Path: mit-eddie!mintaka!think!yale!cs.utexas.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: White Cockade Message-ID: <9003081127.AA04731@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM> Date: 8 Mar 90 19:27:54 GMT Sender: daemon@ucbvax.BERKELEY.EDU Lines: 17 Jilara was in the process of organizing a possible Callahans get together at the White Cockade when she was logged off of her e-mail, making it very hard to organize anything! She's still interested, and has a working mail path again. So, hopefully, we can get something going for interested parties, over and above the party on the 17th. (I know several people who aren't making it to that one, anyway. Me, I'm going to be there late, as I have another friend's birthday party in the afternoon.) Alaric, who is a former part of the Great Northwest branch of Callahans, may soon be in the Bay Area, too. (He's been missing all you people, and sends regards.) Anyway, yes, I will try to come up with a White Cockade alternative, too. While it doesn't have n numbers of corners, it still has quite a few for all those who like the things! ---Jilara the Exile jane%fsdcupt.csd@urbana.mcd.mot.com (there are others that work, I hear, but this one I am pretty sure of) Path: mit-eddie!bu.edu!lll-winken!uwm.edu!rpi!sci.ccny.cuny.edu!unmvax!ariel!carina.unm.edu!rkelly From: rkelly@carina.unm.edu Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: The Vagrant Message-ID: <1894@ariel.unm.edu> Date: 9 Mar 90 00:49:40 GMT Sender: news@ariel.unm.edu Reply-To: rkelly@carina.unm.edu () Organization: University of New Mexico, Albuquerque Lines: 37 The Vagrant It wasn't the first time a type like me went into a public place where nice clean people meet in their ties and dresses gathering around tables to talk about how the world was going to end. Yeah, I saw them, lookin' through that window. And I saw another Streeter looking back at me. I yelled at him to get out of there but he wouldn't listen. He was makin' fun. Joshin' me. He was acting just like a mirror. Remember that Lucille Ball show where she imitates Harpo Grouch. Well, that was what he was doing to me. I dont care if he was another Streetie, no one makes fun of ME. I scratched Patrick's head. Patrick's my boy. Wonderful kid, plays football. I saw the Streetie do the same thing through the glass. But he aint got no kid there, he wasn't mockin' me. Damn him. He was insultin' my boy. What makes him think he can go into a place I cant and treat my boy like dirt. He was insultin' my boy. "C'mon, Patty," I says to him. "We're goin' inside. Gonna teach that Streetie a lessin'" You cant just go around poking fun at others' families. I walked in the door and yelled. "Where is he? Where's that damn streeter?" But he wasn't there anymore. The coward must have ducked out the back. All those people turned around and looked at me and Patty. A large man, as big as Patty will be when he grows up, walked over and said, "It's time for you to go now." I knew I hadn't better try to fight him. I aint right for a boy to see his father get beat in a fight. So I walked back out. An' I looked back into the bar through the window. There he was again. Lookin' right back at me. Damn him. They throw me out but keep him in. "Aint fair, Patty, just aint fair." Vagrant......rkelly@carina.unm.edu Path: mit-eddie!bu.edu!lll-winken!uunet!netxcom!netxdev!ewiles From: ewiles@netxdev.DHL.COM (Edwin Wiles) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Another new patron Summary: YANP - Yet another new patron. Message-ID: <4156@netxcom.DHL.COM> Date: 8 Mar 90 18:25:19 GMT References: <8378@lindy.Stanford.EDU> Sender: news@netxcom.DHL.COM Organization: NetExpress Communications, Inc., Vienna, Va. Lines: 9 A tall quiet gent walks in, lays his dollar on the bar and ask for some Amaretto. Having his drink in hand, he finds a quiet seat with a view. Looks like he's going to nurse that Amaretto for quite a while. :-) "Who?... Me?... WHAT opinions?!?" | Edwin Wiles Schedule: (n.) An ever changing nightmare. | NetExpress, Inc. ...!{hadron,sundc,pyrdc,uunet}!netxcom!ewiles | 1953 Gallows Rd. Suite 300 ewiles@iad-nxe.global-mis.DHL.COM | Vienna, VA 22182 Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!think!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!rpi!jefyoung From: jefyoung@pawl.rpi.edu (Jeffrey Young) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Spring Break, Time For A Story... Message-ID: Date: 9 Mar 90 13:30:18 GMT Organization: Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, Troy NY Lines: 184 ---------------------------------------------------------------- I tried posting this last night, adn it never showed up. So if you get two copies of this post eventually, I duly apologize now. -Tal ---------------------------------------------------------------- The door pops open, and a rather frazzled looking Oriental youth ambles in. Halting all greetings with an uprasied hand, he tosses a dollar bill he'd gotten from under his hat down. Mike gets a