Path: mit-eddie!rutgers!njin!princeton!phoenix!jwbirdsa From: jwbirdsa@phoenix.Princeton.EDU (James Webster Birdsall) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Information Keywords: Information Overload Message-ID: <14975@phoenix.Princeton.EDU> Date: 31 Mar 90 01:07:29 GMT Organization: Princeton University, NJ Lines: 32 The tiger sleeping on the rafters stirs when he hears Betsy Bo's plight. {Information overload is a serious condition,} he says. {I should know. Information is, so to speak, what I'm all about. See my .sig, for example.} {On the one hand, I never have as much information as I'd like. On the other hand, I have a fund of information vast beyond my ability to control it or use all of it effectively. Getting all of the relevant data can take hours or even days.} {I have had to learn to distinguish between 'core' data and data which can be easily rederived from the core and which therefore does not need to be stored. I have thousands of files and pieces of paper which both handle the overflow and provide a more reliable means of long-term storage than my own memory.} {And I don't have mental dead time at all. There's always something that I need to think about. Or want to think about. When I want to sleep, I have to deliberately stop thinking.} {I have a hard time conceiving of other ways of living. I know they exist, but it's hard to imagine not wanting to know as much as possible about just about everything. That's not to say that there aren't some subjects which are more interesting than others. But information of any sort may someday be useful.} {But there is definitely such a thing as too much at once, and it isn't a pleasant experience. I hope you recover soon, Betsy.} -- 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!rutgers!njin!princeton!phoenix!jwbirdsa From: jwbirdsa@phoenix.Princeton.EDU (James Webster Birdsall) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Cats and Things and Stuff Message-ID: <14977@phoenix.Princeton.EDU> Date: 31 Mar 90 01:56:45 GMT Organization: Princeton University, NJ Lines: 57 {As long as I'm awake, I might as well keep talking.} The green tiger grins. {The TA of Doom has a good point. I suppose it has a lot to do with who you are and how much of this sort of thing happens to you. I imagine that after a while it wears on the nerves.} {My current opinion is that if somebody is silly enough to give me an advantage, I'll take it. Unless the somebody is a friend, in which case I ask and make sure that they really do know what they're doing. But if this sort of thing happened to me every day of my life, I'd probably get pretty irate about it too.} {What was I going to say... oh, yes. I have an announcement to make. The local AIs running my kittens when they're detached are indeed designed to emulate kittens. But they do not, repeat do not, attack birds, dogs, drinks, people, warm fuzzies, or even bagpipes. They are civilized kittens, if that isn't a contradiction in terms. Please bear this in mind.} {And Thyst, I know what cats are like. I lived the first two thirds of my life with a cat older than I was. When he died, we got three kittens and they're all still alive and well, but getting old now. There is a bit much romanticizing of the cat around here, but it doesn't seem like a terrible thing. There are much worse things to romanticize.} {And in my own case, I wear this body not so much because I worship the cat as because I don't like mine and I have to show up as *something*. I might have gone with a dragon but somehow hard and scaly just doesn't feel right, whereas warm and furry does.} {And this body has certain characteristics which I wish I could have myself. It is the body of a genuine predator, with the instincts and physical resources to match.} {Does everybody know those little lap dogs which yap all the time and try to act ferocious? They have the character and the instincts of a wolf, and nobody's told them that they don't have a wolf's body to back it up. So they end up looking ridiculous.} {There are days when I feel like that. I have what you might call the character of a predator, although neither word is really quite what I mean, but I don't have anything to back it up with.} {Oh hell, this isn't going to make any sense unless I'm more specific, and I can't do that. There are things man was never meant to know, and I know a few of them, and look what it's done to me.} {On the other hand, if you think you know what I'm talking about, I'd love to hear from you. But I'll be really surprised if anybody gets it right.