Path: mit-eddie!bu.edu!bu-pub.bu.edu!ckd From: ckd@bu-pub.bu.edu (Christopher Davis) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Rumblings Message-ID: Date: 13 Mar 90 06:06:17 GMT References: <9003121613.AA19200@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM> <1990Mar13.024513.6410@chaos.cs.brandeis.edu> Sender: news@bu.edu.bu.edu Reply-To: ckd@bu-pub.bu.edu (Christopher Davis) Organization: Boston University School of Management Lines: 32 In-reply-to: adam@chaos.cs.brandeis.edu's message of 13 Mar 90 02:45:13 GMT "Okay, I *think* that'll do it. At the very least, I can shunt the truck off into another dimension, get it out of the way, that sort of thing... let me try this." Chris punches some buttons on what appears to be a remote-control of some sort, and the truck fades away. "Good. I'll just bring it back when I'm getting ready to leave. And yes, I'll give you all warning first." adam@chaos.cs.brandeis.edu (David C. Kaplowitz) said: > "Anybody know of a good sf bookstore? "Yup. Try 'Pandemonium' in Harvard Square. I realize it's a bit of a trip for our West Coast Callahanians, but it shouldn't be too bad a trip from Brandeis. It's at 8 JFK Street (if you remember Spike MacPhee's Science Fantasy Bookstore, you know the place). 10% discount on paperbacks, and lots and lots of good books." > "Hmm, what's this? Thank you. _The Ghost of Carmen ... Who? Haunting > what? I guess I just have to read it ..." "I did. It's good. One of the better shared-worlds (it's not really a shared-world, more of a shared-joke...which adds to its charm, I think)." "Mike, howzabout another ginger ale?" "To books...often the cheapest travels to the most wondrous places!" (* CRASH *) -- Christopher Davis, BU SMG '90 <...!bu.edu!bu-pub!ckd> "Basic upshot - get your science straight, or start getting used to the taste of your Nikes." --Siobahn Morgan, thebang@blake.acs.washington.edu Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!ucbvax!goldfarb@ocf.berkeley.edu From: goldfarb@ocf.berkeley.edu (David Goldfarb) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Grin-- Some Dreams Come True Message-ID: <34897@ucbvax.BERKELEY.EDU> Date: 13 Mar 90 06:55:01 GMT References: <1990Mar13.044742.13859@chaos.cs.brandeis.edu> Sender: usenet@ucbvax.BERKELEY.EDU Reply-To: goldfarb@ocf.Berkeley.EDU (David Goldfarb) Organization: ucb Lines: 18 In article <1990Mar13.044742.13859@chaos.cs.brandeis.edu> adam@chaos.cs.brandeis.edu (David C. Kaplowitz) writes: )"A round for all on this joyous ocasion!" comes boiling forth from the )potbellied one in the center. "I'll have one--a ginger ale, Mike." "To Taldin's Lady!" The glass arcs towards the fireplace--but halfway there it shatters into a cloud of multicolored butterflies. They flutter and sparkle in the light. One of the butterflies makes its uncertain way to Taldin and Joelle. Landing on her hand, it turns warm and fuzzy. Another lands on the Cynic's nose and does the same. A note drops from it: "You looked like you needed one of these :-)" David Goldfarb goldfarb@ocf.berkeley.edu (Insert standard disclaimer) "We control the vertical; we control the horizontal. We would control the diagonal, but frankly, we don't want to go up against the diagonal's union." -- Jeff Meyer, aka Moriarty Path: mit-eddie!rutgers!usc!samsung!emory!cambridge.apple.com!bloom-beacon!eru!luth!sunic!mcsun!ukc!mucs!r1!pjc From: pjc@r1.uucp (Peter Crowther (CAG ra)) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Queue Dump Summary: Another queue dump Keywords: Lots of stuff Message-ID: <1068@m1.cs.man.ac.uk> Date: 12 Mar 90 15:05:42 GMT References: <14404@phoenix.Princeton.EDU> Sender: news@cs.man.ac.uk Reply-To: pjc@uk.ac.man.cs.r1 (Peter Crowther (CAG ra)) Organization: Just at the moment, total disorganisation would be accurate! Lines: 114 In article <14404@phoenix.Princeton.EDU> jwbirdsa@phoenix.Princeton.EDU (James Webster Birdsall) writes: > > The green tiger stirs upon hearing his name(s) bandied about... ... and Peter opens his eyes from where he's been snoozing by the fireplace (Nick has lifted his feet up occasionally to sweep under them, with no visible effect). "I don't know about 'lurking', but I've not been saying much recently. Time to put that right, I think. > { Actually, this is going to turn into one of my usual rambling >postings... I've got quite a queue to dump this time. } "Mmm... me too. >{[...] I'm the green tiger now, although I'm