Path: mit-eddie!rutgers!cs.utexas.edu!uunet!mcsun!ukc!mucs!r1!pjc From: pjc@r1.uucp (Peter Crowther (CAG ra)) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Love, Friends, and Idealism Message-ID: <685@m1.cs.man.ac.uk> Date: 16 Feb 90 12:09:57 GMT References: <9002141730.AA07254@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM> Sender: news@cs.man.ac.uk Reply-To: pjc@r1.UUCP (Peter Crowther (CAG ra)) Organization: University of Manchester, UK Lines: 86 In article <9002141730.AA07254@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM> jane@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM (Jane Beckman x4030) writes: ... >"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. ... > >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." ... > > ---Jilara the Exile--- Loud applause from the occupant of the rocking chair at the table near the fire. "Oh... Hi everyone. Thanx for all the replies to my last posting. For once I've actually decided to *do something* about it (about me in this case). From not going out at all, to being somewhat tired from going out till all hours of the morning and *actually talking to people* as opposed to keeping this wall around myself. The wall's still there, but at least I can see out now :-). "Jilara: I agree. Most of the arguments I have with people boil down to naming conventions. I once refereed an hour-and-a-half debate about what Science Fiction was, made a statement that described it without using the words 'Science' and 'Fiction' and that ended the argument immediately. I said in my earlier posting that I am regarded as a good shoulder to cry on; one of my standard tricks for dealing with people who come to me with 'X doesn't love me' problems is to wait until they can bear to talk about it, then try to sort out what their definition of 'love' is. Most of the time, they don't know themselves. "I suppose I'm a highly amateur psychologist: find out what the problem is, agree on a definition, then try to solve it. At least nobody's sued me for malpractise yet... "I reckon most religious arguments boil down to the same problem of definitions... oops, there I go, shooting my mouth off again. I used to have a cardinal rule: 'Don't argue about politics or religion. It gets you nowhere and uses up alcohol'. Just lately I seem to have suspended that... and have been got at severely for doing so. I shouldn't act as devil's advocate :-)." Peter wanders over to the bar and puts a Thatcher (Thatcher = pound coin, nicknamed after our Prime Minister. They're both thick, brassy and think they're sovereigns :-) ;-) :-) on the bar. Other Brits have already argued the exchange rate; I think the opinion is that it is treated in the same way as a single. "Bitter shandy please, Mike... Ah, that's better. Thankyou." As it's only a half (is Mike psychic or what?), Peter drains it quickly and steps up to the line. "To Love! May we all love and be loved, in the many forms that we need to stay healthy." He concentrates on getting the glass to hit the fireplace fair and square. (Crash). "Oh boy, I'm maundering on again." He reaches THROUGH the air back into his room and grabs a set of Pan pipes. "Right... I only bought these a bit ago; let's see if I can get a tune out of them!" Obviously shakily, but with increasing confidence as nothing is thrown at him, Peter starts playing a slow South American tune. He seems totally absorbed in the music, as if it is an outpouring of his character (which it is). At the end he stands for a moment, an odd half-smile on his face, as he remembers past beauties (to me, Pan pipes have one of the most beautiful sounds of any instrument). Slowly he turns, grins toothily at the few people who decided that the performance deserved any applause, reaches THROUGH the air to put the pipes back on top of his invisible computer (Sun 2/50). He walks briskly over to his chair and pulls it over to the table at which Jilara is standing. "Jilara... If you wish to continue the conversation via E-mail, please feel free. Best routing path for JANET is nsfnet-relay... see if you can reach that. Same goes for anybody else who wants to reach me." - Peter Peter Crowther, Dept. of Electrical Engineering, University of Manchester, Manchester M13 9PL, England. Internet: pcrowther@r1.cs.man.ac.uk Janet: pcrowther@uk.ac.man.cs.r1 USENET: mcvax!ukc!man.cs!pcrowther Fishing net: Device for catching fish Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!ucbvax!CCB.UCSF.EDU!robin From: robin@CCB.UCSF.EDU (Robin Colgrove) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Tales of Callahans #1 Message-ID: <9002180701.AA29959@ccb.ucsf.EDU> Date: 18 Feb 90 07:01:12 GMT Sender: daemon@ucbvax.BERKELEY.EDU Lines: 100 Robin charges into callahans, his usual wildly elevated ratio of enthusiasm to gracefullness in full