Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!pt.cs.cmu.edu!andrew.cmu.edu!haste+ From: haste+@andrew.cmu.edu (Dani Zweig) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: A Little Request Message-ID: Date: 9 Feb 90 01:21:54 GMT References: <7810@pt.cs.cmu.edu> <467@sixhub.UUCP>, <7053@sdcc6.ucsd.edu> Organization: Graduate School of Industrial Administration, Carnegie Mellon, Pittsburgh, PA Lines: 10 In-Reply-To: <7053@sdcc6.ucsd.edu> secbh1@sdbio2.ucsd.edu (Lori Stahlman): >Bagpipes are my bag. They're very loud, but the chanter... But I *like* entire bagpipes! --Dani "The problem with this piece [Sinfonia Concertante], a problem for which Bach found no solution, is one of balance. The bagpipe is...while the lute is so quiet that if there's another instrument in the *room* with it..." Path: mit-eddie!mintaka!think!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!usc!oxy!mortisia From: mortisia@oxy.edu (Lynn Alyn Tanner) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Betsy Bo, Her Book, and the Bourgeousie Babe Message-ID: <75375@tiger.oxy.edu> Date: 7 Feb 90 00:07:11 GMT Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 Lines: 24 Mortisia, gazed over her cappuccino mug, Dunhill's smoke curling up from the ashtray at her right elbow. " `Filk' is a musical genre, based on the folk song. It pokes fun at, mocks, or generally parodies either the original lyrics of a song, or uses a tune with different, more comical lyrics." She paused to take a drag from her cigarette, and then continued, " I myself am currently working on a filk, called Total Nuclear Destruction, to the tune of Misty. It goes, if you will indulge me. . . She began in a low sultry tone of voice, fitting for the tune, but the lyrics were of quite a different aspect, "Whoa is me, They have devastated every last country, And I'm floating on a sky high mushroom cloud, Of sub-atomic bits, Going in and out of radioactive fits. . ." "I haven't finished the rest, but I will some day. . .Maybe." She nodded ot Betsy Bo, and turned back to the mirrorless wall, behind the bar. She turned, fished a dollar bill out of her tiny black purse, and put it in the cigar box, at the end of the bar. "Sweetheart,"she spoke to Callahan, " could you Bless me again, with some of that wonderful coffee of yours." "Oh, and here are my keys." mortisia@oxy.edu All is, and that is all. Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!usc!brutus.cs.uiuc.edu!samsung!cs.utexas.edu!mailrus!bbn!granite!mwolf From: mwolf@granite.cr.bull.com (Mary-Anne Wolf) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Hello, hello? Summary: a restaurant that wasn't there Message-ID: <1990Feb9.140251.9631@granite.cr.bull.com> Date: 9 Feb 90 14:02:51 GMT References: <9002070935.AA02197@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM> Reply-To: mwolf@granite.cr.bull.com (Mary-Anne Wolf) Organization: Bull HN Information Systems Inc. Lines: 29 I wanted to go to the Boston area get-together. I got out of work, and I'd left the lights of my car on. Fortunately, I do this often enough that I carry jumper-cables. A kind person started me. Home was a short local ride away, so I had to drive around a bit to make sure the battery was charged and not get too far from home in case it died again. This made me late. My fault. I went home, changed, drove into Boston. The person on the phone from the restaurant had said to go over the Charles river and take the first right, and that the place was at the intersection of Mass Ave. and Beacon. Now, Beacon is NOT the first right after you get over the river. I did GET to Beacon and Mass Ave, 45 minutes late, but there was nothing I could find in the area that looked like Crossroads. There are various possibilities. 