``Over and Over Again''</h2>
<h3>by the Smithereens</h3>
<pre>
Do you recall the day I first came your way
And I had to know you
When you stepped in the way
And I smiled at you
Though I never meant to?
Hadn't thought about it
For a long, long time
But still she's here inside me
Never off my mind.
I try to hide it from you, but you know
And I hear it over and over again.
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<p>
<hr>
Would you like to keep your Zephyr conversations private?
To learn how to use
<a href="http://www.mit.edu:8001
/afs/sipb.mit.edu/project/pgp/zephyr/README">
Zephyr PGP</a>, do
``<tt>add pgpdev; more /mit/pgp/zephyr/README</tt>''<p>
Here's my Zephyr PGP public key:
<pre>
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<address>
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<a href="rjbarbal.html">rjbarbal@mit.edu</a>
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sethg (Seth A Gordon):
"Napoleon's conversational style was almost completely predictable.
Having asked his guest's name, he would usually go on with 'What part
of France do you come from?' and 'How old are you?' Aware of this,
the deaf Duchess de Brissac rehearsed appropriate responses. On
hearing her name, however, Napoleon for once realized who she was and
dispensed with his usual second and third questions. Remembering that
her brother-in-law, the Duc de Brissac, has been killed as commander of
Louis XVI's guard at Versailles in 1792, he asked whether she and her
husband had inherited the estate. 'Seine et Oise, sire,' replied
the duchess. Slightly surprised, Napoleon pressed on with 'Have you
any children?' The duchess smiled brightly. 'Fifty-two, sire,'
she said."
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shabby (chris shabsin):
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<a href="http://www.mit.edu:8001/people/shabby/plan.html">My plan (this document)</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>
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<h2>Thoughts... by Me</h2>
I wrote some poetry the other day...<p>
<h3>The Eye</h3>
The wall of the storm whirls before my eyes, fascinating me... I hear
the yells of those within it and can't seperate the sounds of joy from
the screams of pain of those within its influence. I automatically
reach out for it, and as my hand enters the wind, it is caught, and I
feel a crunch as my wrist breaks. So I stand here, knowing that
inevitably I will throw my whole body in, and I will either fly or
fall.
<hr>
I wrote some poetry in eighth grade... (Assignment: simile)<p>
<h3>A bent mirror</h3>
I am like a bent mirror.<p>
I try to reflect my surroundings, but they<br>
come out distorted.<p>
I am thrown out, discarded<br>
because I cannot simulate the "in crowd"<br>
successfully.<p>
I am like a bent mirror.<p>
<h3>Fool's Gold</h3>
Fools' gold is a mineral<br>
that looks like<br>
gold.<p>
Fools think that just because<br>
it looks like<br>
gold,<br>
it is<br>
gold.<p>
But it is not worth its weight in<br>
gold.<br>
It looks shiny, like<br>
gold.<br>
and its beauty is that of<br>
gold,<br>
but it is not<br>
gold,<br>
as anyone but a fool knows...<p>
But if only fools believe in Fools' gold,<br>
why do I have a piece of it on my desk?<p>
<a href="plan/old3.html">Lyrics for 4/1-4/4</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>
<a href="plan/old6.html">Lyrics for 5/3-6/6</a>
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<a href="home.html">My homepage</a>
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yandros (Chad Phillip Brown):
Hmm. What am I doing? Good question.
I'm working on The Judge, this network server thing for DCNS. I've
slipped past my deadline for delivery; getting SEGV's in malloc()
and spurious fopen() failures. Soon, though. Very soon.
I'm going to be doing bugfixes (probably with special attention to
OLC) this summer, also for DCNS. (Goal: the end of `No such
question' in our lifetimes.) (Secondary goal: figure out how to set
and meet deadlines. Need more practice, still. :-/)
I'm working on a couple projects with the company a friend and I
formed; VaporWare Associates. I'm going to do at least one of them
this summer. (yeah, shipping working code is against company
policy, but I can elect myself for whatever office I want, so I can
suspend that policy when the time comes.)
I'm going to be working on some cool stuff that I think should be
out there in people's hands. More later, hopefully.
SIPB: I've spent about a month on temporary retirement. What does
that mean? I've recieved very little SIPB mail (roughly an order of
magnitude less mail a day), I don't deal with any
bugs/problems/emergencies that I didn't feel like fixing, I make
`informed suggestions' rather than blanket statements, and I spend
less time in the office. I think I'll unretitre now, though. What
does that mean? I'll start wearing my Sigma Pi Beta shirt again.
The rest, well, we'll see.
