[5925] in Central_America
New quotes for Wed Jun 21
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Central America)
Wed Jun 21 04:31:43 1995
Date: Wed, 21 Jun 1995 04:31:18 -0400
From: Central America <root@charon.MIT.EDU>
To: ca-mtg@charon.MIT.EDU
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ereich (Evan H Reich):
Sorry I'm not currently logged on
I was last spotted on Tue Jun 20 16:52:38 EDT 1995
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jcb (Jeff Bigler):
The following poem is most effective if read aloud.
Un petit d'un petit[1]
S'etonne aux Halles[2]
Un petit d'un petit
Ah! degres te fallent[3]
Indolent qui ne sort cesse[4]
Indolent qui ne se mene[5]
Qu'importe un petit d'un petit
Tout Gai de Reguennes[6]
Notes:
[1] The inevitable result of a child marriage.
[2] The subject of thi epigrammatic poem is obviously from the
provinces, since a native Parisian would take this famous old market
for granted.
[3] Since this personage bears no titles, we are led to believe that the
poet writes of one of those unfortunate idiot-children that in olden
days existed as a living skeleton in their family's closet. I am
inclined to believe, however, that this is a fine piece of
misdirection and that the poet is actually writing of some famous
political prisoner, or the illegitimate offspring of some noble
house. The Man in the Iron Mask, perhaps?
[4],[5] Another misdirection. Obviously it was not laziness that
prevented this person's going out and taking himself places.
[6] He was obviously prevented from fulfilling his destiny, since he is
compared to Gai de Reguennes. This was a young squire (to one of
his uncles, a Gaillard of Normandy) who died at the tender young age
of twelwe of a surfeit of Saracen arrows before the walls of Acre in
1191.
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rlcarr (Rich Carreiro):
From RISKS 17.19:
Date: Mon, 12 Jun 95 12:10:30 -0400
From: Chuck Weinstock <weinstock@SEI.CMU.EDU>
Subject: Re: 59-Story Crisis: The Risks of Unions
One of the risks that continues to haunt me from that article (and
apparently others as well since my mother mentioned it to me when we
discussed the article) is this:
(The people in charge of repairs to the building had installed strain gauges
connected by wire to readouts in the main office.)
One time, the readings went off the chart, then stopped. This provoked
more bafflement than fear, since it seemed unlikely that a hurricane
raging on Lexington and Fifty-third Street would go otherwise unnoticed at
Forty-sixth and Park. The cause proved to be straightforward enough: When
the instrumentation experts from California installed their strain
gauges, they had neglected to hire union electricians. `Someone heard
about it,' LeMessurier [the building designer] says, `went up there in
the middle of the night, and snipped all the wires.'
Chuck Weinstock
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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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