thinking of renaming myself >Speaker to Computers. It's one of those years... } "Howzabout trying 'Speaker to Humans'? I've been trying 'Speaker to Computers' for the last... what... six or seven years, anyway. It's wonderful... you go right into yourself... no other people to worry about offending... just brainwork, day in, day out. A form of mental masturbation :-). "Round about Christmas (just after my first Callahan's posting - in the replies in fact) it was made very obvious to me that I'd become rather too introverted. I've been spending the time since then trying to turn that around. I've made a few mistakes" (he remembers a couple of embarrassing occasions and turns red, then shrugs, grins and turns his usual colour), "but I've learned that, in general, it's no use lying awake nights thinking about them. As I believe I have said before, but would like to say again, thank you to everyone who responded to that first post." > { 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. >[...]} "Don't you believe it. There are many, many computing jobs. All require DIFFERENT credentials and skills. One of my friends is being sacked because he's OVERqualified for the job (and they don't want to pay him what he's worth or what the job's worth). I've been refused jobs at two companies; the jobs were very similar, but one said I was overqualified, the other that I was underqualified. You figure it out... but keep on trying. Somewhere out there is a job with your name on it. "Silverblack: That goes for you too. Which brings me to a toast, I suppose..." Peter gets up from the rocking chair and wanders over to the bar. "A half of bitter shandy, please, Mike - I wouldn't want to overload Nick with a pint glass." He grins, and drops another pound coin on the bar. "Run out of dollars; when is the world going to use a common currency?" Mike accepts it, somewhat dubiously. Peter takes the drink and walks over to the pickup, where a new line has been marked. He gulps the drink, declaims "To differences! May we never forget that each of us is a unique, once-in-a-lifetime, never-to-be-repeated gift from Nature to itself!" and throws the glass squarely into the fire. He then jumps down off the tailgate and shambles back to his chair. > { 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 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. } "Yes. However, I have a different problem again: I used to be *too* timid about correcting people. I've had to *work* at that (and it's probably the hardest part of becoming less introverted - saying to others 'I KNOW YOU'RE WRONG!'), and it's caused pain on both sides. On the other hand, I'm no longer on the brink of a nervous breakdown. "I think there's a middle ground here. I dislike being corrected whenever I make a minor error. Equally, I *want* to be corrected *before* I make a major one. It just needs the give-and-take to exist." [the tiger climbs onto a roof beam] > { 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... } Peter reaches *through* the air by his side; his hand returns with a marker pen, a hole punch, some soft ribbon and a piece of white card. He quickly scribbles something on the card, punches two holes, threads the ribbon through. Putting the punch and the pen back *through* onto his desk in his virtual world, he gets up and wanders over to the tail dangling invitingly. He ties the sign (gently!) to the tail, looks round, grins self-consciously and retires to his seat to await results. +---------------------------------+ | | | I don't mind tall tales. | | I don't mind leg-pulling. | | But NOBODY pull this tall tail. | | | +---------------------------------+ >James W. Birdsall jwbirdsa@phoenix.Princeton.EDU jwbirdsa@pucc.BITNET - 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!agate!earthquake.Berkeley.EDU!gwh From: gwh@earthquake.Berkeley.EDU (George William Herbert) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Spring Break, Time For A Story... Keywords: We're HERE.... Message-ID: <1990Mar13.080524.7347@agate.berkeley.edu> Date: 13 Mar 90 08:05:24 GMT Sender: usenet@agate.berkeley.edu (USENET Administrator;;;;ZU44) Reply-To: gwh@OCF.Berkeley.EDU (Maniac) Organization: Callahan's Listeners Corps Lines: 36 ... > >> 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 As the official representative of the Callahans Listeners Corps, i want to protest :-) you're ignoring a lot of us... [this from maniac who's been sitting back and listening for a while ] > > > -Taldin The Blue Unicorn >> Author-Wanna-Be > >Aren't we all? > >Cynic There is no such thing as an author-wanna-be. either you write or you don't :-) of course, getting published isn't quite as easy.... -maniac who though he has had little to add has been listening intently. Path: mit-eddie!mit-amt!snorkelwacker!