} The tiger gets a faraway look in his eyes. A kitten pads out from underneath a table and quietly ascends the stairs to listen to the piper. Then the tiger stretches out on his rafter and is silent, listening to those below... -- 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!snorkelwacker!usc!cs.utexas.edu!mailrus!iuvax!noose.ecn.purdue.edu!mentor.cc.purdue.edu!f3w From: f3w@mentor.cc.purdue.edu (Mark Gellis) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Radio Free Colorado Message-ID: <9093@mentor.cc.purdue.edu> Date: 31 Mar 90 19:19:44 GMT References: <9060050@hpfcso.HP.COM> Reply-To: f3w@mentor.cc.purdue.edu (Mark Gellis) Organization: Purdue University Lines: 4 The Man Who Talked with Books, who has been listening, and nursing a Harp beer for quite a while, overhears a mention of our location in the cosmos. He says, quietly, "Actually, it's the Virgo supercluster, but I know what you're trying to say." He smiles and goes back to his beer. Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!usc!cs.utexas.edu!mailrus!iuvax!noose.ecn.purdue.edu!mentor.cc.purdue.edu!f3w From: f3w@mentor.cc.purdue.edu (Mark Gellis) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: The fencers discover someone new Keywords: I sing you the logic of steel - Heinlein Message-ID: <9094@mentor.cc.purdue.edu> Date: 31 Mar 90 19:29:16 GMT References: <9003271419.AA12102@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM> <14548@reed.UUCP> <35194@ucbvax.BERKELEY.EDU> Reply-To: f3w@mentor.cc.purdue.edu (Mark Gellis) Organization: Purdue University Lines: 8 The Man Who Talked with Books buys Kathy another coke. He attaches to it a note that reads... Dear Lady, If you would like someone to talk to, please invite me over and I'll do my best to be a good listener. Path: mit-eddie!rutgers!usc!brutus.cs.uiuc.edu!psuvax1!xavier!news From: jdh92@campus.swarthmore.edu (Hildebaby) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: When it rains it pours. Message-ID: Date: 31 Mar 90 23:00:17 GMT Sender: news@xavier.swarthmore.edu (USENET News System) Organization: Ministry of Propaganda - SWIL Lines: 61 Hildebaby slowly walks into the room. He waves to Eritria, "Hello there and welcome. I had not realized you had so elegant a streak in you. I'm afraid I can not come close to matching you." He also nods at Alex and Nao and offers a wan sympathetic look. "Not much I can say I'm afraid." Then dragging his way up to the bar he lays a single on the bar and gets a root beer. The others notice that he is keeping a decent distance from everyone else. Finally he makes his way up to the chalk line. Looking slightly apologetic he speaks, "I suspect this will wind up mainly being a long outburst of self-pity. I've felt like crying or screaming for several days, but I just haven't had the energy. "I have been and still am sick. It started as just a sore throat, but when it didn't turn into a cold, but got worse I went to the Health Center here. They checked first for strep, then figured out what it really is. I've got mono. "I've never realized how active a person I can be until now. The worst part of having mono is that you just don't have the energy to do anything. You mainly feeling like sitting around staring at nothing. I haven't even been able to keep up with all the postings here. "A couple days ago my situation got worse. I found out that the summer job that I had lined up and was looking forward to, fell through. The professor who was sponsoring me found out that the project she was collaborating on out of town is going to take up more time than she thought, and so she couldn't supervise me enough this summer to make my activities worthwhile. She's desperately looking around for something else for me to do, but for now I feeling helpless. "I'm falling behind on my work, as in inevitable with mono, but I'm such a damn overachiever that I can't rest. I'm probably making myself even more sick by trying to stay reasonably close to caught up. It's not working though. I had a seminar in my major yesterday, and for the last hour I sat there thinking 'Huh?' "My SO has stood by me, but she's busy too and even when we are together, well... Conducting a relationship at an arm's length away can be exceedingly frustrating. "I feel so helpless. I tend to be a very 'take-charge' sort of person and I'm finding this sitting and not being able to do anything so horrible!" Glancing around he notices that people seem to be staring at the air beside him. Looking carefully he sees a fuzzy that seems to be visible only part of the time. With a weak grin he says, "Hmm, well what do you know. Yesterday in my physics class they were using the term 'quantum fuzzies' to refer to the model for the hydrogen atom. I don't think this is what they had in mind, but I'm willing to bet that is a quantum fuzzy. Sort of fits the way I feel right now I guess." With an underhand toss, his glass goes flying into the fireplace. "To recovery. May it find me soon." And then he staggers off in search of a bed. -Jeff =-=-=-=-=-=-="Unprepared! That's the student's marching song."