Newsgroups: alt.callahans Path: mit-eddie!mintaka!chaos.cs.brandeis.edu!adam From: adam@chaos.cs.brandeis.edu (David C. Kaplowitz) Subject: Re: boskone (a rather odd story...) In-Reply-To: fasteddy@dftnic.gsfc.nasa.gov's message of 14 Feb 90 05:05:53 GMT Message-ID: <1990Feb14.144245.7620@chaos.cs.brandeis.edu> Organization: Brandeis University Computer Science Dept References: <882@dftsrv.gsfc.nasa.gov> Date: Wed, 14 Feb 90 14:42:45 GMT For those who were there, it was a travesty. I was one of the people who were involved with the group who allegedly had going orgies (really, damn, I missed them) and were the ones setting off the fire alarm (the committee (who I am also involved with) complained to the management about their new alarm system which was going off about once an hour TWO DAYS STRAIGHT before the con even began) and several other travesties. A small elitist group (most of whom were pretty influential tho ... ) decided they wanted to make the con their way. It moved out to springfield, droped it's costume allowence, closed the art show, ruled against filking, has a virtually invite only list, and several other travesties. Now in responce the original committee has/is holding the "real Boskon" the weekend after called Arisia. I have the info at home, but it is at the Laffyette Place Hotel in the center of Boston, off of the public transport system at Down Town Crossing, and will be $25 reservation fee. IT WILL BE TRUELY AWESOM. So please, if you were dissapointed with the last boskon, as the first one or a bad one in a series of good ones, try the alternate. Traveler In Elephants. Dave. -- Newsgroups: alt.callahans Path: mit-eddie!mintaka!chaos.cs.brandeis.edu!adam From: adam@chaos.cs.brandeis.edu (David C. Kaplowitz) Subject: Re: Love In-Reply-To: daq@hpfcso.HP.COM's message of 13 Feb 90 21:11:17 GMT Message-ID: <1990Feb14.144754.8320@chaos.cs.brandeis.edu> Organization: Brandeis University Computer Science Dept References: <3073@pur-phy> <9060023@hpfcso.HP.COM> Date: Wed, 14 Feb 90 14:47:54 GMT On love, I have found it possible to love someone who never exsisted, just someone who I thought did. I was mistaken to who a person was, and I will always love *what I thought her to be* but not what she is. Is this consistant with your rules? Traveler In Elephants Dave -- Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!think!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!mips!apple!apple.com!zardoz From: zardoz@apple.com (The One Eyed Man) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: SF get-together? Message-ID: <6700@internal.Apple.COM> Date: 14 Feb 90 19:10:09 GMT Sender: usenet@Apple.COM Organization: Apple Computer, Inc. Lines: 18 References:<9002112033.AA07676@ccb.ucsf.EDU> <1990Feb12.225656.15167@granite.cr.bull.com> In article <1990Feb12.225656.15167@granite.cr.bull.com> mandel@granite.cr.bull.com (Mark Mandel) writes: > In article <9002112033.AA07676@ccb.ucsf.EDU> robin@CCB.UCSF.EDU (Robin Colgrove) writes: > > > >from the vicinity of his belt, he pulls out a pager, glares at it, > >and muttering unmentionables (how do you say these in Esperanto?), > ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ > "figrumblante nedirendaj^ojn..." figrumblante fus^direndaj^ojn... ? ************************************* * 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!snorkelwacker!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!pt.cs.cmu.edu!andrew.cmu.edu!jf2z+ From: jf2z+@andrew.cmu.edu (John Charles Fiala) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Valentine's Day! Message-ID: Date: 14 Feb 90 20:16:17 GMT Organization: Class of '92, Carnegie Mellon, Pittsburgh, PA Lines: 21 Lo! I stand up and walk up to the fireplace. Today is Valentines Day (NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! goes my audience. I ignore them), and I, somehow, am having a better one than my last two. Two years ago I broke my upper right leg and was in the hospital for two weeks, and last year was just miserable. But this year I seem to have my act together, and so a toast: To friends, and love, and "Eternal Bliss"; either something about them is good for us, or +95% of the human race has the exact same brain tumor. Go Figure. <<{{((!!@@CRASH@@!!))}}>> John Fiala jf2z@andrew.cmu.edu "Have you ever marvelled that the symbol of love is also the color of blood? Just as the rose is seen from more than one eye, so does everything have more than one aspect! Tell me... do you see love or do you see only blood?" --From Captain Harlock #4 "Yo MIKE, can I have another one, with a little umbrella in it this time?" Path: mit-eddie!wuarchive!decwrl!elroy.jpl.nasa.gov!ames!dftsrv!ukma!