[931] in Central_America
New quotes for Wed Sep 14
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU)
Wed Sep 14 12:37:56 1988
From: Don't reply to root! <root@ATHENA.MIT.EDU>
Date: Wed, 14 Sep 88 12:38:27 EDT
To: ca-mtg@bloom-beacon.mit.edu
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amgreene (Rhu Greene):
Still brooding on their mad infatuation --
I thank thee, love, thou comest not to me.
Far happier I, free from thy ministration,
Than dukes or duchesses who love can be.
I cannot tell what this love may be,
That comest to all, but not to me.
It cannot be kind, as they imply,
Or why do these maidens cry?
It cannot be joy, or rapture deep,
Or why do these gentle ladies weep?
It cannot be blissful, as 'tis said,
Or why are their eyes so wond'rous red?
For everywhere true love I see,
Acoming to all, but not to me.
I cannot tell what this love may be.
For I am blithe, and I am gay,
While they sit sighing night and day.
Think of the gulf twixt them and me,
Falalalala and misery.
If love is a thorn, they show no wit,
Who foolishly hug and foster it.
If love is a weed, how simple they,
Who gather it day by day.
If love is a nettle that makes you smart,
Then why do you wear it next your heart?
And if it be none of these, say I,
Ah, why do you sit and sob and sigh?
For everywhere true love I see,
Acoming to all, but not to me.
I cannot tell what this love may be.
For I am blithe, and I am gay,
While they sit sighing night and day.
Think of the gulf twixt them and me,
Falalalala and misery.
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aortiz (Alfredo Ortiz):
Hi there!!!
Yes, I made it to Junior year being 6-1. Effective September 8th,
I'm living in MacGregor C215, phone number 225-9387. If I'm not
there, try zlocating me on ATHENA.MIT.EDU or who-ing on PAL.MIT.EDU.
Then try 6.111 and 6.004 labs. If you need me immediately leave a
message with Aras Suziedelis at 225-9388 or send e-mail.
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athelas (Susan J. Landsman):
Present location: home (x5-9629)
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capsalad (Dave Schulman):
Soon I will have the most magnificent anvil collection in the world!
Present location: home (x5-9629)
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chicks (Craig P Hicks):
To Be Alive When Harvard Patents the First ChocolateMilk Cow.
The idea moo-ves me.
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ckclark (Calvin K. Clark):
Money, Power, World Domination
Author: Contemporary Topics: An Overview of Things in General
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cthorman (Chris Thorman):
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dschmidt (Dan Schmidt):
I have always thought in the back of my mind
Cheese and onions
I have always thought that the world was unkind
Cheese and onions
Do I have to spell it out?
C H E E S E A N D O N I O N S oh no
Man and machine
Keep yourself clean
Or be a has-been
Like the dinosaur
Man and device
And everything nice
You better think twice
At least once more
"Cheese and Onions" the Rutles
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eichin (Mark W. Eichin):
DEC Device Drivers --- JUST SAY NO!!!
Latest round -- if the right-most bit of any line of a cursor is set,
it will get reloaded EVERY FRAME (60x/second). This really hurts the
new code I wrote to actually load the mask as well as the foreground.
The bug: 0x8000 as a short is NOT equal to 0x8000 as an unsigned short...
The fix: one cast to (short). And a LONG FLAMING COMMENT explaining the
problem...
{Coming soon: DEC Technical Manuals --- JUST SAY NO!!! The adventure continues}
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elsj (John E Elsbree):
Becoming re-acquainted with Scheme for 6.821. It's been 4 long years since
6.001...
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henry (Henry Mensch):
I read an old book I found in a bookstore about the beauty and wonders
of Tibet. I was especially intrigued by the what I read of the
Buddhist religion. Since an opportunity arose I took a trip to see if
I could get a bit of "enlightenment".
I got there and found that things were quite unlike what I read in my
obviously out-of-date travel book. I searched all around for temples
and saffron robes but found only workers in grey caps laboring under
Chinese overseers.
In despair I sought out a famous Lama I had heard of, only to find
that he was now a Party Secretary. I asked him where the temples and
monks were. "Oh no," he said, "Things are much changed." I showed
him my book and exclaimed "But the philosophy! The search for truth
and enlightenment! It can't be gone!" He fixed me with a steely yet
compassionate gaze and said, "That was Zen. This is Mao."
<you'll find me here usually . . . .
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jik (Jonathan I. Kamens):
Going home to bear my parents until Wednesday morning.
Although I'm looking forward to my mother's cooking....
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...."
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jkung (Joseph Kung):
{From system: This user's .plan file is not world readable}
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jmh (J Michael Hammond):
Getting out of Texas as soon as possible.
Still waiting on word as to what my specific job in Omaha
will be. They're not telling.
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"Who is John Galt?" -- lots of people in "Atlas Shrugged" by Ayn Rand
and if you dont mind
I'll spend my time
here by the fireside
of the warm light of the love in her eyes...
Pink Floyd, from "Relics"
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jtkohl (John T Kohl):
Hey, is CA working these days? Fix it, Robby!
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opus (David C. Jedlinsky):
Love, unrequited, robs me of my rest:
Love, hopeless love, my ardent soul encumbers:
Love, nightmare-like, lies heavy on my chest,
And weaves itself into my midnight slumbers!
When you're lying awake with a dismal headache,
and repose is taboo'd by anxiety,
I conceive you may use any language you choose
to indulge in, without impropriety;
For your brain is on fire---the bed-clothes conspire---
of usual slumber to plunder you:
First your counterpane goes, and uncovers your toes,
and your sheet slips demurely from under you;
Then the blanketing tickles---you feel like mixed pickles---
so terribly sharp is the pricking,
And you're hot, and you're cross, and you tumble and toss
till there's nothing 'twixt you and the ticking.