-=-=-=-=-=-=- Jeff Hildebrand Swarthmore College, Swarthmore PA 19081 JDH92@campus.swarthmore.edu or JDH92@SWARTHMR.BITNET "I plan to live forever or die trying" - Vila, Blake's 7 "I want to see the universe, not rule it!" - The Doctor, Doctor Who Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!usc!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!uwm.edu!psuvax1!xavier!news From: nap92@campus.swarthmore.edu Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: LJBFing Message-ID: Date: 1 Apr 90 01:14:24 GMT Sender: news@xavier.swarthmore.edu (USENET News System) Organization: SWIL Lines: 34 Nao looks up again with a start and sighs. She stares down at the green kitling she has been absently stroking. "Well, James. Now I'm in your shoes again. I"m not feeling too good right now. I broke up with a very good friend of mine this morning, and am feeling guilty about it. But it just wasn't working out quite right, and so we've stepped over into a different good way of being friends. (Did I manage to say that quite the way I meant it? hm. I think so.)." She drapes the kitten over her shoulder, picks up the ginger beer bottle, and walks over to Hildebaby. "Hey, there. Thanks for being there to talk to last night. Get better as soon as possible, y'hear? I'd give you a hug, but you wouldn't let me." She looks around, looking at the friends that are around her--Hildebaby, Eretria, James, Alex, and others that she has never actually spoken to, but she knows they care anyway. "Thank you all for being here." As she walks over to the chalk line with the bottle, the green kitten slips off her shoulder and follows behind, curiously sniffing at people's ankles. "To friendships of whatever kind -- and honesty!" *SMASH* goes the bottle into the fireplace. "Oh, and, this is for you, Eretria. [Sorry, I just had to do this.!]" And with that, she pulls a very large rock out of the bag she carries over one shoulder, and smashes it violently into the fireplace, further shattering the shards of glass that fill the fireplace. "Oops, sorry Nick; I didn't mean to make more work for you." Back she goes to her chair, and stares into space again. -Nao ------------------------------------------------------------------------- | Nao Parkhurst |"Light is the left hand of darkness | | NAP92@campus.swarthmore.edu | and darkness the right hand of light." | | NAP92@swarthmr.bitnet | -Ursula K. LeGuin from _The | | naomi@cs.swarthmore.edu | Left Hand of Darkness_ | Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!usc!wuarchive!psuvax1!xavier!hartman From: hartman@cs.swarthmore.edu (Lord Tattersall) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: I'm back (and you hadn't even known I'd been here...) Keywords: puns, etc. Message-ID: <4M3GRH@xavier.swarthmore.edu> Date: 1 Apr 90 19:34:37 GMT Sender: news@xavier.swarthmore.edu (USENET News System) Organization: The First Biotic Crusade Lines: 94 A lightly-bearded young man in a red t-shirt and bright blue pants steps through the door and nearly drops one of the three gold-and-white pins he's juggling, but lunges forward and keeps them going. He makes it almost all the way to the bar before completely losing control and dropping all three at once. He picks them up, sheepishly. "I'm a little out of practice -- haven't kept up with my juggling. Either literally or metaphorically. Could I have a glass of water, please, Mike?" Mike hands him a glass and takes the proffered dollar bill without comment, although it's folded into the shape of a ring. "A dollar for a glass of water," muses the newcomer. "Good thing it's only virtual money." He sits and sips his water while catching up on events. Finally, he steps to the chalk line to speak. "Hi, all," he begins. "My name's Jed; people call me anything from Jedediah (which is my full name) to Jedrian. A couple of you know me, either virtually or in 'real' life. I hung out here for a while, back when this place started, but haven't had time lately. I probably won't have time again anytime soon, either, but it is nice to stop in and visit occasionally. "The tone of recent conversations here has been pretty serious. In the past ten minutes I've heard things from some of you which I probably wouldn't have heard for weeks outside of here, if at all. In particular, sorry to hear about your mono, Hildebaby; hope you get