Spiked Apple Juice (still with absolutely no alcohol) and Taldin plops himself into his usual seat by the fire, but not before giving a quick stroke to the dozing Tabbifli, and a gentle scritching between the sleeping red wolf's shoulders. He takes a deep breath. "Phew! Hi again, folks, and yes, I'm glad to see you all again. Thought I'd NEVER get out from under the pre-break rush, and I still have a test Friday and one the Wednesday after break, and a project due Friday after break. The work never stops, and it's a job we don't get paid for, but at least I get visiting rights to Callahan's, and a bunch of friends around when I need them is always a good thing. I just dropped in to say good bye for about a week or two, since my spring break starts tomorrow. I might be in with a friend, as I hope to be travelling during break. Also, if anyone is going to Lunacon (Mar 16-17-18_) I'll be there-- you can't miss me. I wear blue/grey, a floppy grey hat,glasses, and even if I lose those, my badge will say "Taldin" on it...find me if you can, and DO say hello! I keep missing out on these Callahan's get-togethers because they;re all in BOSTON or CALIFORNIA! *Sigh*. I can't get away from schoolwork long enough to get to one of these...oh well." Taldin gulps down his drink, tosses the mug in the air, and shifts to Unicorn form, neatly catching the mug on the end of his horn as it comes down. "Someone said there weren't enough toasts. Well, I've got a couple in mind, but they don't have problems, and in fact I think I can mix them into one.." >>>>>CRASH<<<<<< "To Time!" "Nobody in this room can tell how much of it they have, for sure. Callahan's Crosstime Saloon got people from different worlds, distant futures, and a lady who just wouldn't die. But no matter what happens, time never stops. The world never stops, and people worry about how much time they have left, say, until they haven't got a chance to find a love --but it's never too late for love. Here in Callahan's we;ve got people of all ages, if indeed they portray themselves as their correct ages. I certainly don't look to be 1378, though that's my standard Unicorn joke. ('I've lived for over a thousand years. I've heard that joke about leapfrog before.')" He grins. "Some of us aren't legal, including me (I'm just barely 19) but Mike lets us in here because we need the Place. May we keep the bar open for a long time to come... we're here just past our fourth month in business, and still going strong, if not better than strong..(275+messgaes/month) We've seen a lot of people come, and a few people go. Always the leaving is the bad part, because alt.Callahan's isn't available to just anyone.. you need a computer account. So in effect some of us DO have a time limit on Calalahan's. I know I do.. and it's about 2 years, 'cause that's when I graduate college. Blah. But Two years is 6000+ messages-- and I plan to be here for the 5000th at least. Perhaps I don't need the Place as much as some people here do, but I am one of those who lend an ear and a hand. Or should I say a hoof? Anyhow, to those of you who still wait for a soulmate, patience. Don't jump too quick, wait for love to grow, and you'll find that the unwillingness to make the first move will quickly turn to impatience...and if the person goes away, perhaps that's not the particular soulmate for you. There will be others, though your best bet is with the first one you find. Time waits for nobody, and instead of rushing time along, one should enjoy every moment you can.. be aware of every passing second. And I should stop being late to class." He chuckles. "Time is a force to be reckoned with, but it's something we all have to live with. And right now it's nearly time for me to sign off again for a little while while I get to go home." He turns and walks away from the chalk line. "You know, I had an idea this afternoon, since I have all the articles of Callahan's (or at least the pertinent ones) squirreled away on my computer here. Someone should be writing this stuff down, since storing it away just doesn't do it. I'd like to, in fact, write something over the summer like one of the Callahan's books, except this one will have us in it... I am a decent writerm, but could never write a full length novel. SHort stories are more my style-- and it occurred to me that the Callahan's medium makes for a good putlet to write with. Therefore, I am now taking suggestions on what to put in 'Alt The World's A Callahan's', the book-based- on-the-newsgroup-based-on-the-books..and we'll send the work to Spider Robinson when we're done." "I'm juggling a table of contents around in my head.. 1---Open 25 Hours A Day -wherein Jake gets a nice surprise, and we introduce the newest patrons of the Place--all of us. 2--Cloaks Of Darkness, Dreams of Light --the discussion on Masks, and hiding behind personnas, and the inability to show one's true self to the world 3-- 101 Ways Which Won't Get You A Soulmate --a chapter which will get reposted every once in awhile 4--What This World Needs Is A >>HUGE<< Warm Fuzzy --self-explanatory 5--This Place Has Too Many Corners... --a collection of some of the more unusual ways people start their posts, and leave for the night 6--Every Day Is Pun-Day --a chapter with some of the wurst buns--err, puns from the bunch of you hotdogs... 