Path: mit-eddie!bu.edu!bu-cs!lll-winken!uwm.edu!cs.utexas.edu!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!ucbvax!ucdavis!pollux!ez000691 From: ez000691@pollux Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: A toast to my best friend... Summary: I'll drink to that. Keywords: toast, return Message-ID: <6408@ucdavis.ucdavis.edu> Date: 9 Jan 90 05:00:14 GMT References: <9001051340.aa20022@CC1.PICA.ARMY.MIL> Sender: uucp@ucdavis.ucdavis.edu Reply-To: ez000691@pollux (Shadow) Followup-To: alt.callahans Organization: University of California, Davis Lines: 38 In article <9001051340.aa20022@CC1.PICA.ARMY.MIL> skitchen@PICA.ARMY.MIL ("D. Scott Kitchen", CCH-V) writes: > 'Friends, those glasses on the bar are for you. It's my contention >that if you're going to do something, do it big. Take a glass with me >and drink up.' He waits for those assembled to grab a glass, and he takes >the special one. 'To Sharon Lynne Lewis, nee Fox. I still love you, >dear.' He takes the champagne and gulps it all down. He then takes the >glass, walks it over to the fireplace, and places it within the flames. >He walks to an open chair, lays his book down, and puts his face in his >hands. >----------------------------------------------------------------------- >Scott Kitchen Send mail to: skitchen@cc1.pica.army.mil >Mechanical Engineer ICBM: 40.88 N 74.56 W A familiar cloud of black smoke chooses this particular moment to coalesce with a brief cough, and Shadow just catches the end of this. He signals Mike and hands over a dollar, still a bit wispy, and collects an extra glass of champagne. Before he drinks, though, he glances around the room, taking a minute to return nods of greeting and "welcome back." A clear double-take on Tabbifli, a wink to Jilara, a raised eyebrow of apology to Diana for being away while her response was posted, held for a week or so, and deleted without ever being read...Four tables in the corners each hold individuals with heads in hands, and Shadow sighs inwardly, a faint smile quirking the corners of his mouth. "This place could do with a few less corners," he offers, as he heads off to straddle a chair opposite Skitch (with a clear shot at the fireplace). "If there's one toast I need to start the new year with, it's yours. At least, that's what I keep telling myself; I sure need something along those lines, anyway. I know exactly what you're talking about, and if you stumble across any miracle remedies I'd sure love to hear about them. Aside from finding another SO," he adds, grimacing at the appellation. "Gods, I hate that term. Ah, well. Someday we'll all just wear name tags." He grins. "Meanwhile, here's to Mrs. Lewis, and all like her...and all like you." Crash. Shadow -- From the only slightly twisted mind of... "In case we decide to ez000691@pollux.ucdavis.edu surrender to them, Number One." Path: mit-eddie!mit-amt!snorkelwacker!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!ucbvax!ucdavis!pollux!ez000691 From: ez000691@pollux Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: A toast to my best friend... Summary: I'll drink to that. Keywords: toast, return Message-ID: <6408@ucdavis.ucdavis.edu> Date: 9 Jan 90 05:00:14 GMT References: <9001051340.aa20022@CC1.PICA.ARMY.MIL> Sender: uucp@ucdavis.ucdavis.edu Reply-To: ez000691@pollux (Shadow) Followup-To: alt.callahans Organization: University of California, Davis Lines: 38 In article <9001051340.aa20022@CC1.PICA.ARMY.MIL> skitchen@PICA.ARMY.MIL ("D. Scott Kitchen", CCH-V) writes: > 'Friends, those glasses on the bar are for you. It's my contention >that if you're going to do something, do it big. Take a glass with me >and drink up.' He waits for those assembled to grab a glass, and he takes >the special one. 'To Sharon Lynne Lewis, nee Fox. I still love you, >dear.' He takes the champagne and gulps it all down. He then takes the >glass, walks it over to the fireplace, and places it within the flames. >He walks to an open chair, lays his book down, and puts his face in his >hands. >----------------------------------------------------------------------- >Scott Kitchen Send mail to: skitchen@cc1.pica.army.mil >Mechanical Engineer ICBM: 40.88 N 74.56 W A familiar cloud of black smoke chooses this particular moment to coalesce with a brief cough, and Shadow just catches the end of this. He signals Mike and hands over a dollar, still a bit wispy, and collects an extra glass of champagne. Before he