better. "But that's not what I came here to talk about. I hope this won't offend anyone who wants to be serious. There was a recent spate of grape puns on our local bulletin boards, and they inspired the following story. I thought I'd share it with y'all." He takes a piece of paper out of his pocket and reads aloud: Once upon a time, in a small English town call Rath, there lived a vintner, a man of Cockney extraction who'd done well for himself, by the name of Corky. He was known far and wide for both his and his wines' good taste. He had wines for every occasion and to suit every pocketbook; his port wine was as renowned at the nearby "'arbor" (as he called it) as his special starboard wine was (in all the right circles). But one day, just before harvest, a killer frost hit his vines. His crop was utterly destroyed. The mayor was to come to dinner that night, but he had no wine laid by to serve with the meal. He was sitting out on the front stoop, bemoaning his lot, when a traveler chanced to pass by on a dappled grey mare. "What is the matter, friend? What makes thee weep so?" the traveler inquired. When Corky finished recounting his tale, the man thought for a moment, and then said, "My horse has magical powers. For a small fee, I will supply you with a good wine." "Anythin' you ask!" said Corky. "But 'ow can a 'orse 'elp?" "The sounds my horse makes are so melodious that they can be caught and distilled into the very finest wine available. Let me demonstrate." And so saying, the traveler stroked the horse's neck thrice. At once, the mare leaned back her head and whinnied beautifully. But the air was so cold that the sound froze solid, dropped to the ground, and shattered with a crystalline crash. "Quickly!" exclaimed the traveler, picking up the largest splinter he could find. "Take this piece and put it into an empty wine bottle! It will supply you with enough wine to last through dinner." "'ere, then," said Corky, after he'd put the frozen sound safely away. "'ere's a piece o' gold now, and I'll give you another if you'll come back after I dine tonight, if the mayor's sympathetic." It was hours later when the traveler returned to Corky's house. "Hello!" he called out. "And how did milord mayor like my Bessy's wine?" Corky came to the porch and cursed, and threw a bottle at the traveler. It hit the road and shattered. Liquid seeped out onto the ground. "You bleedin' idiot!" he yelled. "The mayor said it was a good thing my bleedin' crop failed, and he's never comin' back!" The traveler, surprised, replied, "Why, whatever is the matter? I supplied you with the wine you wanted, did I not?" "Oh, you supplied me with wine, all right," Corky said. "But it was the wrong bleedin' kind! We had pasta for dinner, so it should've been a red wine -- but what you gave me was a shard o' neigh!" Jed finishes off his water and tucks the paper back in his pocket, surreptitiously preparing to duck if anyone starts throwing things. He says, "And no, I'm not going to try juggling these glasses. My roommate does glasses and eggs and such -- says its easier if you know you'd better not drop them -- but not me." He tosses the glass toward the fireplace, where it shatters. "To . . . Well, I don't think I'll say. But a toast anyway." He walks back to the bar, where he'd left his clubs lying on the floor. With his right foot, he flips each one into the air, catching the first two and starting to juggle as the third drops toward his hand. He seems pleased that that worked. "Nice to see you all again," he says. "I'll stop by again soon if I can find the time. 'Bye, all." Whistling "Roseville Fair," and still juggling, he walks out the door. --jed -- {hartman@{campus.swarthmore.edu, swarthmr.bitnet}, ...!bpa!swatsun!hartman} "'The work can wait!' I said, quoting our business motto." --Robert Benchley Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!think!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!ceres!dino!ux1.cso.uiuc.edu!iuvax!noose.ecn.purdue.edu!mentor.cc.purdue.edu!rln From: rln@mentor.cc.purdue.edu (Larry Daffner) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: A long time lurker finally speaks Keywords: poem, dreams Message-ID: <9111@mentor.cc.purdue.edu> Date: 1 Apr 90 20:02:47 GMT Reply-To: rln@mentor.cc.purdue.edu (Larry Daffner) Followup-To: sender Distribution: alt Organization: Purdue University Lines: 61 A voice comes out of one of the multi-dimensional corners. Looking around, you see it came from a male, about 5'7", dark hair, and hazel eyes, with a bit of brown thrown in for good measure. He speaks. "Hello, everyone! If you really need a name, you can call me Cuyahoga, after the REM song, but