Patrol: We Use Nuclear Weapons!!! (if you don't understand that,
don't worry.) (Hmm. On second thought, go ahead and worry.)
Ultimate, or as I've been saying it ``Fwiday Fwizzbee Fun'', every
week in Killian Court from ~5:30pm until it's too dark or we're too
tired or both. Last week's game was about 2.5 hours (Yay!) Should
start playing on another day, too (like after the SIPB meeting on
Monday nights and one other day; mail me with suggestions)
AAC. A local brand of `get out and do stuff' group. Look for more
clutter in your mailbox about this.
Reading: I started reading again. Some good stuff, some junk
Sci-Fi, some better stuff to come. But no book reports. :-)
Television. I live somewhere with a TV now. It's sorta scary how
persistent the TV reflexes are. On the other hand, I recently spent
a while thinking through the mappings between prime-time TV and
Athena. Less well packaged, more interactive, but basically the
same idea.
I've been writing down some of my poetry lately, to keep from losing
it. (If I don't record it somewhere outside of `me' then I forget
it, almost always). I've always done it; little bits of rhyme or
verse or speed-flow, and usually it helps me to think about how I
think and feel, and usually it sounds really `trite', to borrow a
word, afterwards. That's why you probably won't see it. Sorry.
It's kinda depressing anyway. (Hey, I like Sylvia Plath; what can I
say?)
I've been thinking a lot, too (thus the poetry). Sitting and
thinking and walking around staring down; trusting my feet and my
nervous system to take me somewhere while I put my mind to other
things. Slow walks in the rain. Standing barefoot, in the wind.
Listening to life around me and change around me, remembering what
it's like to use senses other than vision for everything. Staring
into the sun (yeah, I think they tell you not to do that. I
remember clearly doing it when I was 4 years old, and I haven't
stopped since).
Trying to get my Leave of Absence paperwork done. Yeah, I was on
leave from about spring break until the end of the term (but not
including the summer). Hopefully, the paperwork will eventually
reflect that, instead of the 3 F's and one blank currently on my
grade report. Yay, paperwork.
Where are you, anyway?
It was mentioned by some people I know that no one knows where I
live now. I'm living at Random Hall over the summer. There, now
you know.
Why am I living at Random? Well, it's Jessie's fault; specifically,
her home page. Ask her to explain it to you (she can't, but ask her
anyway.)
Also, I've been known to spend a lot of time on-line for the past
little while (4 years or so). I've been spending a lot of time
outside, too, lately. I don't really miss Oklahoma, but I miss
living near forested mountains, and next to *real* lakes (I've seen
what they call lakes up here. Feh.) and beaches (I've been to a
popolar beach spot on Martha's Vineyard a couple times. The most
enjoyable part of swimming at the beach there was avoiding the
floating slime-things. Sheesh.). Much as I disliked the idea of
being a `farmer', I must say there are a lot of reasons to prefer
raising livestock (which I've done) to instance cow.
What's this `rain' thing?
Rain is an analogy to me, of course. It's a bit too complicated to
explain, and it's a bit embarassing to try, so I probably won't.
Rain doesn't explain itself; rain just is and happens and falls and
goes away and gathers up and climbs back into the sky to fall again,
and then it's rain again; it just is. See?
And the `Fool' thing?
Isn't that obvious?
And just where do you think you're going, young man?
I dunno. Been thinking about that a lot. I'm not sure what I want
to do `in life' or `for a living' or `in the future' or
`eventually'. Also not sure what I want to do *right* *now*, which
makes life more interesting. :-) Thinking of school, thinking of
school here (at MIT) and school in Oklahoma (where the education
isn't top-dollar but neither is the tuition), thinking of school in
other places. Thinking of Grad. School (yes, even with my GPA.
Wait, do I have a GPA?). Maybe Germany, or Australia. Maybe MIT
:-) Maybe not; maybe get a job and get a hold on things and get some
of them to let go their hold on me. Quoth Phil: ``Too many things
causing too many problems and not enough Love to go
'round... ... yes we live in the land of confusion..'' Maybe I'll
stay; I like it here, except when I don't. Maybe I'll not stay;
Maybe I'll take up WanderLust or WunderHar or WonderBra or whatever
the word is. I dunno.
--
(from comp.infosystems.www)
...
Who's gonna program it? I dunno. I'm just an engineer. To me, C is
just something my dad kicked my ass for getting in high school.
...
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LOST
Puppy, about 6'3", brownish-blonde hair, green eyes.
Answers to name `Fool'.
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<a href="http://www.mit.edu:8001/people/yandros/home.html">chad</a>
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