drinks, though, he glances around the room, taking a minute to return nods of greeting and "welcome back." A clear double-take on Tabbifli, a wink to Jilara, a raised eyebrow of apology to Diana for being away while her response was posted, held for a week or so, and deleted without ever being read...Four tables in the corners each hold individuals with heads in hands, and Shadow sighs inwardly, a faint smile quirking the corners of his mouth. "This place could do with a few less corners," he offers, as he heads off to straddle a chair opposite Skitch (with a clear shot at the fireplace). "If there's one toast I need to start the new year with, it's yours. At least, that's what I keep telling myself; I sure need something along those lines, anyway. I know exactly what you're talking about, and if you stumble across any miracle remedies I'd sure love to hear about them. Aside from finding another SO," he adds, grimacing at the appellation. "Gods, I hate that term. Ah, well. Someday we'll all just wear name tags." He grins. "Meanwhile, here's to Mrs. Lewis, and all like her...and all like you." Crash. Shadow -- From the only slightly twisted mind of... "In case we decide to ez000691@pollux.ucdavis.edu surrender to them, Number One." Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!ucbvax!mtxinu!unisoft!greywolf From: greywolf@unisoft.UUCP (The Grey Wolf) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: See ya. Message-ID: <2740@unisoft.UUCP> Date: 8 Jan 90 20:57:27 GMT Reply-To: greywolf@unisoft.UUCP (The Grey Wolf) Organization: Department of Redundancy Department Lines: 35 The wolf turns into a person once again... "Well, folks, the time has come upon me that I must carefully examine things on my own, with my own two eyes. I want to talk, and converse, and share with the people here, but I feel as though I've just run out of things to share and talk about (almost). "Thanks to everyone who was there for me in 1989, and to everyone who would listen and accept what I had to say, or listen and help with what I felt. I cannot thank you enough. "Taldin, Magyk, Gilly and everyone else at the empaths' table in the Nth corner... it has been most enjoyable. It was *such* a delight to find that there are other people who share this ability to know what others feel. I'll miss it, but this other mission calls me. Thanks to you especially for making me feel welcome. Warm fuzzies for you all. "My wish for years to come is that everyone else will get the idea that just because you hold different opinions from someone else, it doesn't necessarily mean that you are their enemy or adversary." The youth hefts his pack, puts his silver pitcher in it, zips it shut and swings it onto his back. "I will probably be back, but I don't know when. Until then, Slainte Agus Sonas (SLAN-cha AH-gus SOHN-as) to you all, and may your lives be filled with joys you do not have to play a waiting game for." He turns, once again, into a large, grey wolf with white paws, and a white diamond on his forehead, and pushes the door open, venturing out into the great white cold unknown... -- "You guys are NUTS! En-Vee-Tee-Ess, NUTS!" -- History of the World, part I. Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!ucbvax!mtxinu!unisoft!greywolf From: greywolf@unisoft.UUCP (The Grey Wolf) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Life in Cosmo Message-ID: <2742@unisoft.UUCP> Date: 9 Jan 90 00:10:29 GMT References: <9001031734.AA13867@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM> Reply-To: greywolf@unisoft.UUCP (The Grey Wolf) Lines: 123 This program posts news to many machines. Are you sure you want to do this? [y/n] yes! Post it! Let it pollute the \ bandwidth! die! Die! DIE!!!! HAHAHA.... ..ahem...er... A bunch of particles appear at every edge of the room and zoom together to form a wolf ( who is metamorphosing back into a person ). A chair splinters into oblivion as he finishes materialising, and blood drips from a cut in his shin. "Damn. That needs work...Mike, got a band-aid?" In article <9001031734.AA13867@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM> jane@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM (Jane Beckman x2637) writes: >They had described a society that doesn't give a damn about how much you >make or what designer label is on your clothes, or whether you have an >investment portfolio. They had taken "real folks" whom I love dearly, >and made them a novelty