I answer to most anything." He flips a checker toward Mike, which turns itself inside out and emerges as a coin. He likes doing that. "Well, make this one a Mountain Dew. Not quite old enough for the alcoholic stuff." "I have been a lurker since October, on this account and last semesters. I always meant to post, but felt to embarrassed. Now, however, I have reason to feel good about myself, and even though I know it won't last (it is a computer relationship over hundreds of miles), I still have the feeling, and thought I would share a few thoughts." "First of all, Congratulations to all who have found happiness through Callahans, and indeed to all those who have found it. I just happened to have it show up at the time I needed it most. I was seriously depressed about life in general, and friendships in particular." "But enough about sad times, I would rather talk about happy. I have recently found a very good friend through tinyHELL, and even though it is just a computer relationship, it feels good. I have begun to feel better about myself, and write a few poems, which I have not done in quite some time. In thanks to the people here at Callahans, I would like to offer one of them to you. I have had other poems shown to the public, but not as special as this. So, here it goes: Reflection on Dreams Tread lightly on dreams, That is my advice to you, For a dream is a fragile entity. Dreams must be nurtured, encouraged, And treated with care, So they do not break. Because For every lost dream A hope dies. One dream for one hope; A large price to pay For the sake of one dream. One we can not afford. So, for the sake of that price, Tread lightly on dreams. He then raises his glass, and prepares a toast: "To the draemers, may they never stop, the realists, may they find dreams, and to friends, virtual and real, just for being there!" *CRASH!* Having said that, he takes a seat a little closer to the center, to allow more room in the corners for new folks. -- Larry Daffner ----> rln@mentor.cc.purdue.edu tcsh% Larry | "This must be Thursday," said Arthur, Illegal reality error(core dumped) |"I never could get the hang of Thursdays" tcsh% | -Douglas Adams, HHGTG. Path: mit-eddie!mintaka!think!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!usc!cs.utexas.edu!mailrus!usenet.ins.cwru.edu!eagle!news From: spgreg@mars.lerc.nasa.gov Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Life Gambling Message-ID: <1990Apr1.220825.27647@eagle.lerc.nasa.gov> Date: 1 Apr 90 22:08:25 GMT References: <9003281449.AA22147@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM> Reply-To: spgreg@mars.lerc.nasa.gov Organization: NASA Lewis Research Center Lines: 76 Having been welcomed by several of the patrons, Eustace relaxes somewhat and resolves to blend better with the crowd. He moves towards a table where there is an animated discussion of the influence cards have on life. Approaching their table, "I hope that my intrusion is not too unwelcome," he excuses himself as he sinks to a stool. Jilara>> >>She smiles, and places the deck in a black laquerware box, and >>some swore they caught just a flash of another card in her hand.... Cynic> >Your intent is understood. It is particularly difficult to >remember, during the times of pain and blackness, that >revealing too much is not good for the revealer or the >recipient. There is far too great a tendency to take out >all of the cards and start saying, "Here, look at this. >And this. And how about this?" Dignity and self respect >demand that you hold a few surprises in store for yourself >and for those very special people. If you spread all of >your emotions too thinly, then you can cheapen the value >that they might have when you finally do reveal them >to someone who is really close. I really mean this, although >I do not always feel it. "I believe that you will find a crucial difference between the nature of cards and the nature of emotions. There is a finite number of cards in any deck, and a finite number of decks in any world. Emotion, on the other hand, is more like an infinite sea, and revealing emotions is like giving away treasures found on the sea floor. As you explore the sea floor, you learn the locations of the lagoons which provide the tastiest oysters and the shipwrecks which yield the prettiest jewels. Giving the prizes away provides the incentive to continue the exploration and the experience to locate the best sites more quickly and easily." Doug> >Also, there is a fine line to be tread. One must reveal something >to make friends, and a friendship without further revealing >is superficial at best. And when in particular distress, >it is, perhaps, appropriate