evidence. Whap, bump, crash, thud. "Hi Mike. A pitcher of Anchor Steam, if you please." He takes a swig straight from the pitcher and steps up to the line. "Since only a little has been said of the first Callahan's Realspace Get-together, let me recount the story of how it came about in hopes of starting a "Tales of alt.callahans" tradition which we can repeat by the fire in years to come (and also to try to nucleate other such occasions)... Continuing in the spirit of callahanian maximal unlikeliness, the first get-together was precipitated (sorry, my BS is Chem and you just can't escape your radicals, er, i mean roots ;) by the person least likely to organize anything, robin -would forget his own pancreas if it weren't glued in so tight- colgrove. The events transpired in a similarly unlikely fashion, my first soocial get-together in tao knows how long can only take place when I am thousands of klicks away from home! As the date approached, I was trying to arrange time and place from the opposite coast with zero idea of what was where in Boston. Once in Boston, I managed to use a non-net friends PC to call my system back home with my ATT credit card number (hayes command: ATDT0,phone#,,,,,,,,,, credit#) log in and send mail all the way back to folks in Boston living only miles from the house in Brookline where I was staying! One of the least compu-capable of the callahanians, I was stuck in a power outage on our block (apparently snowstorm damage), logged in to UCSF across the country on my friend's portable pc-clone, praying the battery would hold and reading the dim LCD by the light of a handheld kerosene lantern!! yow. I just took the first day anybody suggested (Tue), the first time (8-11pm) and the first place (Crossroads) and glued them together in a note telling folks where to meet. Well, I had my doubts about whether this elephant could fly and during the day at my residency interview at Brigham and Women's (And just what makes YOU think you're good enough for this hospital?) I occasionally drifted off, imagining this poor Californian waiting forlornly by himself in a snowdrift/slushpuddle outside some strange bar in the cold Bostonian January night, wondering how he'd got himself into this fine mess. Luckily, I convinced a friend at MIT (via my wife's lab at berkeley, but this is a long, complicated tangent. some other time.), one Kathy O'Connel to protect me from the snow and lonliness. We sauntered over from MIT toward Beacon and what should we find loitering outside Crossroads but a handful of young ne'er-do-wells bearing the obvious stigmata of net-dom (cultivated scruffiness complemented by ecclectic sartorial displays and a certain manic electricity around the eyes.) Aha! This must be them. Suddenly, I felt very much out of place, in my thick grey tweed suit and Henry Higgins hat (my only suit, hand me down from Dad who got it in the 50's in Scotland while in the Navy, but that's another tangent.) But conversation quickly sparked on the correlated set of subjects common to callahans...the net, computers, science fiction, academe, comics, and most importantly, gossip about net.celebs. If only breaking the ice were always this easy! Tis indeed a funny sensation to meet folks you already know and the general impression seemed to be that in the aggregate we looked about like you would've expected but that individually you never could have guessed. Standing there outside of the bar it became clear that callahanians must be the most tea-totalling group of bar goers in the known universe so once we reached eight in number (including all the rsvp-ers) it was agreed that we retire promptly to eliz's (eliz'z? elizes? how do you construct this possessive? sorry, tangenting again. more lithium. ahem.) for your generic sit-around-on-the floor-and-shoot-the-breeze party. We left a cryptic note to potential latecomers stuck to the wall saying "Fast Eddie call Mike Callahan at..." and I converted a piece of 8.5x11 into a large arrow-shaped sign impaled on a lamp and pointing to the note. We have no idea what casual passers-by thought of this...anyway, we trudged and trolleyed to Chez Eliz 7 casual young folk and one sleep-deprived displaced San Fransican in a Time-Space warp, incongruously dragging luggage and suit bag... The talk chatted on enjoyably for hours on subjects as big as the universe and as small as the snowflakes and I'll leave the specifics for someone else's story. Suffice it to say that topics included a round of toppers on "Biggest computer glitch I ever caused", which Callahanians we were most worried about, and whether we thought Kathy Li looked cuter in her Comic Convention costume photo or as drawn in the Star Trek comic book ;) (how do you pronounce ;)? I always imagine it sort of as smrk with an umlaut over the r ;) When it's