item that's amusing for a bout of "slumming." >There's even an amusing little observation about how having so little in >common makes the breakup so much easier, once the novelty has worn off >the relationship. Person as commodity. A little wear on this sweater? >Throw it out and start with a new one. And YOU'RE DAMNED RIGHT I'M MAD! >That's what's wrong with this whole country; no-deposit, no-return >everything. I just never saw it summed up so succinctly in such a >frivilous manner, before." Someone points out that she's >hyperventilating. She takes a deep breath. "Ground and center," she >reminds herself, between clenched teeth. "Jilara, ground and center...FRONT and center (to receive some applause, if you please -- if not, well, I applaud you anyway!) "I've had this thought *MANY* a time before now -- since at least 1985, if not before then (I *must* have thought it before then...). As I put it one day, "We are living in a twenty-four hour, wash-and-wear, permanent-press, disposable society, where replacement is cheaper than repair, where quality is important as long as it outlasts the warranty, and where feelings are at the lowest point of priority on the grand scheme of things." "I would like to, with permission, add 'no-deposit, no-return' to that description, if you wouldn't mind... > >"It's the whole mentality. Everything nowadays is oriented toward >commodities, and the message of the whole culture is that Things matter. >People are just window-dressing. Another commodity to buy and sell. The youth sighs (Yes, 24 is a youth -- I wish I aged like the elves in my stories -- the curve is the same up to age 21 and then it slows down dramatically to span ten thousand years). "You have just perfectly illus- trated the feelings of futility I (and others, I am certain) have felt. Love, Peace, Justice -- they are not *profitable*. Nobody gains anything from them. ### DISCLAIMER: THESE ARE NOT MY INTERNALLY GENERATED FEELINGS THEY ARE THE IMPRESSIONS I AM GETTING FROM THE REST OF THE WORLD WITH THE EXCEPTION OF THE SYMPATHETIC PERSONS (considering we say 'empathic' or 'telepathic', shouldn't the word be 'sympathic'?) I HAVE COME TO KNOW AND LOVE, PHYSICALLY, LOGICALLY AND VIRTUALLY. (Yes, I live three or four separate realities -- keeps me 'sane' :-) ### "It's sad to say that this is the case, but it seems to be the rationale behind it all. The materially wealthy *almost* never know true love; the materially poor seem to be wealthier in almost every single way, be- cause they find their wealth in knowledge, emotion, sharing and in every single little thing that comes along, because they don't have much else that they can do. And since the majority of the materially wealthy never know true love (because they are emotionally stunted in a *lot* of ways because they are so often sheltered from the so-called 'scum' of the world), they play a dog-in-the-manger role, saying, Well, if I can't have it, then neither can they. "And the really sad thing is that I don't think they fully know what the hell they are doing. I don't think it's a conscious thing; I think they're just comfortable in their yuppie lifestyles, and therefore reluctant to explore avenues of change. Even I am guilty of that (I have a job which pays well and I love what I do -- it's what I wanted to do ever since I had my first account on a VAX a long time ago). I have thought of other avenues of work, but most of them are not feasible. I'd love to go out and try to become a professional musician and make it as a rock and roll bass/ keyboard player, but that's ten plus years of my life that I don't want to spend pursuing something that is only a possibility. In the meantime, if I meet people who like to get together and jam and have a good time, great. If they want to take it further, great, I'll go and have some fun. In the meantime, I'm fairly secure, and if I'm going to be supporting a household within a year and a half, then I'm going to stick with what I have. "In defense of what might seem to be apparent yuppiedom on my part, technically speaking, according to definition, I fit the description if you break down the acronym (Young Urban Professional). However, I have this pair of headphones that needs fixing or replacing. Being as the plug is the only thing not functioning, I figure I can strip down the wires, solder in left, right and ground on the new plug and go on my way listening to some good tunes... (the