1. The restaurant has changed its name. 2. The person on the phone who gave directions was wrong about being on Beacon Street and Mass Ave. 3. It was at Beacon St. and Mass Ave. but I didn't see it. Apologies if people waited for me. I did TRY to get there. Please, where IS Crossroads actually. (post for the benefit of attenders of future gatherings) -- Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!usc!apple!apple.com!zardoz From: zardoz@apple.com (The One Eyed Man) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Love Message-ID: <6601@internal.Apple.COM> Date: 9 Feb 90 17:24:37 GMT References: <3073@pur-phy> Sender: usenet@Apple.COM Organization: Apple Computer, Inc. Lines: 34 In article <3073@pur-phy> sterling@maxwell.physics.purdue.edu (Bruce S. Woodcock) writes: > The paladin gets up and adresses the room. He seems quite serious. > > "I am currently working on a book about life: what it is, what it > involves, and how I think it should be lived. Callahans frequently > adresses the topic of love, and this is the most interesting section of > my book. Based on my experience as well as what SHOULD be right if there > is to be justice, I have formulated the following rules/guidelines for > love: > > 1. True Love lasts forever. "Well," the One Eyed Man says, "in another 10^130 years or so, it will all be photons anyway. Nothing, unfortunately lasts forever. But if I had to vote on it, True Love would come in a close second to chocolate, I am sure." > 2. It is possible for more than one person to love the same person. > 3. It is possible for someone to love more than one person. > 4. It is possible to love someone who does not love you. "Far be it from me to espouse some kind of xtian doctrine," he continues, "but it seems to me that there was one or two of them some time back (about 2000 years or so, maybe) who say 2,3, and 4 much more succinctly. Something like 'love your neighbor', I think." ************************************* * When you do it to me, it's discrimination * When I do it to you, it's AA ************************************* -- These are my ideas. Oy vey, are they mine. -- zardoz Path: mit-eddie!bloom-beacon!bu.edu!bu-cs!bu-pub.bu.edu!ckd From: ckd@bu-pub.bu.edu (Christopher Davis) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Hello, hello? Message-ID: Date: 9 Feb 90 18:31:12 GMT References: <9002070935.AA02197@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM> <1990Feb9.140251.9631@granite.cr.bull.com> Sender: news@bu.edu.bu.edu Reply-To: ckd@bu-pub.bu.edu (Christopher Davis) Organization: Boston University School of Management Lines: 30 In-reply-to: mwolf@granite.cr.bull.com's message of 9 Feb 90 14:02:51 GMT > I went home, changed, drove into Boston. The person on the phone from > the restaurant had said to go over the Charles river and take the > first right, and that the place was at the intersection of Mass Ave. > and Beacon. Now, Beacon is NOT the first right after you get over the > river. I did GET to Beacon and Mass Ave, 45 minutes late, but there > was nothing I could find in the area that looked like Crossroads. > There are various possibilities. > 1. The restaurant has changed its name. > 2. The person on the phone who gave directions was wrong about being > on Beacon Street and Mass Ave. > 3. It was at Beacon St. and Mass Ave. but I didn't see it. > Please, where IS Crossroads actually. > (post for the benefit of attenders of future gatherings) It's really on the corner of Beacon and Mass Ave. If you're coming across from Cambridge, it's on Beacon just to the right of Mass Ave, on the far side relative to the river. It's about the second door down from Mass Ave. The address is something like 503 Beacon (definitely in that range). --ckd -- [ Christopher Davis, BU SMG '90 ] "...and don't forget the mutant newts." --Lois McMaster Bujold Path: mit-eddie!bu.edu!bu-cs!mirror!necntc!ima!haddock!karl From: karl@haddock.ima.isc.com (Karl Heuer) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Boston Callahans I (23-Jan-1990) report Message-ID: <15912@haddock.ima.isc.com> Date: 9 Feb 90 05:45:27 GMT Reply-To: karl@haddock.ima.isc.com (Karl Heuer) Distribution: alt Organization: Interactive Systems, Cambridge, MA 02138-5302 Lines: 44 We never got around to producing a full report on our first Boston meeting, did we? Here's the beginning and ending; if any of the other participants wants to fill in the middle, please do so. We'd agreed to meet at Crossroads at 8pm on 23-Jan-1990. Though I don't drink alcohol, it had occurred to me that I might get carded at the door (it's nice that I can still be mistaken for a student). So I arrived with a hot-off-the- presses Massachusetts ID card that cost me $15 and somewhat over an hour of time spent in the queue. There's another story there, but it's not the one I'm here to tell. I arrived at Crossroads a few minutes before 8; Greg arrived simultaneously. Justin was standing outside waiting to snag people. I parked my bike and we each introduced