at the end of a sentence, does it require a period or is it itself punctuation enuf. A thousand pardons, yet another tangent. What is IN this beer, anyway?) We retired in the wee hours to our respective abodes and eliz was kind enough to provide me crashspace for the night and a launchpad to my next interview (at Beth Israel, where they actually seemed pleased to have me ;). I disappeared early in the morn, leaving only my toothbrush to mark the passing... and thus came to pass the first humble assembly of callahanians in the space presumptuously labeled 'reality'. It was the first of many more down through the years, ever greater and more joyous, till the huge throngs at the 2012 Callahans/Mardi Gras in Ulam Bator had to be suppressed by U.N. peace-keeping forces megaphoning treatises on tax law until the riotous multitudes were put deep into a bored sleep... just kidding. A toast! "TO MAKING CONNECTIONS!!" he chugs about half the pitcher down before losing the required precise coordination twixt elbow and gullet and dowsing the remainder over his head. "Shoot, I used to be able to do that when I was in college. Must be gettin' old or somethin'. Anyway, here goes..." ****CRASH!!!**** "Uhh, Mike, do you got a mop back there? And how bout a dry shirt?" cest la vie... Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!cs.utexas.edu!jarvis.csri.toronto.edu!utgpu!watserv1!watmath!att!dptg!pegasus!psrc From: psrc@pegasus.ATT.COM (Paul S. R. Chisholm) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Love Summary: some thoughts Message-ID: <4469@pegasus.ATT.COM> Date: 18 Feb 90 06:17:56 GMT References: <3073@pur-phy> <9060023@hpfcso.HP.COM> Organization: AT&T Bell Laboratories Lines: 60 < Krasny Oktyabr: the hunt is on, March 2, 1990 > No one else has invoked a persona in this discussion (and just as well), and neither will I; for those of you who are trying to place me (pun intended), I'm the guy who sometimes orders half an ale. In some article, somebody (I think "Sir Bruce Stirling") suggests: > 1. True Love lasts forever. By definition, perhaps?-) (I recommend the film THE PRINCESS BRIDE on the subject of True Love, and for a nice way to while away an hour and a half or so.) But I don't think this is really true. Certainly feelings change, and there are lots of bad things that can destroy good feelings. (And vice versa, thank God.) > 2. It is possible for more than one person to love the same person. If and only if one of your other two "guidelines" are true. > 3. It is possible for someone to love more than one person. Is this possible for everyone? Probably not. Is it possible for some people? Experience from my college days tells me, "yes". At least one woman in particular I knew then, and perhaps a couple more, had this capability. For whatever it's worth, I was "only a friend" with them; but they were some of the most valuable friendships I had. > 4. It is possible to love someone who does not love you. That's the real question. If the feeling isn't shared, can you know the person well enough to love him or her? But then, we can only love what we know about another person, however imperfect our knowledge is. And how "equal" do the feelings have to be shared? I think there's a fallacy inherent in this discussion: that "love" is a binary kind of thing. There's a range of feelings, with passion being the most important measure, and love and hate pretty much orthogonal to intensity; but there's no clear dividing line between "love" and "not-love". So, is it not love if you didn't know the person? It must take a *long* time for True Love to develop, because it takes a *long* time to learn what makes up a person. (That's a moving target, of course; and can we *really* know anyone, even ourselves? There are some interesting questions of philosophy here, and information theory, too.) > I have felt too much pain and too much love over the years to > believe that these rules could be completely wrong. In my opinion, > they are very close to the truth, and they are the some of the > principles by which I live my life. Not me. It's not that I "don't believe in love"; I do, very much. But I don't worry about love (that got easier when I got married); I worry about caring, and people, and the rest comes naturally. Paul S. R. Chisholm, AT&T Bell Laboratories att!pegasus!psrc, psrc@pegasus.att.com, AT&T Mail !psrchisholm I'm not speaking for the company, I'm just speaking from my heart. Path: mit-eddie!mintaka!think!