[5792] in Central_America
New quotes for Sat Feb 18
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Central America)
Sat Feb 18 03:40:43 1995
Date: Sat, 18 Feb 1995 03:40:01 -0500
From: Central America <root@charon.MIT.EDU>
To: ca-mtg@charon.MIT.EDU
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huricane (Pierced Nipples):
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jbirineo (Joseph B Irineo):
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jhawk (John Hawkinson):
17-19 Feb 1995: Boskone, Framingham, MA
Post-Boskone: SIEGE: Duke Astin Telvor
Pager: +1 617 644 1251 (numeric) or +1 800 225 0256,
pin 1141215 (alpha)
I am also: jhawk@panix.com (jhawk@mit.edu)
Various addresses:
John Hawkinson
SIPB W20-557
84 Mass Ave John Hawkinson
Cambridge, MA 02139 4 Ames Street
+1 617 253 7788 Cambridge, MA 02142-1364 John Hawkinson
+1 617 225 6627 1200 Warburton Ave, #57
John Hawkinson Yonkers, NY 10701-1057
15 West 18th Street +1 914 969 1124
New York, NY 10018
+1 212 741 4400
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.
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jhawk.root (John Hawkinson):
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martha (Martha F Montague):
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mikegeer (Michael A Geer):
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samcmurr (Scott A Mcmurry):
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sgw (stephen g. wadlow):
The Turtle and his Son
One day, it became acceptable to steal a lettuce. No one knew quite how, or
why, but there it was. It was never even entirely clear under what
circumstances it was acceptable, merely that one day you'd be dragged off
to the stocks, and the next your neighor'd look over the fence and say "That's
an awfully nice lettuce you pinched off of Farmer Brown," and that was the
end of it. Suddenly, private property had no meaning, at least whereas
produce was concerned. And this was hailed neither as a good thing nor an
evil thing, but was rather neglected almost entirely. Except for the
rabbits (who'd been most used to pinching lettuces themselves, and didn't
entirely hold with competition from upstart humans), no one particularly cared.
Of course, it had generally been held all along that once lettuces went,
carrots and cucumbers, and even the occasional turnip or beet, were not
far behind. It really was a slippery slope, there in the little village in
the south of England. And it wouldn't have been so bad, really, if it had
only been in that little village, in that part of the south of England, but
it was quite widespread. Even the grocers in towns, who had never been known
for their lenience toward petty pilfering, were suddenly wont to become
concerned not so much that a gang of boys had made off with all of this weeks
pears, but more that they usually upset the carts when they did so. I mean,
produce you could get anywhere, but a good cart was so much less shiny once
it had taken a tumble or two on the cobbled streets of the village. And in
the cities, there would have been a positive run if people had noticed it all
at once, but they didn't. They just accepted that if you wanted a lettuce
or pickle for breakfast, you stopped in a shop and took it, and that was
that. People just accepted it, the way they accept to snow and the rain,
or the changing of the seasons. Perhaps a little grumbling now and then,
or putting on a pair of galoshes on one's way out the door, but they really
paid it no mind at all.
It was just that once day it became acceptable to steal a lettuce. And that,
my son, is how civilization fell.
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srikar (Eit!):
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To fart in everybody's general direction||Working at KLA Instruments in CA
Greet each day with a barbaric YAWP! ||Home: 600 Park View Dr. #206
Burn Penguins.... || Santa Clara, CA 95054
Go all the way to 11. || H:(408) 654-9233
Thuffer Thuccotash. || O: (408) 456-6018
Spontaneously combust. || Fax: (408) 383-3151
Do yo mama || Page: (408) 865-4699
Spank the monkey || srikar@shrieks.com / best.com
Funk Dat! || s_srinat@kla.com
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URL: http://www.best.com/~srikar/shrieks.html
http://www.mit.edu:8001/people/srikar/shrieks.html
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therese (Therese):
A waking world of innocence
So grave those first born cries
When life beings with needles and pins
It ends with swords and knives
... God save those born to die
-- Tears for Fears
The Seeds of Love
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yandros (Chad Phillip Brown):
Hmm. I should start putting stuff in my .plan file again.
--
Deteriorata
Go placidly amid the noise and waste,
And remember what comfort there may be in owning a piece thereof.
Avoid quiet and passive persons unless you are in need of sleep.
Rotate your tires.
Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself,
And heed well their advice, even though they be turkeys.
Know what to kiss and when.
Consider that two wrongs never make a right,
But that three lefts do.
Wherever possible put people on "HOLD".
Be comforted that in the face of all aridity and disillusionment,
And despite the changing fortunes of time,
There is always a big future in computer maintenance.
Remember the Pueblo.
Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle and mutilate.
Know yourself. If you need help, call the FBI.
Exercise caution in your daily affairs,
Especially with those persons closest to you;
That lemon on your left for instance.
Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls,
Would scarcely get your feet wet.
Fall not in love therefore; it will stick to your face.
Carefully surrender the things of youth: birds, clean air, tuna, Taiwan,
And let not the sands of time get in your lunch.
For a good time, call 606-4311.
Take heart amid the deepening gloom that your dog
Is finally getting enough cheese;
And reflect that whatever fortunes may be your lot,
It could only be worse in Sioux City.
You are a fluke of the Universe.
You have no right to be here, and whether you can hear it or not,
The Universe is laughing behind your back.
Therefore make peace with your God whatever you conceive him to be,
Hairy Thunderer or Cosmic Muffin.
With all its hopes, dreams, promises, and urban renewal,
The world continues to deteriorate.
Give up.
(from the National Lampoon Radio Dinner album)
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