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!wuarchive!psuvax1!rutgers!mcnc!thorin!unc!gottscha From: gottscha@unc.cs.unc.edu (Stefan Gottschalk) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: hell Message-ID: <12571@thorin.cs.unc.edu> Date: 13 Mar 90 05:55:21 GMT References: <9060035@hpfcso.hp.com> <1990Mar12.143842.20006@granite.cr.bull.com> Sender: news@thorin.cs.unc.edu Reply-To: gottscha@dopey.cs.unc.edu (Stefan Gottschalk) Distribution: usa Organization: University Of North Carolina, Chapel Hill Lines: 95 In article <1990Mar12.143842.20006@granite.cr.bull.com> mwolf@granite.cr.bull.com (mary-anne wolf) writes: >Cynic writes: > >(really interesting material deleted) > >> certainly rage is not hate, but I think that >> the emotions may be connected, and it disturbs >> me that I do not have complete control. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^! > >(more deleted) > >>still the cynic > >A female voice responds from the vicinity of the ceiling. > > [...] > >I made a decision that anger should be expressed >quickly and verbally. I now have a tongue that can cut like a knife, >and I might even have a reputation of not being a nice person, but at >least no-one is frightened of me, and I have not really hurt anyone >because I have never let the anger build to a point where I wanted ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^! >to. That is much easier than finding somewhere to put it once it >has built up. > > [...] Cynic asks, on the subject of hate, "Have you ever felt it, or are we all above such things?" Well, certainly I'm not above such things. Hate is a Big Word, and I don't think I could honestly say that I frequently feel hatred for someone or something, but quite often someone 'gets on my nerves in a big way.' Usually I don't do anything, though. I just sit on it, which is the Wrong Thing To Do. I feel Mary-Anne is right on the money when she acts on her anger. I would do a lot better if I did more of the same. As it is, it just accumulates in my neck muscles (by the law of Conservation of Irritation, if it don't come out, it just stays in). Now, to Cynic's question, and to his reference to control, above. I personally don't believe I should be held at all responsible for what I feel. My emotions are creatures unto their own. My free will enters the scene when I choose how to act upon what I feel. So I don't control my emotions themselves, but I control MYSELF. Have I ever felt it? Certainly. Am I above it? Of course not. Opening this discussion to feelings in general, just for the moment: There have been times when I have felt guilt or shame for a variety of feelings, ranging from envy and hatred to lust. But I think it's best to recognize what you feel, and accept it. If what you're feeling bothers you, then examine it, find out where it comes from. Case in point: I live in a house with 6 other students. The guy in the next room is named Jeff. He has a tendency to laugh out loud for no apparent reason. He'll do this, perhaps because he has thought of or read something that strikes him as funny, and he'll laugh openly for 30 seconds or so (that's a long time). And it used to bug the hell (sorry Cyninc) out of me. Why? I think because I'm envious. I've been in a generally lousy mood all semester, and there's this guy in the next room having a ball for no good reason. ]-( Well, I didn't act on it, in the sense that I just got angry at him and let him know it. What would I say? "Damnit, stop being cheerful!" No, that would be letting my feelings control my actions. Instead, I recognized that I was just in a lousy mood, and I was simply envious. So I went and asked him what was going through his head, and we had a nice long discussion about a variety of things concerning human consciousness, feelings, and so forth (almost always a discussion with Jeff leads to Deep Philosophy). So everything's perfect now, right? Well, no, not really. I'm still in a general bad mood, and Jeff still laughs out loud, and I always react the same way. But almost immediately I