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!brutus.cs.uiuc.edu!wuarchive!uunet!88opensi!ed From: ed@88opensi.UUCP (Ed Anderson) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Love Summary: In my case... Keywords: What is love? Message-ID: <373@88opensi.UUCP> Date: 16 Feb 90 06:07:41 GMT References: <3073@pur-phy> Organization: 88open Software Initiative Inc., San Jose, CA Lines: 68 In article <3073@pur-phy>, sterling@maxwell.physics.purdue.edu (Bruce S. Woodcock) writes: > Important stuff deleted for brevity... > > theorems. Naturally, some people won`t like them, for some (like Ed) have > been forced by society to accept that he loved someone once, but do not > any more. In response to that, I would provide two explanations: First of all, I would not exactly call it "forced", my _understanding_ of our society allows me to be an individual. (i.e. I _understood_ the psychology of Marine Corps. boot-camp before going. Actually it was very predictable... this gave me the ability to play the game and retain my pschye/personality.) Being an individual, I make my own decisions about everything I can; I formulate and modify my environment to suit me and be compatible with others around me. Sometimes I compromise to free me of conflict (unless I really believe in somthing, then I'll fight!). Regarding love, I know now that I _did_ love my wife, but here's a rule you should add to your list that I think will explain my position "Anything living thing (I believe that love _is_ a living entity) that is tortured/abused/drained_of_energy can die. Including love." I'm not saying that your love dies (your love is as alive as *you* make it and is enhaced/complemented by others), just that the complement of love dies or is deleted. > > 1. You still love the person, but you`re denying it. This can be partly correct. In my situation I have a beautiful daughter who would not be, if not for my ex-wife. I still love her for being the mother of my daughter however: a) I have no desire for my ex as I did 1. I don't live for her smile as I did. 2. I don't desire her touch or conversation. 3. I don't love the sound of her voice as I did. b) The memories I have previously mentioned in postings: 1. Always come down to the fact that I miss my daughter. 2. Are centered around literal anger for being betrayed. Simply put, I don't have feelings of love for the woman I married 6 years ago. > 2. You were never in love with that person as he/she TRULY IS, but > rather in love with an IDEALIZED IMAGE of what you thought and/or > wanted that person to be. I believe this could have been true for my wife at the time of our divorce but this does not apply to me. I loved everything about her, I had no complaints. However, her reason for marriage was the pomp and circumstance of the Marine Corps. The uniform, not the man inside it. When I took off the uniform for the last time, her INTEREST in me went away. She went out, found another Marine and married him... The uniform is very attractive but this woman has not matured enough to understand that everyone wears a uniform of some kind and is bound to take it off revealing the person inside the shell. Ed Anderson uunet!88opensi!ed ___________________________________________________________________________ Anyone can be somebody's fool ___________________________________________________________________________ Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!think!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!wuarchive!uunet!cdin-1!dsinc!netnews.upenn.edu!cps3xx!usenet From: usenet@cps3xx.UUCP (Usenet file owner) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: How about a midwest Callahan's gathering? Keywords: Callhan's, gathering, midwest Message-ID: <6442@cps3xx.UUCP> Date: 13 Feb 90 19:27:06 GMT References: <1654@lakesys.lakesys.com> Reply-To: frey@frith.UUCP (Zachary T. Frey) Distribution: na Organization: Michigan State University, College of Engineering Lines: 14 In article <1654@lakesys.lakesys.com> davek@lakesys.lakesys.com (Dave Kraft) writes: >How would people feel about having a midwest Callahan's gathering. I would >prefer to have it here in Milwaukee (or surrounding suburbs). What does >everyone think of that? Sounds good to me. Except that I obviously would rather see it here in East Lansing ... :^) Zach Frey Papernet: Zachary Frey | frey@frith.egr.msu.edu | Usenet: the 514 Virginia St. | frey@msuegr.BITNET | Bellman's E. Lansing, MI 48823 | ...uunet!frith!frey | Paradise. Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!rutgers!uwvax!sabertooth.cs.wisc.edu!lewandow From: lewandow@sabertooth.cs.wisc.edu (Gary Lewandowski (TA of Doom)) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: How about a midwest Callahan's gathering? Keywords: Callhan's, gathering, midwest Message-ID: <9771@spool.cs.wisc.edu> Date: 18 Feb 90 17:52:14 GMT References: <1654@lakesys.lakesys.com> <6442@cps3xx.UUCP> Sender: news@spool.cs.wisc.edu Distribution: na Organization: University of Wisconsin, Madison -- Computer Sciences Department Lines: 21 In article <6442@cps3xx.UUCP> frey@frith.UUCP (Zachary T. Frey) writes: >In article <1654@lakesys.lakesys.com> davek@lakesys.lakesys.com (Dave Kraft) writes: >>How would people feel about having a midwest Callahan's gathering. I would >>prefer to have it here in Milwaukee (or surrounding suburbs). What does >>everyone think of that? > >Sounds good to me. Except that I obviously would rather see it here in >East Lansing ... :^) Oh, and I *insist* it simply must be in Madison. :-) (I think if Dave is organizing it, he gets to set the place -- this time around :-)) -- gary lewandow@cs.wisc.edu "Knowledge is a fractal." -- Samuel Bates Path: mit-eddie!mintaka!think!