speakers and headset are still in excellent condition and it seems such a waste, especially when I picked up a plug cheaply enough...) "But I ramble... I still bemoan the fact that things are cheaper to re- place than to repair (unless you do it yourself...hmm, that could become any self-respecting person's new pastime *real* fast if one gave it any thought), and I am as resentful of it as anyone else here. I wish it were the other way around. "Anyway, I'm very glad someone brought this up. It's re-awakened yet another part of me." > > ---Jilara the Exile (I hope.) > "If I'm not home accepting what I cannot change, I'm out changing >what I can't accept." ---Ashleigh Brilliant What if you can't do either one...? > > (alternate identity may be jane@fsdcupt.csd.mot.com---don't you love > computers with identity crises?) We have one here with two ethernet cards in it and two ways to reference it; does that count? Hasta later, folks. -- "You guys are NUTS! En-Vee-Tee-Ess, NUTS!" -- History of the World, part I. Path: mit-eddie!rutgers!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!ucbvax!mtxinu!unisoft!greywolf From: greywolf@unisoft.UUCP (The Grey Wolf) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: See ya. Message-ID: <2740@unisoft.UUCP> Date: 8 Jan 90 20:57:27 GMT Reply-To: greywolf@unisoft.UUCP (The Grey Wolf) Organization: Department of Redundancy Department Lines: 35 The wolf turns into a person once again... "Well, folks, the time has come upon me that I must carefully examine things on my own, with my own two eyes. I want to talk, and converse, and share with the people here, but I feel as though I've just run out of things to share and talk about (almost). "Thanks to everyone who was there for me in 1989, and to everyone who would listen and accept what I had to say, or listen and help with what I felt. I cannot thank you enough. "Taldin, Magyk, Gilly and everyone else at the empaths' table in the Nth corner... it has been most enjoyable. It was *such* a delight to find that there are other people who share this ability to know what others feel. I'll miss it, but this other mission calls me. Thanks to you especially for making me feel welcome. Warm fuzzies for you all. "My wish for years to come is that everyone else will get the idea that just because you hold different opinions from someone else, it doesn't necessarily mean that you are their enemy or adversary." The youth hefts his pack, puts his silver pitcher in it, zips it shut and swings it onto his back. "I will probably be back, but I don't know when. Until then, Slainte Agus Sonas (SLAN-cha AH-gus SOHN-as) to you all, and may your lives be filled with joys you do not have to play a waiting game for." He turns, once again, into a large, grey wolf with white paws, and a white diamond on his forehead, and pushes the door open, venturing out into the great white cold unknown... -- "You guys are NUTS! En-Vee-Tee-Ess, NUTS!" -- History of the World, part I. Path: mit-eddie!rutgers!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!ucbvax!mtxinu!unisoft!greywolf From: greywolf@unisoft.UUCP (The Grey Wolf) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Life in Cosmo Message-ID: <2742@unisoft.UUCP> Date: 9 Jan 90 00:10:29 GMT References: <9001031734.AA13867@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM> Reply-To: greywolf@unisoft.UUCP (The Grey Wolf) Lines: 123 This program posts news to many machines. Are you sure you want to do this? [y/n] yes! Post it! Let it pollute the \ bandwidth! die! Die! DIE!!!! HAHAHA.... ..ahem...er... A bunch of particles appear at every edge of the room and zoom together to form a wolf ( who is metamorphosing back into a person ). A chair splinters into oblivion as he finishes materialising, and blood drips from a cut in his shin. "Damn. That needs work...Mike, got a band-aid?" In article <9001031734.AA13867@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM> jane@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM (Jane Beckman x2637) writes: >They had described a society that doesn't give a damn about how much you >make or what designer label is on your clothes, or whether you have an >investment portfolio. They had taken "real folks" whom I love dearly, >and made them a novelty item that's amusing for a bout of "slumming." >There's even an amusing little observation about how having so little in >common makes the breakup so much easier, once the