think about how silly I'm being, why I'm angry, and it sort of dispels itself. I'm not sure why that works. Maybe something like that simply cannot persist when it is recognized for what it truly is (like the shadow-thing in 'A Wizard of Earthsea'? ooh!, speaking of authors, has anyone claimed Ursula?). What's my point? Here: too many people try to control themselves without bothering to recognize the deep causes of their turmoil. To resist the natural, instinctive impulse to act on your rage will simply frustrate (or further enrage) you, and it builds on itself. It's better to recognize what's going on in your head, and the mere recognition helps to cope with the anger or whatever without the added frustration of 'holding yourself back'. It doesn't make it go away, but it helps (me, anyway). > >Mary-Anne >mwolf@pws.bull.com or mwolf@granite.cr.bull.com > >"I'm nobody. Who are you? Are you a nobody too?" Nobody here but us nobodies. Hs & WFs -stefan (gottscha@dopey.cs.unc.edu) Path: mit-eddie!mintaka!think!yale!cs.utexas.edu!samsung!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!mips!apple!arc!sarc!steve From: steve@arc.UUCP (Steve Savitzky) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: A song Summary: The bear is an incurable romantic Message-ID: <847@sarc.UUCP> Date: 13 Mar 90 08:39:17 GMT Sender: news@sarc.UUCP Distribution: alt Organization: Advansoft Research Corp, Santa Clara, CA Lines: 84 The medium-sized teddybear pops in around midnight. There is an annoying whine in the background which can be identified as a rather noisy, but functional, hard disk drive. It fades as the bear completes its metamorphosis into Steve. He puts a dollar on the bar and Mike replaces it with some slightly greenish gin out of the red ceramic bottle. Some people notice that he is wearing another single folded up inside a plastic badgeholder. Steve wanders over to a table near the piano and unslings his guitar, asking, "Anybody mind a love song? I wrote this for Colleen last month -- got it done two days after Valentine's Day. If there's somebody here with a fiddle, I could use some help on the break. Afraid I haven't had time to make sheet music yet, though." The AI inside the guitar adds, "He means he's too lazy and damned close to a musical illiterate. I put up with him anyway." "Shut up and let me sing." =================================================================== EYES LIKE THE MORNING Copyright 1990 Stephen Savitzky (BMI). All Rights Reserved. (For Colleen, with all my love) A Asus2 A D A She was sitting in the coffeehouse, seventeen years old; Esus4 D Em Grey eyes like the morning sky, lit with streaks of gold; D Dsus2 G Em I had no way of knowing where it all would end Asus2 D Em When I looked into those sunlit eyes and knew I'd found a friend. A Asus4 She had D Dsus2 G* D (play DA) Eyes like the morning, smile like the sun, G D Dsus2 Em Voice like the forest glades where rippling waters run; D Dsus2 G Em Love soft as starlight, deeper than the sea, Asus2 Asus4 A Asus2 A D Em Asus2 Dsus2 D When eyes like the morning look at me. Fifteen years together doesn't seem so long: Days of rain and roses; laughter, love, and song; Mystery and moonlight; mornings when I rise And see myself reflected with the sunrise in her eyes. (refrain) (inst. bridge -- viola, maybe?) Listen! the stars are calling, with a wild and distant sound, And there's no way to answer when you're stuck down on the ground, But I see our daughter gazing at the deep and starry skies, Looking past the darkness, with tomorrow in her eyes. (refrain) NOTE: G* = D 5 frets up, play high 4 strings only. ================================================================== "Where's Colleen?" Fast Eddy asks. "She went to sleep early tonight," Steve answers; one can see the shadowy form of a cat curled up at his feet. "Anyway, I've been wanting to sing that song here for a while, and I figured that since it got wiped out in my hard disk crash and I had to type it in again from the hardcopy anyhow, this would be a good occasion..." "You better sing *my* song next time, or I'll bust a string in your face," the guitar says. "With that, I think we'd better be going. Oh yes, -- To Love!" <*CRASH*> "And you can find it in the damndest places, too. Keep looking." -- \ 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 \__________________________________________________________________________ Newsgroups: alt.callahans