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!snorkelwacker!mintaka!chaos.cs.brandeis.edu!adam From: fasteddy@bethe.gsfc.nasa.gov (John 'Fast-Eddie' McMahon) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: boskone (a rather odd story...) Message-ID: <888@dftsrv.gsfc.nasa.gov> Date: 14 Feb 90 17:41:18 GMT References: <882@dftsrv.gsfc.nasa.gov> Sender: news@dftsrv.gsfc.nasa.gov Reply-To: fasteddy@bethe.gsfc.nasa.gov Distribution: usa Organization: NASA Goddard Space Flight Center - Greenbelt, MD, USA Lines: 24 In article <1990Feb14.144245.7620@chaos.cs.brandeis.edu>, adam@chaos.cs.brandeis.edu (David C. Kaplowitz) writes... :Now in responce the original committee :has/is holding the "real Boskon" the weekend after called Arisia. I :have the info at home, but it is at the Laffyette Place Hotel in the :center of Boston, off of the public transport system at Down Town :Crossing, and will be $25 reservation fee. IT WILL BE TRUELY AWESOM. :So please, if you were dissapointed with the last boskon, as the first :one or a bad one in a series of good ones, try the alternate. I should say that I think Boston is a fabulous town to hold a Con, and that one of the best Cons I went to was the Boston Worldcon held last year. A lot of local fans that I met during Worldcon are really top notch! Although I won't be there (still paying Christmas Bills...), here is to Arisia may it be "Truely Awesome"... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- John "Fast Eddie" McMahon FASTEDDY@DFTNIC.GSFC.NASA.GOV Code 630.4 - Advanced Data Flow Technology Office SDCDCL::FASTEDDY (SPAN) NASA Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt, MD (301) 286-2045 "Living a 9600 Baud Lifestyle in a 1200 Baud World" - R.A.J. Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!usc!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!swrinde!cs.utexas.edu!rutgers!columbia!cunixf!mcr From: mcr@cunixf.cc.columbia.edu (Michele Rizack) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: re: Love and War and Human Nature Summary: some dated material Message-ID: <1990Feb14.205012.16793@cunixf.cc.columbia.edu> Date: 14 Feb 90 20:50:12 GMT Organization: Columbia University Lines: 62 Warning: one bad pun included within re: soulmates (a really late reply) I don't buy into the idea of soulmates. It seems like a cop-out for those who don't find one, and a delusion for those who do. But I think the point is mute now. (This was from a discussion a long time ago). Oh yeah... the idea that sex dwindles ( Nov 30, 89, from gh1g+@andrew.cmu.adu (G. Hinderstein), the book "The Rebel Angels" ) is probably one I won't believe until I experience it. I expect that this particular way I express love to someone will dwindle when I get older; say, about 75 years old or so. Not, of course, that I will find it easy to keep up the same kind of pace. :-) I find that my best "love relationships" are with people whom I have considered friends before. Probably because it's easier to be lovers and friends if you are already friends. Re: WAR and human nature Speaking of soulmates, there was a boy I went out with in High School (my first love) that I would have called my soulmate. He went into the Marines at age 17 (I thought they only accepted 18 year olds??) and it literally changed his personality. Before he went, he was rambunctious and happy-go-lucky. After he went he seemed, well, almost as if someone had erased part of his psyche. He would sometimes tell me about things that happened in boot camp. One morning he woke up to find the guy in the next bunk had hung himself. If this was only boot camp.... Ed, I'd like to thank you for sharing your experience with us. It was something I've always wanted to ask about. >understand and love. Humans are, by nature, greedy and selfish. >I think I understand your feelings, but I am still cynical. I really >do feel that war springs from something very fundamental in the >human heart. I may not have argued very well for this, and I may >be wrong, but I don't FEEL wrong. Ayn Rand would never buy this. I don't FEEL you are right! :-) Human nature has long been an excuse for many destructive actions. It's ironic, that "war" is excused as "human nature" but homosexuality (much less destructive than war (sic)) is considered against "human nature". I always felt that "human nature" was just about anything a human might do and thus is a useless term. "I'm only human" is used as an excuse not to grow, an excuse not to try. An excuse not to change. Subject: re: Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrgh! Gee, that's funny, this was my .plan (something people saw when they checked if I was online) for quite some time. I agree totally, no aaaaaaaaaarghuments here! /m "My inherent deficiency of blood had first implanted in me the impulse to dream of bloodshed. And in its turn that impulse had caused me to lose more and more of the stuff of blood from my body, thereby further increasing my lust for blood." -- snow on mountain Path: mit-eddie!mintaka!think!