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daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Central America)
Fri Jan 13 03:44:45 1995
Date: Fri, 13 Jan 1995 03:44:03 -0500
From: Central America <root@charon.MIT.EDU>
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cfields (Craig Fields):
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From: bwm@netcom.com (Bruce Merritt)
Subject: Did I tell you that I told you?
Date: Thu, 12 Jan 95 4:30:02 EST
In the San Francisco Chronicle Tuesday August 30, 1994
Excerpts from Nanette Asimov's article
"Board Meets in Secret to See If It Can"
The California State Board of Education will meet in secret next week to
decide it may meet in secret. No one is saying what the meeting is about.
That, according to a school board spokesman, is a secret.
Secret meetings by public agencies are common. Secret meetings about secret
meetings, although legal, are less common. Public announcements about secret
meetings about secret meetings are required by law.
It's all explained in Government Code section 11126(q)(2)(a).
And Government Code Section 11126(q)(2)(a) is explained in "Supplemental
Agenda Notice #2", which the board mailed out this week.
"The California State Board of Education reserves the right to meet in
closed session pursuant to Government Code Section 11126(q)(2)(a) to
determine whether facts and circumstances authorize it to meet in closed
session pursuant to Government Code Section 11126(q)(2)(a)", said the
announcement.
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jhawk (John Hawkinson):
Assassins Guild: Ishmael B. Random, Lieutenant
SF Cons Arisia, 13 Fri through 15 Sun.
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Various addresses:
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New York, NY 10018
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1 1: My quasi-office. This is a good place.
2 2: Someplace I sleep; mail here is read.
3 3: My NY home address; I don't check this often.
4 4: My NY office. I check this almost never.
Quote: from: THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS, (and what Alice found there)}
Tweedledee smiled gently, and began again:
`The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright --
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done --
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"
The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying over head --
There were no birds to fly.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it WOULD be grand!"
"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year,
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.
"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."
The eldest Oyster looked at him.
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head --
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.
But four young oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat --
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.
Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more --
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing-wax --
Of cabbages -- and kings --
And why the sea is boiling hot --
And whether pigs have wings."
"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed --
Now if you're ready Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."
"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue,
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said
"Do you admire the view?
"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf --
I've had to ask you twice!"
"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"
"I weep for you," the Walrus said.
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size.
Holding his pocket handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter.
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?"
But answer came there none --
And that was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.'
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therese (Therese):
Don't pull too hard, like a kite in the wind
You'll break the string, when I reel you in
Don't take off flying all on your own
When you finally come knocking, there'll be nobody home
Nobody Home
- Heart
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To live, love and enjoy life.
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