Path: mit-eddie!mintaka!mintaka!jeff From: jeff@au-bon-pain.jj.lcs.mit.edu (Jeff Sutherland) Subject: Reindeer, heh, heh... Message-ID: Sender: news@mintaka.lcs.mit.edu Organization: MIT Lab for Computer Science, Cambridge, Mass. Distribution: alt.callahans Date: 13 Mar 90 14:32:12 Lines: 58 A young man, one leg shorter than the other stutters up to the bar. He slowly pulls out a crumpled bill and deposits it on the counter. "Tequila, Mike." Mike's sure hand measure's an exact amount of the amber liquid into a shot glass. The man regards it for a moment swirling it to catch the light, then tossing it back in a smooth practiced motion. Jerking himself towards the line he is nearly knocked over by a dangerously swinging tail. Catching himself on a chair, he pulls hims, grins at the innocent looking tiger, and makes his way to the line. "Hello," he issues forth quietly, "I have listened from the doorway for a while now and several recent events have given me pause. On reading Jazz's post on the Lapplander's I remembered a story that I had heard recently. Apparently, the Lapplander's have become another casualty of the Nuclear Age. For, unbeknownst to them, the fallout pattern from Chernobyl laid a not unsignificant portion of radioactive isotopes on their doorstep. These poisons were soon absorbed by the native plant life which is kept in moderate check by, you guessed it, the reindeer. Now, imagine the dilemma facing the Finnish government. An entire segment of your population is based on reindeer, they herd them, eat their meat, sell their hides, etc. and all the reindeer are radioactive. So the Finns did what any other self-respecting government would do, they dyed them electric blue. Now if the idea of blue reindeer alone isn't enough to set you off into horrified giggles (sorta gives Santa a new appearance, eh?) it gets worse. The only other section of the Lappland economy that had any hope was mink farming. And they figured, hey, the minks are doomed anyway, so let's feed them cheap. And so they did, with bright neon blue radioactive reindeer. Since the meat was useless, anyway... Regardless, next time you go shopping for a fur coat, well, be advised... "I also wish to acknowledge Taldin's success, my wishes go with you and your lady... "Also, thanks Cynic, I am glad you are. "As to the oral tradition, Southeast Asian Buddhists still keep that one going strong, in a fairly unique manner, of which I highly approve. (truly impossible to describe, it must be seen) "If no one has spoken otherwise, I believe I would choose Tom Robbins to remember, perhaps Still Life with Woodpecker "To Outlaws" he cries, and hurls his glass into the fireplace, pulls up the closest chair and sinks into it with a sigh. -limper jeff@mcrc.mot.com Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!ucbvax!fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM!jane From: jane@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM (Jane Beckman x4030) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: More Shared Joy! Message-ID: <9003131231.AA04969@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM> Date: 13 Mar 90 20:31:59 GMT Sender: daemon@ucbvax.BERKELEY.EDU Lines: 61 Jilara grins, her eyes sparkling, watching Taldin and his lady. "Well, I kinda knew something like this might happen, based on some conversations we had... But he's not the only one here with a tale. I hinted at a few things a while back..." She holds her glass up to the light and watches the way the light glints gold in the depths of the amber liquid. "Not a silver goblet, this time, but I remember holding one here, a while back... I was not in the best of shape, mentally, back then I found the place because I needed to. I wasn't the only one. This fellow in black armor came in and bought the lady a drink in a silver goblet, and said he had a feeling we had a lot we could talk about. A fine pair of exiles, Samurai with no master, people lost along the way, not understanding the rules this poor old world lives by... Funny, but I found sometimes it was hard to tell which of us had made a comment, it reflected such similar thought. I sent him some stories about exile. He sent me some poetry on a similar theme. And in the poetry was one that seemed to be written in reply to something..." She shakes her head. "It was, clever man, a ploy. I wrote back, carefully. (His usenet account was gone, with his job, by