novelty has worn off >the relationship. Person as commodity. A little wear on this sweater? >Throw it out and start with a new one. And YOU'RE DAMNED RIGHT I'M MAD! >That's what's wrong with this whole country; no-deposit, no-return >everything. I just never saw it summed up so succinctly in such a >frivilous manner, before." Someone points out that she's >hyperventilating. She takes a deep breath. "Ground and center," she >reminds herself, between clenched teeth. "Jilara, ground and center...FRONT and center (to receive some applause, if you please -- if not, well, I applaud you anyway!) "I've had this thought *MANY* a time before now -- since at least 1985, if not before then (I *must* have thought it before then...). As I put it one day, "We are living in a twenty-four hour, wash-and-wear, permanent-press, disposable society, where replacement is cheaper than repair, where quality is important as long as it outlasts the warranty, and where feelings are at the lowest point of priority on the grand scheme of things." "I would like to, with permission, add 'no-deposit, no-return' to that description, if you wouldn't mind... > >"It's the whole mentality. Everything nowadays is oriented toward >commodities, and the message of the whole culture is that Things matter. >People are just window-dressing. Another commodity to buy and sell. The youth sighs (Yes, 24 is a youth -- I wish I aged like the elves in my stories -- the curve is the same up to age 21 and then it slows down dramatically to span ten thousand years). "You have just perfectly illus- trated the feelings of futility I (and others, I am certain) have felt. Love, Peace, Justice -- they are not *profitable*. Nobody gains anything from them. ### DISCLAIMER: THESE ARE NOT MY INTERNALLY GENERATED FEELINGS THEY ARE THE IMPRESSIONS I AM GETTING FROM THE REST OF THE WORLD WITH THE EXCEPTION OF THE SYMPATHETIC PERSONS (considering we say 'empathic' or 'telepathic', shouldn't the word be 'sympathic'?) I HAVE COME TO KNOW AND LOVE, PHYSICALLY, LOGICALLY AND VIRTUALLY. (Yes, I live three or four separate realities -- keeps me 'sane' :-) ### "It's sad to say that this is the case, but it seems to be the rationale behind it all. The materially wealthy *almost* never know true love; the materially poor seem to be wealthier in almost every single way, be- cause they find their wealth in knowledge, emotion, sharing and in every single little thing that comes along, because they don't have much else that they can do. And since the majority of the materially wealthy never know true love (because they are emotionally stunted in a *lot* of ways because they are so often sheltered from the so-called 'scum' of the world), they play a dog-in-the-manger role, saying, Well, if I can't have it, then neither can they. "And the really sad thing is that I don't think they fully know what the hell they are doing. I don't think it's a conscious thing; I think they're just comfortable in their yuppie lifestyles, and therefore reluctant to explore avenues of change. Even I am guilty of that (I have a job which pays well and I love what I do -- it's what I wanted to do ever since I had my first account on a VAX a long time ago). I have thought of other avenues of work, but most of them are not feasible. I'd love to go out and try to become a professional musician and make it as a rock and roll bass/ keyboard player, but that's ten plus years of my life that I don't want to spend pursuing something that is only a possibility. In the meantime, if I meet people who like to get together and jam and have a good time, great. If they want to take it further, great, I'll go and have some fun. In the meantime, I'm fairly secure, and if I'm going to be supporting a household within a year and a half, then I'm going to stick with what I have. "In defense of what might seem to be apparent yuppiedom on my part, technically speaking, according to definition, I fit the description if you break down the acronym (Young Urban Professional). However, I have this pair of headphones that needs fixing or replacing. Being as the plug is the only thing not functioning, I figure I can strip down the wires, solder in left, right and ground on the new plug and go on my way listening to some good tunes... (the speakers and headset are still in excellent condition and it seems such a waste, especially when I picked up a plug cheaply enough...) "But I ramble... I still bemoan the