ourselves. We continued to wait outside; after 20 minutes or so, we had a group of eight (not counting Willy, who was riding in my shirt pocket). "Are we going to go inside, or what?" The vote was to go to Eliz' place instead. To catch any stragglers, we left a note by the door ("Mike Callahan: call Jake or Fast Eddie at [phone]"), made a large paper arrow pointing to the note, and set off by foot in the direction of the appropriate subway stop. ... The party broke up shortly after midnight. After being pointed in the direction of the subway ("There, where that train just went past"), we stood at the stop for about half an hour before we decided that the one we'd just missed was the last inbound train of the night. So we flagged a taxi. There were five of us at this point that were headed in approximately the same direction; we all managed to squeeze into one cab. Before we even got started, the local police stopped our driver and informed him that he was outside of Brookline, and not supposed to be taking passengers here. He escaped with a warning. A bit further on, our driver came to an intersection labeled "NO LEFT TURN" on both sides and on the pavement, and--apparently deciding that the absence of a big flashing neon sign that said "NO, YOU MAY NOT TURN LEFT HERE, REALLY YOU CAN'T" was significant--made a left turn. So did the police car behind us. This one apparently took a little longer to bribe, but at least the driver had the courtesy to reset the meter after he got back. I got off at Crossroads again, since that's where I'd left my bicycle. The arrow was lying on the ground, soaked. I couldn't find the note itself. Karl Path: mit-eddie!bu.edu!bu-cs!mirror!necntc!ima!haddock!karl From: karl@haddock.ima.isc.com (Karl Heuer) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Boston Callahans II (08-Feb-1990) report Message-ID: <15913@haddock.ima.isc.com> Date: 9 Feb 90 06:50:15 GMT Reply-To: karl@haddock.ima.isc.com (Karl Heuer) Distribution: alt Organization: Interactive Systems, Cambridge, MA 02138-5302 Lines: 64 Karl arrives, again by bicycle, at the Crossroads Inn for the second Boston gathering of Callahanians in the flesh. He looks at his watch. Just 7pm; right on time. It takes him a few more minutes to park his bike and stow his helmet. There's nobody waiting outside this time, so he goes on in and tries to identify the group. Not seeing anybody he recognizes, he waits outside for a few minutes. Gilly shows up with her roommate Shannon, and the three take another look around. Gilly evidently has better facial-recognition software; she spies Chris sitting with two other less familiar faces, who identify themselves as Scott (the instigator of this particular gathering) and Ken. Various foodstuffs are ordered, and conversations ensues. In lieu of Fast Eddie, Scott throws some money into the jukebox. Tom ("Hoppy") and Dave arrive a bit later, but can't stay long. As Tom leaves, Karl pulls out a Canasta deck and takes a quick survey. Seven people; that doesn't really divide well for Canasta. Besides, there are two of us who are at least vaguely acquainted with the rules, and five who are not. Better to select a game where only one person knows the rules, to avoid any disputes, eh? He puts away the Canasta deck and pulls out a single deck with jokers. "Anybody else know how to play Smear?" (Thanks for the inspiration, Zach.) "Smear," he says as he starts dealing the cards, "is actually better with five or seven players than with six, despite being a partnership game." (At least, this is true of ten-point Race-Horse Smear, which is the kind I prefer to play.) He explains the rules, and they agree to play a couple of practice hands to get the hang of it. During the practice session, Dave has to leave, but Greg arrives and takes his place, quickly warming up to the rules. The money left on the table by the two recent departures draws the attention of the waitress, and we spend a few minutes convincing her that we are not gambling. Greg puts more money into the jukebox. After two hands, Gilly and Shannon have to leave. The game makes a smooth transition from seven-handed to five-handed. (Somewhere in here, Scott and Karl order a large Jen-Jen to split. Fewer people than anticipated join in the dessert pig-out, but it manages to get consumed.) The game continues for another four hands, at which point Greg has