7--Spare Me The De-Tales --all the Tall Tales that were'nt from someplace else (the 'Kicks Are For Trids' one is OLD!) --and the riddles we've seen 8-- Only The Beast Will Do --some of the more unusal personna's described 9-- Take a Left At The Tuning Fork --some of the more musically inclined people bring up their favorite songs, and Fast Eddie gets his work cut out for him" "And of course, there's more to come, naturally. I could use some input from you folks, like extra chapters (nine is cool, but there's bound to be more I haven't thought of that someone else thinks is a glaring hole. There might also be a set of short stories dedicated to one regular of Callahan's each ("A Nick-All-Plated Axe" sounds catchy) but I'd have to see about getting people's permission to write about them." "Chapter 1 I'd like to get the most input from you folks on, as it's the groundwork for the rest of the book. What I need from you if you want to be in the story is-- a)your real name b)the name you use in Callahan's c)the way you appear in Callahan's d)the way you got to Callahans e)the toast you liked the most (doesn't have to be yours) f)where you'd like to be seated in Callahan's g)..and of course, what you'll have to drink. People I'd really like to hear from; Chris Davis Alaric Jilara Greywolf Shadow (WHERE IS HE?) Chris Phoenix Gilly Nick Chopper James Webster Birdsall Diana Egly The Cynic (Grr.. now I have to find his mail address) Silverblack Robin Colgrove Kathy Li Octave (these are constant posters whom I recall off the top of my head....if I remember you, it's a good sign. If any of tje above would reather not appear in my account, also let me know.) -Taldin The Blue Unicorn Furry At Large Defender Of Light Author-Wanna-Be -- "You are blue, Unicorn.. the Blue of clear, cloudless days where everything seems like it's going right and nothing could go wrong.. and the Blue of despair and lonliness." -The Raven Taldin The Blue Unicorn in real life: jefyoung@pawl.rpi.edu Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!apple!ames!decwrl!shelby!lindy!news From: GC.DCW@forsythe.stanford.edu (SPRING FEVER) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: The newcomer speaks again Message-ID: <8412@lindy.Stanford.EDU> Date: 9 Mar 90 18:27:41 GMT Sender: news@lindy.Stanford.EDU (News Service) Lines: 72 Spike sat at his table rummaging around in his backpack, the damn thing seemed to never have a bottom, the more he rummaged the more things he seemed to pull from it. Finally, with a satisfied grunt, he pulled out a note-pad and a pencil. Getting up from his chair, he strolled over to the bar and pulled out his wallet. "What might ye be doing with the notebook, young man?", Callahan asked. "I wouldn't look too kindly on you using this place for your own personal gain, you know." Mike leaned forward and stared into the face of the newcomer, intently. Taken aback, Spike replied, "Umm, no, I was simply going to use it to remind myself of who people are. I am really horrible with names and while I am pretty good with faces it is really embarassing to forget a person's name." Shifting uneasily from foot to foot he continued, "That's okay isn't it?". Mike continued to stare into Spike's eyes for a few moments longer and then shrugged and said, "What'll you have?" Spike replied "Let's see, hmmmmm, I guess I'll try a 'Vulcan Death Grip'. That'll hit the spot." "It'll do more than hit the spot, it will assault the spot." "True", Spike replied. Taking his drink back to his table, Spike pondered some of the conversation he had been overhearing. He looked up suddenly and said to Silverblack: "I don't have the skills that you have, or the education, probably, but I think that I can provide you with a few words of whatever wisdom I've acquired along my path to here. "I have found that getting fired or laid off is just not fun, and at one point was living on the streets of San Jose. So, what I would say to you is this: Don't allow any of the negative B.S. to pull you down too far, because the search for a job can be pretty degrading. Trying to self yourself to an employer is a lot like being a prostitute, I think, and after a lot of that and no great results or of having one's hopes raised and then seeing them dashed upon the rocks of fate can really damage someone's morale. "If you can continue to believe in yourself through all the low times then sooner or later that worm will turn. It has been almost 6 years for me since I broke out from that stay on the streets, and I thank the Gods everyday for being where I am now. "Of course, as has been stated before, we're here if you need us (if I may be so bold to state that, me a newcomer, yet!) for whatever we can give. I