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!usc!cs.utexas.edu!mailrus!iuvax!rutgers!njin!skitchen From: skitchen@pilot.njin.net (Skitch) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: A Little Dream Message-ID: Date: 14 Feb 90 23:31:26 GMT References: <7810@pt.cs.cmu.edu> <467@sixhub.UUCP> <1345@jura.tcom.stc.co.uk> Organization: NJ InterCampus Network, New Brunswick, N.J. Lines: 30 [Uh oh. Looks like it's time for a jam session soon...] Scott walks into Callahan's again in his typical work-type clothes. He snaps his fingers and seems rather surprised when he reappears, presumably naked inside a barrel with suspenders. "I've definitely got to do laundry tonight," he says, snaps his fingers again, and reappears wearing the typical t-shirt and jeans motif with a t-shirt that says, "Welcome to New Jersey. Now go home." He is carrying a black case, about triple the volume of anordinary briefcase. "Hello again, all," he begins. "You can't help but notice the music outside, so I decided to bring some of my own along. Check this out." From the black case, he extracts a silver flugelhorn similar to the one Chuck Mangione plays. "My lips are a little rusty, but I'm sure I can pick it up again quickly." He runs through a couple of elementary scales and some practice tunes remembered from long ago and begins to play. The tune is "Feels So Good". He solos at first, improvising from memory. Soon the synthesizer and guitar join in and Callahan's moves to the beat of Mangione's music. The jam goes for about ten minutes and dies of its own accord. "Thanks for the gig, guys. I also play this." He snaps his fingers and a battered leather case appears. From its depths he drags forth a beat-up Bach Stradivarius trumpet. The music having returned to his lips, the first bars of "Sweet Georgia Brown" aren't so hard. -- Scott Kitchen Send mail to: skitchen@cc1.pica.army.mil Rebel Without a Clue ICBM: 40.88 N 74.56 W -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hop in my Chrysler; it's as big as a whale, and it's about to set sail! Path: mit-eddie!mintaka!think!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!swrinde!cs.utexas.edu!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!rutgers!njin!skitchen From: skitchen@pilot.njin.net (Skitch) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Boston Callahans II (08-Feb-1990) report Keywords: fairness, wonderfulness ideanesses Message-ID: Date: 15 Feb 90 00:25:08 GMT References: <15913@haddock.ima.isc.com> <1990Feb10.182339.3014@csusac.csus.edu> Distribution: alt Organization: NJ InterCampus Network, New Brunswick, N.J. Lines: 12 As for federal funding, how do you think I got there in the first place? :) :) :) I _love_ working for the DoD. They send you to the most interesting places... -- Scott Kitchen Send mail to: skitchen@cc1.pica.army.mil Rebel Without a Clue ICBM: 40.88 N 74.56 W -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hop in my Chrysler; it's as big as a whale, and it's about to set sail! Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!ucbvax!HPLRED.HPL.HP.COM!egly From: egly@HPLRED.HPL.HP.COM (Diana Egly) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Variations on a theme (and a toast) Message-ID: Date: 15 Feb 90 00:43:16 GMT Sender: daemon@ucbvax.BERKELEY.EDU Lines: 52 Hmmm... I know I must be in an alternate universe. I walk into Callahan's and find musicians and canasta players. Last time I wandered into Callahan's it looked like only the Cynic and I were around. I've either been trapped in a time warp or an alternate universe or a net.foul-up. No matter. I like music. And if my email has been bouncing around the known universe before getting bounced back to me... Well that's the way life is sometimes. And talking about the way life is sometimes... Variation 1: We've talked of many kinds of masks here at Callahan's. And of personas that allow us to express aspects of ourselves that are otherwise difficult to convey. But there's a kind of a mask -- or rather a persona -- that no one has mentioned yet. One I'm intimately