to leave. Four-handed Smear uses drastically different rules, and would have to be described from scratch; if we're going to continue playing cards, we might just as well select a new game to play. (There's no shortage of four-handed card games.) After some discussion, it is decided that it's time to quit for the night. We settle up the bill and leave, making a few more selections on the jukebox as we exit. --Karl Ken Chris Scott Gilly Shannon Greg Karl -8 6 6 6 6 -8 6 3 7 3 3 3 7 3 -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -5 13 9 9 9 -1 9 1 9 1 9 1 -- -- -- -- -- -4 22 10 8 10 10 0 0 0 10 -- -- -- -- -- 6 22 10 8 20 0 0 0 10 10 -- -- -- -- -- 6 22 10 18 30 3 7 3 3 7 -- -- -- -- -- 9 29 13 21 37 Path: mit-eddie!wuarchive!psuvax1!xavier!swatsun!quislet From: quislet@cs.swarthmore.edu (Alex) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Hmmm? What? Message-ID: <40TDNCK@cs.swarthmore.edu> Date: 10 Feb 90 01:58:39 GMT Organization: Crum Woods Lines: 21 The young gent with the wry grin with the flute looks up as if startled out of a bemused state, and says to the general populace, "Hmm? What? Did someone say something to me? Funny, could'a sworn I heard something..." (Translation: I've been getting flaky error messages from my mail utility, and I think someone is trying to reach me and can't get through. Do not use the Quislet address to send mail; try one of the two listed below. Thanks!) He quaffs the last of his chocolate milkshake, and hauls himself to his feet. He approaches the line cautiously, pawing the ground with one foot as if he was stepping onto a fencing strip. He regards the mantel thoughtfully, then shrugs and says, "To everyone who's ever helped anyone else make it through; to the people who give - too many to list, thank God." He pitches the cup dead into the center of the fireplace, and is greeted with a resounding that causes the curious to stare. He sheepishly returns to his seat, muttering "Damn metal tankard..." --Alex __________________________________________________________________________ Bitnet: sawx90@swarthmr Internet: sawx90@campus.swarthmore.edu -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!rpi!clotho!flynn From: flynn@clotho.acm.rpi.edu (Kevin Lincoln Flynn) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: A Little Dream Message-ID: <-B7-~*@rpi.edu> Date: 10 Feb 90 06:13:21 GMT References: <7810@pt.cs.cmu.edu> <90033.165450EMD101@PSUVM.BITNET> Reply-To: flynn%acm@rpi.edu (Kevin Lincoln Flynn) Organization: The Voice of Fate Lines: 25 The door swings open. " Just couldn't resist..." comes Flynn's voice as he struggles through the door with a long case under one arm, a short little one under the other, and a gig bag slung over his back... from the gig bag slides a French horn, from the smaller case a small Casio keyboard, and last but not least (as far as size goes, that is) a Fender jazz bass. He looks at this collection, and almost ruefully sets the bass aside and picks up the horn. "I think, in this case, I'll swap the one I'm having the most fun learning for the one I've played for years already." He smiles, and looks at the girl with blue socks. "I don't play Canasta yet, Octave, but I would like to join your virtual n-tet. And physics over pizza is fine maybe it'll help me with Lumps." He starts to warm up. It's clear he's not played in quite some time, but also that he played for many years before that. The song is old and quiet, but friendly. Kevin Lincoln Flynn flynn@acm.rpi.edu, userfwvl@mts.rpi.edu 113 9th Street H (518) 272-0048 W (518) 447-8561 Troy, NY 12180 ...Argue for your limitations, and sure enough they're yours. Path: mit-eddie!mintaka!yale!cs.utexas.edu!samsung!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!rpi!clotho!flynn From: flynn@clotho.acm.rpi.edu (Kevin Lincoln Flynn) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: A Little Dream Message-ID: <-F7HS*@rpi.edu> Date: 10 Feb 90 08:43:34 GMT References: <7810@pt.cs.cmu.edu> <90033.165450EMD101@PSUVM.BITNET> <-B7-~*@rpi.edu> Reply-To: flynn@clotho.acm.rpi.edu (Kevin Lincoln Flynn) Organization: The Voice of Fate Lines: 7 Ack! I beg forgiveness, Oktave, for my misspelling of your name.... Kevin Lincoln Flynn flynn@acm.rpi.edu, userfwvl@mts.rpi.edu 113 9th Street H (518) 272-0048 W (518) 447-8561 Troy, NY 12180 ...Argue for your limitations, and sure enough they're yours.