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!usc!bbn!granite!mandel From: mandel@granite.cr.bull.com (Mark Mandel) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: A Song: The Mary Ellen Carter Message-ID: <1990Feb18.230800.10244@granite.cr.bull.com> Date: 18 Feb 90 23:08:00 GMT Reply-To: mandel@granite.cr.bull.com (Mark Mandel) Distribution: alt Organization: Bull HN Information Systems Inc. Lines: 91 (Silverblack orders a Moosehead... "No, a Moosehead BEER!"... and steps up to the chalk line. His acoustic steel-string guitar is hanging around his neck on a strap that looks like a 50-year-old handwoven belt from Guatemala.) "Friends, fellow Callahanians. Here is a song that has done, and continues to do me, worlds of good. I don't know if the words would have anything like the same effect without the music: I can't separate them in my mind. I no longer start to cry with emotion when I hear this -- at least, I can control my tears better than I could the first dozen times or so. It used to be a real challenge when I heard it on the radio while driving. To the memory and living spirit of Stan Rogers!" (Lobs the mug in a high arc and readies his pick. The glorious ***CRASHHH!!*** gives the downbeat, and Silverblack is playing better than he ever has before. From somewhere -- perhaps from other members of the Virtual N-tet -- fiddles, harps, and other instruments join in the intro. The petite elf with the longbow, drinking a Coke Classic at Silverblack's table, mutters "He only sings this when he's feeling depressed, defiant, or triumphant." A neon crawl makes its way across the mantelpiece: By (and sung by) Stan Rogers, "Between the Breaks... Live!", copyright (c) 1979 by Fogarty's Cove Music.) THE MARY ELLEN CARTER She went down last October in a pouring, driving rain The Skipper, he'd been drinking and the Mate, he felt no pain. Too close to Three Mile Rock and she was dealt her mortal blow And the Mary Ellen Carter settled low. There was just us five aboard her when she finally was awash We'd worked like hell to save her, all heedless of the cost And the groan she gave as she went down, it caused us to proclaim That the Mary Ellen Carter would rise again. Well, the owners wrote her off; not a nickel would they spend. "She gave twenty years of service, boys, then met her sorry end. "But insurance paid the loss to us, so let her rest below", Then they laughed at us and said we had to go. But we talked of her all winter, some days around the clock, She's worth a quarter million, afloat and at the dock. And with every jar that hit the bar we swore we would remain And make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again. Rise again, rise again, That her name not be lost to the knowledge of men Those who loved her best and were with her till the end Will make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again. All spring, now, we've been with her on a barge lent by a friend. Three dives a day in a hardhat suit and twice I've had the bends. Thank God it's only sixty feet and the currents here are slow Or I'd never have the strength to go below. But we've patched her rents and stopped her vents, dogged hatch and porthole down, Put cables to her 'fore and aft and girded her around, Tomorrow noon we hit the air and then take up the strain And watch the Mary Ellen Carter rise again. Rise again, rise again, That her name not be lost to the knowledge of men. Those who loved her best and were with her till the end Will make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again! For we couldn't leave her there, you see, to crumble into scale. She'd saved our lives so many times, living through the gale And the laughing, drunken rats who left her to a sorry grave They won't be laughing in another day.... And you, to whom adversity has dealt the final blow With smiling bastards lying to you everywhere you go, Turn to, and put out all your strength of arm and heart and brain And, like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again! Rise again, rise again -- Though your heart it be broken and life about to end No matter what you've lost, be it a home, a love, a friend, Like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again! (Silverblack lets out a "WHOOP!", the elf sighs, and he returns to the bar. "Another one, Mike, that's thirsty work!") -- -- Mark Mandel (InterNet: Mandel@granite.cr.bull.com) /* My employer is not responsible for anything I say, do, think, or eat. */ Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!usc!