that you reveal a little >more so that you give someone an opportunity to say, >"Oh look, Gold!" > >A toast to your gold Jilara, and to mine. > >Doug raises his glass and drinks to the toast. "Indeed, a most appropriate toast for everyone here to share!" "Mike will you accept this as payment for a round for the house?" requests Eustace as he pull from his purse a ruby, emerald and barnacle encrusted, gold hairpiece. Mike responds, "I suppose I can, but let's not make barter a habit here." Standing up, Eustace tosses the barrette to Mike. He rubs his shaven head and holds his tankard high, toasting, "To the golden treasures that are of greatest value to one when they are given to another." With that, he pounds his remaining meade and throws the the empty wooden mug from his position at the table. It bounces off the back wall of the hearth, with a hollow sound and comes to rest amid the burning logs. Turning back to Jilara and Doug, "If you will tell me your pleasure, I will collect from Mike. While the meade here is top quality, I'm feeling a little emboldened; perhaps you would recommend a drink that is unavailable in my twelfth century europe..." -------------------------------------------------------------------- Eustace | Darting dragonfly... | Pull off its shiny wings and look... spgreg@csd.lerc.nasa.gov | Bright red pepper pod! | -Kikaku -------------------------------------------------------------------- Path: mit-eddie!mintaka!yale!think!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!rpi!jefyoung From: jefyoung@pawl.rpi.edu (Jeffrey Young) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Lonliness Message-ID: <4XJ#}H@rpi.edu> Date: 2 Apr 90 06:05:59 GMT Organization: Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, Troy NY Lines: 69 Taldin's finished reading all the articles he's behind, and now stands to address all present. "On the subject of welcomes: Greetings, all, and I'll learn your names eventually, if you stick around long enough. Welcome to Callahans, and I hope you find in us exactly what you are looking for." To the Cy-er, Doug (softly) "I haven't gotten caught up on my mail yet, and I will reply to what you've had to say. I daresay I've dealt myself a pair of Fools just now..." "On the subject of lonliness: (argh, I remember dreaming this part, it must have been meant to happen...) "I love my lady. Honestly and truly.. and without her, I feel lost and alone. Unlike some of you, I need people. I need friends, like all of you. I find that I need them for the sanity of self-- others who can judge me on my own merits with an objective point of view. Someone who can tell me "You're doing spmething stupid." (He glances at Moonchiled, who is scowling, and Tabbifli, who refuses to look at him.) "I can understand the point of view that when one is alone, noone can fault you. But by the same token, there is noone to share in one's victory, either. You do it for yourself, and perhaps that is enough. I never found it enough to be proud of myself for something I had done- I had to tell someone else, 'shared joy.' I do things for others more often than I do things for myself, and I can't very well do it if I'm alone." "Am I saying those who prefer to be alone are selfish? By all means, no. They have chosen an ideal and a cause to shoot for, one that does not involve others to cheer you on. I tell you this, though-- it is a dangerous road, for there is noone who will pick you up when you fall." "Before I came to college, I was a rather shy and quiet person, and finished high school with a small amount of very close friends. I could have possibly gone it alone in college, since it was a fresh start, and I knew noone, but that was not what I wanted. I liked to have someone to talk to , and" (he grins) "someone who appreciates my puns." He looks down at Joelle, and she rolls her eyes at him in mock protest. "As I told the story before, I found the Pack, and again I had the close-knit circle of friends, and they were my support system when I needed them most. " "I've had good experiences with other people, most of my life, save for a very few isolated instances. Perhaps I'm lucky. In either case, I've gotten used to it. I doubt I could ever go back to being alone.. perhaps that's a fault in me. I trust implicitly until proven otherwise, to tose whom I call friends-- tend to go out of my way to aid those friends, when they need someone. A bunch of friends is a bunch of people who come together out of a common need. The need for companionship, for someone to be there if you need them. " (more to come, but not now..) -Taldin -- "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