fact that things are cheaper to re- place than to repair (unless you do it yourself...hmm, that could become any self-respecting person's new pastime *real* fast if one gave it any thought), and I am as resentful of it as anyone else here. I wish it were the other way around. "Anyway, I'm very glad someone brought this up. It's re-awakened yet another part of me." > > ---Jilara the Exile (I hope.) > "If I'm not home accepting what I cannot change, I'm out changing >what I can't accept." ---Ashleigh Brilliant What if you can't do either one...? > > (alternate identity may be jane@fsdcupt.csd.mot.com---don't you love > computers with identity crises?) We have one here with two ethernet cards in it and two ways to reference it; does that count? Hasta later, folks. -- "You guys are NUTS! En-Vee-Tee-Ess, NUTS!" -- History of the World, part I. Path: mit-eddie!wuarchive!brutus.cs.uiuc.edu!samsung!cs.utexas.edu!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!ucbvax!mtxinu!unisoft!greywolf From: greywolf@unisoft.UUCP (The Grey Wolf) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: See ya. Message-ID: <2740@unisoft.UUCP> Date: 8 Jan 90 20:57:27 GMT Reply-To: greywolf@unisoft.UUCP (The Grey Wolf) Organization: Department of Redundancy Department Lines: 35 The wolf turns into a person once again... "Well, folks, the time has come upon me that I must carefully examine things on my own, with my own two eyes. I want to talk, and converse, and share with the people here, but I feel as though I've just run out of things to share and talk about (almost). "Thanks to everyone who was there for me in 1989, and to everyone who would listen and accept what I had to say, or listen and help with what I felt. I cannot thank you enough. "Taldin, Magyk, Gilly and everyone else at the empaths' table in the Nth corner... it has been most enjoyable. It was *such* a delight to find that there are other people who share this ability to know what others feel. I'll miss it, but this other mission calls me. Thanks to you especially for making me feel welcome. Warm fuzzies for you all. "My wish for years to come is that everyone else will get the idea that just because you hold different opinions from someone else, it doesn't necessarily mean that you are their enemy or adversary." The youth hefts his pack, puts his silver pitcher in it, zips it shut and swings it onto his back. "I will probably be back, but I don't know when. Until then, Slainte Agus Sonas (SLAN-cha AH-gus SOHN-as) to you all, and may your lives be filled with joys you do not have to play a waiting game for." He turns, once again, into a large, grey wolf with white paws, and a white diamond on his forehead, and pushes the door open, venturing out into the great white cold unknown... -- "You guys are NUTS! En-Vee-Tee-Ess, NUTS!" -- History of the World, part I. Path: mit-eddie!wuarchive!brutus.cs.uiuc.edu!samsung!cs.utexas.edu!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!ucbvax!mtxinu!unisoft!greywolf From: greywolf@unisoft.UUCP (The Grey Wolf) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Life in Cosmo Message-ID: <2742@unisoft.UUCP> Date: 9 Jan 90 00:10:29 GMT References: <9001031734.AA13867@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM> Reply-To: greywolf@unisoft.UUCP (The Grey Wolf) Lines: 123 This program posts news to many machines. Are you sure you want to do this? [y/n] yes! Post it! Let it pollute the \ bandwidth! die! Die! DIE!!!! HAHAHA.... ..ahem...er... A bunch of particles appear at every edge of the room and zoom together to form a wolf ( who is metamorphosing back into a person ). A chair splinters into oblivion as he finishes materialising, and blood drips from a cut in his shin. "Damn. That needs work...Mike, got a band-aid?" In article <9001031734.AA13867@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM> jane@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM (Jane Beckman x2637) writes: >They had described a society that doesn't give a damn about how much you >make or what designer label is on your clothes, or whether you have an >investment portfolio. They had taken "real folks" whom I love dearly, >and made them a novelty item that's amusing for a bout of "slumming." >There's even an amusing little observation about how having so little in >common makes the breakup so much easier, once the novelty has worn off >the relationship. Person as commodity. A little wear on this