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!uwm.edu!psuvax1!xavier!news From: jdh92@campus.swarthmore.edu (Jeff Hildebrand) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Oh how the mighty have fallen. Message-ID: Date: 19 Feb 90 02:49:28 GMT Sender: news@xavier.swarthmore.edu (USENET News System) Organization: Ministry of Propaganda - SWIL Lines: 34 -Message-Text-Follows- Hildebaby looks up from his chair in one of the many, many corners of Callahan's (Hey Mike is this place n-dimensional or something?) with a sly smile on his face. "I think it's about time to throw out another tall tale." Sauntering forward he looks into the fireplace. "Back in the 60's after Disney finished making the movie of Mary Poppins, they faced some very hard economic times and they had to put a whole bunch of people out of work. Poor old Mary Poppins was one of them. "So, of course, she started looking for work around Hollywood. For some reason or another, she just couldn't find work in her old profession. After a few months of fruitless looking, she came to the hard realization that she just wasn't going to find a job that way, and so she took up a new skill. "Now this is California after all, and she found herself learning from a famous local astrologer. After a while she struck out on her own. Now she had a very unusual method for telling fortunes. She claimed to be able to tell a person's future simply by smelling their breath. So her business cards read: Mary Poppins SuperCaliforniaMystic, Expert:Halitosis After looking around at the faces wincing at the punch line, Hildebaby grins and tosses his glass into the fireplace. "Ah well, time to get back to studying." And he disappears with a sound suspiciously like that of a TARDIS. -Jeff /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ Jeff Hildebrand Swarthmore College, Swarthmore PA 19081 JDH92@campus.swarthmore.edu (prefered) or hildebrd@cs.swarthmore.edu Would you trust a man who | "First things first, but not answers to Hildebaby? | necessarily in that order" - The Doctor Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!think!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!uwm.edu!lakesys!davek From: davek@lakesys.lakesys.com (Dave Kraft) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: How about a midwest Callahan's gathering? Summary: Yeah, I SHOULD get to pick the place.. :) Keywords: Callhan's, gathering, midwest Message-ID: <1676@lakesys.lakesys.com> Date: 19 Feb 90 01:40:58 GMT References: <1654@lakesys.lakesys.com> <6442@cps3xx.UUCP> <9771@spool.cs.wisc.edu> Distribution: na Organization: Lake Systems - Milwaukee, Wisconsin Lines: 18 > >Sounds good to me. Except that I obviously would rather see it here in > >East Lansing ... :^) > > Oh, and I *insist* it simply must be in Madison. :-) > > (I think if Dave is organizing it, he gets to set the place -- this time > around :-)) > Yes, I totally agree.. :) I've got a couple places here in Milwaukee in mind. Anyone (seriously) interested yet?? Dave -- EMAIL: davek@lakesys.lakesys.com |"..let your light shine before men, that uunet!marque!lakesys!davek |they may see your good deeds and praise BELLNET: (414)476-2763 |your Father in heaven." --Mathhew 5:16 USPS: 1952 N. 84th St./Milwaukee, WI 53226 Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!usenet.ins.cwru.edu!cwjcc!ncoast!allbery From: allbery@NCoast.ORG (Brandon S. Allbery) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: How about a midwest Callahan's gathering? Message-ID: <1990Feb20.005934.8596@NCoast.ORG> Date: 20 Feb 90 00:59:34 GMT References: <1654@lakesys.lakesys.com> <6442@cps3xx.UUCP> Reply-To: allbery@ncoast.ORG (Brandon S. Allbery) Followup-To: alt.callahans Distribution: na Organization: North Coast Public Access UN*X, Cleveland, OH Lines: 18 As quoted from <6442@cps3xx.UUCP> by usenet@cps3xx.UUCP (Usenet file owner): +--------------- | In article <1654@lakesys.lakesys.com> davek@lakesys.lakesys.com (Dave Kraft) writes: | >How would people feel about having a midwest Callahan's gathering. I would | >prefer to have it here in Milwaukee (or surrounding suburbs). What does | >everyone think of that? | | Sounds good to me. Except that I obviously would rather see it here in | East Lansing ... :^) +--------------- Three guesses where *I'd* like to see it.... ;-) +++the busy one -- Brandon S. Allbery (human), allbery@NCoast.ORG (Inet), BALLBERY (MCI Mail) ALLBERY (Delphi), uunet!cwjcc.cwru.edu!ncoast!allbery (UUCP), B.ALLBERY (GEnie) BrandonA (A-Online) ("...and a partridge in a pear tree!" ;-)