have always seemed to be someone's big brother.....so, if you need to talk to someone new, my email address is GC.DCW@Forsythe.Stanford.EDU, and that goes for you or anybody else." Taking a quick drink and loosing his breath in the process he gasped and said, "That's enough out of me, back to lurking for awhile." Drinking the last of his drink and choking somemore he looked at the glass, the Fireplace, then Silverblack, and then the rest of all those wonderful folks and said to no one in particular: "Life, ain't it grand.....HA!" With a strong effort the glass shattered with a small burst of sparks against the back of the fireplace. Spike resumed reading from the book he had dragged from the infernal backpack. Spike Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!usc!cs.utexas.edu!uunet!zephyr.ens.tek.com!tektronix!nosun!fpssun!celit!kathy From: kathy@fps.com (the Rev. Mom) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: The Author I'd be is... Keywords: Lens, Lensman, Boskone Message-ID: <7186@celit.fps.com> Date: 9 Mar 90 02:08:31 GMT References: <8209@hubcap.clemson.edu> Sender: daemon@fps.com Reply-To: kathy@fps.com (the Rev. Mom) Distribution: usa Organization: FPS Computing Inc., San Diego CA Lines: 14 [a glass goes resounding into the fireplace] William Makepeace Thackeray. It's not every author with an insane wife who gets JANE EYRE dedicated to him that can still keep his sense of humor. Either that or Helene Hanff. --Kathy Li aka the Rev. Mom -- kathy@fps.com | "All it takes is a little graciousness." ucsd!celerity!kathy | Whoopi Goldberg, "Fontaine" ---------------------' Path: mit-eddie!mintaka!yale!think!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!brutus.cs.uiuc.edu!apple!arc!sarc!steve From: steve@arc.UUCP (Steve Savitzky) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: West Coast Callahans Meeting Timespace Coordinates Message-ID: <843@sarc.UUCP> Date: 9 Mar 90 06:58:42 GMT References: <9002270628.AA18526@ccb.ucsf.EDU> <20940041@hplred.HP.COM> Sender: news@sarc.UUCP Organization: Advansoft Research Corp, Santa Clara, CA Lines: 29 In article <20940041@hplred.HP.COM> egly@hplred.HP.COM (Diana Egly) writes: >Why do I suspect that if the time of the gathering at Steve's is from >noon to midnight that it's improbably that Callahan's people will be there >at the same time? Why do I suspect that there will be enough people >there that even if Callahan's people are all there at the same time that >it's improbably that all of us will meet? I think we should tighten the >constraints some if our expectations are that we will meet each other... The medium-sized teddybear pops in. A bolt of lightning (or more likely a power glitch) causes a temporary waver in his materialization, but he finally manages it. "Tell you what," Steve says, "A popular time for people to show up is somewhere around 5pm, since that's also when a lot of food starts arriving. Maybe the Callahans types could meet sixish in the computer room. That would give the evening crowd a chance to arrive, but not be too late for the earlybirds. Try not to mistake the kneehole of the desk for a fireplace! (Anyway, we use plastic glasses (plastics?) for parties.) Oh yes, authors again. My last post mentioned Cordwainer Smith, but I think somebody already signed up to preserve his books. Besides, I don't memorize very well. Stephen Hawking? _A Brief History of Time_ is short, and quite wonderful. -- \ Steve Savitzky \ Grand Central Starport \ REAL hackers use an AXE! \ steve@arc.UUCP \ 343 Leigh Avenue \ #include \ arc!steve@apple.COM \ San Jose, CA 95128 \ h:408-294-6492 w:727-3357 \__________________________________________________________________________ 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: Written/Spoken words Message-ID: <9003091701.AA25556@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM> Date: 10 Mar 90 01:01:09 GMT Sender: daemon@ucbvax.BERKELEY.EDU Lines: 16 Jilara has a dangerous glint in her eyes. "In the manner of my ancestors, I would remember the Kalevala. After all, that's how we retained it down the long centuries, anyway. I think we need to remember that oral tradition is not a new concept. And if books went away tomorrow, I would already be prepared to recite literal volumes of poetry, a couple long narratives by Longfellow, Tennyson, Alfred Noyes, Keats... Some of us never gave up the tradition, you know. Yes, I can see remembering prose as well, hear echos of words in my head. But then, it's in the family, for my grandfather was a rune-singer. Maybe I'll tell you some more about that, later. There are a few Finns who lurk around here, I notice. Maybe they might understand about rune-singers, unless of course, Finland has grown far too modern over this past century. Remember though, words matter." ---Jilara the Exile (jane%fsdcupt.csd@urbana.mcd.mot.com) Oh blessed e-mail, back on line again... Path: mit-eddie!bu.edu!lll-winken!brutus.cs.uiuc.edu!usc!cs.utexas.edu!mailrus!rutgers!njin!princeton!phoenix!jwbirdsa