familiar with. I have a little persona that I hardly ever mention. It's a clone - or as close as I can come to a clone - of me. A duplicate. Normally I'm just me. But sometimes I can't be and so I slip into a persona that is a duplicate of me. Variation 2: A couple of days ago a friend of mine who knew I had some fondness for Billy Joel music sat me down to listen to one of his songs. The chorus goes... "Darling, I don't know why I go to extremes Too high or too low there ain't no inbetweens..." At the end of the song, my friend asked with gleeful and eager anticipation, "Well?" No, it's not quite the right song... Variation 3: A Friend ministered in meeting for worship: first reminding us of how we are expected to feed the hungry, to visit those in jail, to heal the sick, and to set the captives free. Then she suggested that we should stand in awe when a hungry one become able to provide food for him or her self, that we should stand in awe when a criminal turns away from crime, that we should stand in awe when a sick person become well and strong, and that we should stand in awe when a mental patient is freed from the prisons of the mind. There is much we see that should inspire us to awe. Well... I wanted to make a toast: "I stand in awe because there are inbetween." Path: mit-eddie!mintaka!think!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!ucbvax!fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM!jane From: jane@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM (Jane Beckman x4030) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Love, Friends, and Idealism Message-ID: <9002141730.AA07254@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM> Date: 15 Feb 90 01:30:17 GMT Sender: daemon@ucbvax.BERKELEY.EDU Lines: 46 Jilara has been listening in to this discussion of the feasability (is that the word she wants?) of various types of love. Unable to stand it any longer, she jumps into the discussion. "The problem with our society is that the definitions are so blastedly limited. There are not enough words to define "friend" or "love" either. People get bogged down in what they mean. The Greeks, with Eros, Philos, and Agape, were getting closer, but I think they left out a few kinds of love, too. "Friend" is another one of those words that one needs to define, because it corresponds closely with "love." (You don't think so? Precisely my point: we're using different definitions.) Most of my own defdefinitions of love pretty much cover the range of friendship. I've had friends with an eros element, but they were not "significant other" types, simply friends with whom I indulged an element of sensuality... And I had a friend that was closer than most SO types, but he was a friend, not a lover... When you get into possibilities, you have to allow for other folks definitions not quite matching yours. A lot of people "love" the way a fire loves wood---it uses it to fuel its being, consumes it, and when there is nothing left but cinders, it moves on to another fuel source. Is this love, or is it soul-combustion? That's why I think the Greeks left out a few definitions... "Now, in my universe, I live pretty much by Philos and Agape. Those are pretty high and lofty. Eros isn't something that enters into it much. Not the modern definition, anyway. The green fire of spring, that makes you swell with the buds, but has no human focus---yeah, I feel that now and then. But not this other stuff, this hearts-and-flowers stuff. But Philos and Agape, by their nature, are a different breed. You can apply a lot of Sir Bruce's lofty definitions to them. But it's pretty utopian, and most folks just can't live by those standards. You see, when people get together, they really ought to compare definitions, but very few ever do. Maybe they don't want to learn the answer." She looks troubled. "I hung out in the SCA, where the signals for Free Love and Free Sex are very similar, and it can get you into TONS of trouble, my friends. But I haven't stopped believing in Free Love because I've had to fight off Free Sex types. But they probably don't understand me. Tough." She walks over to Sir Bruce Sterling and waves her hand in front of his face. He doesn't seem to see her. "Damn, not that optics problem again," she mutters. "I've been trying to talk to him for a while. We don't seem to be existing in the same universe, at the moment. Gotta get these continuums straightened out. Someone tell him I was here, okay?" Sir Bruce keeps chatting amicably, unaware of her presence. ---Jilara the Exile--- ***By the Power of Love and Light ***