Then the bedclothes all creep to the ground in a heap,
and you pick 'em all up in a tangle;
Next your pillow resigns and politely declines
to remain at its usual angle!
Well, you get some repose in the form of a doze,
with hot eyeballs and head ever aching,
But your slumbering teems with such horrible dreams
that you'd very much better be waking;
For you dream you are crossing the Channel, and tossing
about in a steamer from Harwich---
Which is something between a large bathing machine
and very small second class carriage---
And you're giving a treat (penny ice and cold meat)
to a party of friends and relations---
They're a ravenous horde---and they all came on board
at Sloane Square and South Kensington Stations.
And bound on that journey you find your attorney
(who started that morning from Devon);
He's a bit undersiz'd, and you don't feel surpris'd
when he tells you he's only eleven.
Well, you're driving like mad with this singular lad
(by-the-bye, the ship's now a four-wheeler),
And you're playing round games, and he calls you bad names
when you tell him that ``ties pay the dealer'';
But this you can't stand, so you throw up your hand,
and you find you're as cold as an icicle;
In your shirt and your socks (the black silk with gold clocks),
crossing Sal'sbury Plain on a bicycle:
And he and the crew are on bicycles too---
which they've somehow or other invested in---
And he's telling the tars all the particu-lars
of a company he's interested in---
It's a scheme of devices, to get at low prices
all goods from cough mixtures to cables
(Which tickled the sailors), by treating retailers
as though they were all vege-tables---
You get a good spadesman to plant a small tradesman
(first take off his boots with a boot-tree),
And his legs will take root, and his fingers will shoot,
and they'll blossom and bud like a fruit-tree---
From the green-grocer tree you get grapes and green pea,
cauliflower, pineapple, and cranberries,
While the pastry-cook plant cherry brandy will grant,
apple puffs, and three-corners, and Banburys---
The shares are a penny, and ever so many
are taken by Rothschild and Baring,
And just as a few are allotted to you,
you awake with a shudder despairing---
You're a regular wreck, with a crick in your neck, and no wonder you
snore, for your head's on the floor, and you've needles and pins from
your soles to your shins, and your flesh is a-creep, for your left
leg's asleep, and you've cramp in your toes, and a fly on your nose,
and some fluff in your lung, and a feverish tongue, and a thirst
that's intense, and a general sense that you haven't been sleeping in
clover;
But the darkness has pass'd, and it's daylight at last,
and the night has been long--- ditto, ditto my song---
And thank goodness they're both of them o-ver!
-Gilbert & Sullivan's
_Iolanthe_
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pfkrause (Paul F Krause):
Watson Entry:
pfkrause A Paul F. Krause
(-paul) Hacking Actors for Hewitt
Birthday 26 December 64; Work NE43-811; 253 5875
Home 253 Comm Ave (TEP); 262 5090
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phoibe (belinda):
Project Athena (ESG04.MIT.EDU:ttyv0, 10:47pm on Mon, 12 Sept 1988)
login: phoibe
Password:
Password incorrect
login: login: beloved
Password:
Principal unknown (kerberos)
login: phoibe
Password:
ls
Starting window manager: [1] 16863
[2] 16868
[3] 16869
[4] 16870
[5] 16871
[6] 16873
[6] Done ( xhost eddie; xterm -r -n "eddie" -e rlogin -r eddi
e -r -l belinda )
[5] Done ( xhost amt; xterm -r -n "amt" -e rlogin -r amt -r -
l belinda )
*&^%>>> logout
There is pleasure sure in being mad,
Which none but madmen know;
But guard ye well, your sanity
Lest along that path you go.
'Tis not a pleasure 'til you're there
'Mid chilling dark, your soul stripped bare;
Alone adrift with visions strange
The morbid world of one deranged
May be a nice place to live- now, is it?
I don't think I'd want to visit.
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probe (Richard Basch):
"This is ATHENA. Good ideas and third party suggestions
are not accepted at this number."
- Anonymous
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shanzer (Michael S. Shanzer):
``Unix-to-Unix Copy Program, You may never see a more
wretched hive of bugs and flamers. ''
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smamros (Shawn Mamros):
Fall term locations:
Weekdays: Digital Equipment Corporation, Marlborough, MA
(508)490-8231
E-mail to: mamros%wmbr.dec@decwrl.dec.com
(Yes, my own workstation... how did you guess? ;-)
Weeknights and weekends: WMBR, 50-030, x3-4000
The few times I get some sleep: Ashdown House, room 401B, 225-9751
"You can't fight in here! This is the War Room!"
-- from @u[Dr. Strangelove]
(no, I don't know how to use Latex yet...)
Remember: Athena is still considered an experiment. I guess that makes us the
guinea pigs...
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thegoodf (Fleur N. Gooden):
MANY WOULD CHANGE THE WORLD BEFORE CHANGING THEMSELVES.
I guess I am here to change myself and then others.
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tophe (Christopher M. Hoadley):
{From system: This user's .plan file is not world readable}
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tytso (Theodore Y. Ts'o):
Now the term begins,
Professors preparing red-hot pins....
Gee, the new term is going to be a blast....
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setenv TEDPATH x3-7788:x3-7787:x3-4261:x5-6361:x3-5009
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vanharen (Christopher J VanHaren):
I'm gonna get all the left shoes in Mouseville!
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