From: jwbirdsa@phoenix.Princeton.EDU (James Webster Birdsall) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Queue Dump Keywords: Lots of stuff Message-ID: <14404@phoenix.Princeton.EDU> Date: 10 Mar 90 01:48:23 GMT Organization: Princeton University, NJ Lines: 65 The green tiger stirs upon hearing his name(s) bandied about... { Actually, this is going to turn into one of my usual rambling postings... I've got quite a queue to dump this time. } { To begin with, Kai Nao! About time you came out of the shadows. Have a drink on me... } { Secondly, the vampire scarecrow has been officially decomissioned. I'm the green tiger now, although I'm thinking of renaming myself Speaker to Computers. It's one of those years... } { Silverblack: I wish you as much luck in your search as I have the energy to spare, although it's sort of depressing from my point of view. You see, I'm looking for a job -- my first -- in programming right now. If they're canning people with _your_ sort of credentials, I'm doomed. Which is something I've been suspecting for some time now, given the number of rejection letters I've gotten. Argh. } { Um. What else was I going to say?... Oh yeah, about being sharp, with reference to M?. Eades' postings recently. I'm here to offer an opposing viewpoint. I've spend most of my life learning to be mellow about things. If I went around trying to correct every statement I heard that was not supported by the facts at hand or just plain wrong, I would never have any time to do anything else. I have gradually learned that most of it isn't really important. I used to give the time down to the second; now I round to five minutes if I'm not in a hurry. I used to be unable to explain things in general terms because, in leaving out the details and exceptions, I was giving an explanation that was technically wrong and hence useless. I learned that it was a genuine waste of my time because people just don't want to hear it. They don't have the time and usually can't absorb that much detail anyway. I can tell when I'm getting stressed out because things like this start to annoy me. Accuracy is still a big part of my life and I try to preserve it internally, so it takes energy to not let mistakes get though to me. But it is an effort worth making, I think. Sometimes it's important. There are some misconceptions that shouldn't be allowed to pass unremarked. But most of the time it just _doesn't_ matter. } { Whoof. Enough from me, anyway. I'd really like to hear what other people have to say on the matter... } { Hm. I've been lying by the fire for so many weeks now that I should be cooked through. And I should give Nick a break and get out of his way. } The tiger looks speculatively at the rafters, which are broad and dark and intriguing. { Hey, anybody who's lurking up there, could you give me a sign so I don't land on top of you? } He watches his chosen spot carefully and sees nothing, although other corners of the roof display the odd sparkle or two. He takes a mighty leap and lands gracefully on the beam. It turns out to be not quite so wide as he thought and his feet dangle on either side. { Well, it's realistic, anyway. } He smiles a Cat-smile at those below. { And if my tail falls over the side, please, for god's sake, nobody pull it? Thanks... } -- James W. Birdsall jwbirdsa@phoenix.Princeton.EDU jwbirdsa@pucc.BITNET ...allegra!princeton!phoenix!jwbirdsa Compu$erve: 71261,1731 "For it is the doom of men that they forget." -- Merlin Path: mit-eddie!mintaka!yale!think!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!brutus.cs.uiuc.edu!psuvax1!psuvm!emd101 From: EMD101@psuvm.psu.edu Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: a familiar entrance Message-ID: <90068.191939EMD101@psuvm.psu.edu> Date: 10 Mar 90 00:19:39 GMT Organization: Penn State University Lines: 26 And you're spending some time at Callahan's again, sitting back, listening to conversations going on around you. Suddenly you look over towards the bar. A ringing in the air, a familiar shimmer -- and now the away team from the USS Enterprise has materialized in the room. Captain James T. Kirk gazes calmly about the place as Science Officer Spock and Doctor McCoy take some tricorder readings. A red-shirted security officer looks nervously about for possible sources of danger. The men stand there a moment, absorbing a Callahanian monologue or two. "You people," Kirk says expansively in inexplicably unaccented twentieth- century English, "do take life very seriously." Dramatic pause. "Life," he intones, "is like Fizzbin. The rules are arbitrary, even ludicrous -- but sometimes, you just have to try to play." He pauses again and gives you a boyish grin. "And sometimes, it can be fun!" McCoy chuckles, as a happy little oboe tune expresses lighthearted agreement. Spock raises an eyebrow. "Indeed, Captain?" Kirk flips open his communicator. "Four to beam up, gentlemen." Another brief shimmer, and the away team is gone. Another strange new world has been explored and healed.