then.) Like spies passing signs and countersigns... One night, when the shakes hit me really bad, I finally used his phone number and called..." She smiles at the room. "The rest is history. Oh, my poor phone bill, calling Seattle! But that's going to change, soon. You see, Alaric is going to move down to the Bay Area to be with me... There have been a few major rocks thrown in the way, but few things can really stop a couple people who BELONG together. I think it was something of a surprise when Taldin called Alaric, last month, and he said "And guess what? Jilara is here, too. Want to talk to her?" You see, he's a person that I might create for a story, but certainly never expected to exist. He said the same of me. We were sort of afraid if we met, we might just disappear in a blinding flash, like matter and antimatter meeting. My best friend heard awful things about him, and was trying to keep us apart. But then she got to know him, and found he reminded her absolutely uncannily of ME. She's now become fond of him, because he's like a male version of me." She shakes her head. "So, there's another tale to add to the Legends of Callahans! "We're both still having problems, I'm still suffering post-traumatic shock and personality disorders, we're both still Exiles, but hey---we're riding this road together, and that makes things a helluva lot better! Alaric said that Phil, his alter-ego, had been treated pretty badly by life, and it had been a long time since he'd heard him laugh, when he posted in here in mid-December. Well, I've heard him laugh an awful lot, lately. Most recently on the phone, last night, as we plotted a caving expedition together... Exile isn't too bad, if you've got someone to share it. Cherryh's Morgaine keeps going with Vanye as her companion, ranging the worlds---hmmm, maybe I could remember some of C.J.Cherryh's stuff for the "author's list." So, anyway, I've been channelling Alaric a bit, you may have notice. That ghostly shape still checks in, now and then." She snaps her fingers, and a figure in black armor, his eyes sparkling like hers, drifts out of a virtual corner and comes to stand behind her. "He hopes to be a little more substantial here, soon." His misty hands rest on her shoulders. "But now," she covers one badly-scarred hand briefly as she looks up, "I have a toast." She gets up and walks to the chalk line. "To Companions of the Road, Exiles meeting, and to Callahans Place itself, for being at the Nexus of Worlds! It's going to be a good spring!" She drains the glass and hurls it. A cry of "Hear, hear!" goes up in the Place. --Jilara the Exile jane%fsdcup.csd@urbana.mcd.mot.com Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!apple!usc!brutus.cs.uiuc.edu!psuvax1!psuvm!emd101 From: EMD101@psuvm.psu.edu Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Spring Break, Time For A Story... Message-ID: <90072.144110EMD101@psuvm.psu.edu> Date: 13 Mar 90 19:41:10 GMT References: , daq@hpfcso.HP.COM (Doug Quarnstrom) says: > >> Octave > >That is Oktave. > >>-Taldin The Blue Unicorn > >Cynic > Aha. I believe I spelled the name with a 'c' the first time or two, and in private correspondence. The change was made to a 'k' at some later time. It will be changed to other letters at random intervals. Just kidding. Isn't this an interesting topic? --Oktave Path: mit-eddie!bu.edu!lll-winken!uunet!image.soe.clarkson.edu!news From: stadnism@clutx.clarkson.edu (Steven Stadnicki,,,) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Grin-- Some Dreams Come True Message-ID: <1990Mar13.220132.25801@sun.soe.clarkson.edu> Date: 13 Mar 90 22:01:32 GMT References: Sender: news@sun.soe.clarkson.edu Reply-To: stadnism@clutx.clarkson.edu Organization: Clarkson University, Potsdam, NY Lines: 16 From article , by jm7w+@andrew.cmu.edu (Joelle Ann Mellon): > "TO LOVE! >>CRASH<<" > "It can happen to any of us when we least expect it." > Taldin interrupts, "If I can find one..so can you!" A muffled sigh comes from the side of the room. "Well, almost, but you're forgetting something; you have three big things going for you that will *always* help you meet people of any sort: you're interesting, you're fun (and again, interesting) to talk to, and you're *easy* to talk to. Don't under- estimate the importance of any of those. There are lots of little things, but those are the big ones. Anyways, to you and Joelle!" <*crash*> Steven Stadnicki stadnism@clutx.clarkson.edu