sweater? >Throw it out and start with a new one. And YOU'RE DAMNED RIGHT I'M MAD! >That's what's wrong with this whole country; no-deposit, no-return >everything. I just never saw it summed up so succinctly in such a >frivilous manner, before." Someone points out that she's >hyperventilating. She takes a deep breath. "Ground and center," she >reminds herself, between clenched teeth. "Jilara, ground and center...FRONT and center (to receive some applause, if you please -- if not, well, I applaud you anyway!) "I've had this thought *MANY* a time before now -- since at least 1985, if not before then (I *must* have thought it before then...). As I put it one day, "We are living in a twenty-four hour, wash-and-wear, permanent-press, disposable society, where replacement is cheaper than repair, where quality is important as long as it outlasts the warranty, and where feelings are at the lowest point of priority on the grand scheme of things." "I would like to, with permission, add 'no-deposit, no-return' to that description, if you wouldn't mind... > >"It's the whole mentality. Everything nowadays is oriented toward >commodities, and the message of the whole culture is that Things matter. >People are just window-dressing. Another commodity to buy and sell. The youth sighs (Yes, 24 is a youth -- I wish I aged like the elves in my stories -- the curve is the same up to age 21 and then it slows down dramatically to span ten thousand years). "You have just perfectly illus- trated the feelings of futility I (and others, I am certain) have felt. Love, Peace, Justice -- they are not *profitable*. Nobody gains anything from them. ### DISCLAIMER: THESE ARE NOT MY INTERNALLY GENERATED FEELINGS THEY ARE THE IMPRESSIONS I AM GETTING FROM THE REST OF THE WORLD WITH THE EXCEPTION OF THE SYMPATHETIC PERSONS (considering we say 'empathic' or 'telepathic', shouldn't the word be 'sympathic'?) I HAVE COME TO KNOW AND LOVE, PHYSICALLY, LOGICALLY AND VIRTUALLY. (Yes, I live three or four separate realities -- keeps me 'sane' :-) ### "It's sad to say that this is the case, but it seems to be the rationale behind it all. The materially wealthy *almost* never know true love; the materially poor seem to be wealthier in almost every single way, be- cause they find their wealth in knowledge, emotion, sharing and in every single little thing that comes along, because they don't have much else that they can do. And since the majority of the materially wealthy never know true love (because they are emotionally stunted in a *lot* of ways because they are so often sheltered from the so-called 'scum' of the world), they play a dog-in-the-manger role, saying, Well, if I can't have it, then neither can they. "And the really sad thing is that I don't think they fully know what the hell they are doing. I don't think it's a conscious thing; I think they're just comfortable in their yuppie lifestyles, and therefore reluctant to explore avenues of change. Even I am guilty of that (I have a job which pays well and I love what I do -- it's what I wanted to do ever since I had my first account on a VAX a long time ago). I have thought of other avenues of work, but most of them are not feasible. I'd love to go out and try to become a professional musician and make it as a rock and roll bass/ keyboard player, but that's ten plus years of my life that I don't want to spend pursuing something that is only a possibility. In the meantime, if I meet people who like to get together and jam and have a good time, great. If they want to take it further, great, I'll go and have some fun. In the meantime, I'm fairly secure, and if I'm going to be supporting a household within a year and a half, then I'm going to stick with what I have. "In defense of what might seem to be apparent yuppiedom on my part, technically speaking, according to definition, I fit the description if you break down the acronym (Young Urban Professional). However, I have this pair of headphones that needs fixing or replacing. Being as the plug is the only thing not functioning, I figure I can strip down the wires, solder in left, right and ground on the new plug and go on my way listening to some good tunes... (the speakers and headset are still in excellent condition and it seems such a waste, especially when I picked up a plug cheaply enough...) "But I ramble... I still bemoan the fact that things are cheaper to re- place than to repair (unless you do it yourself...hmm, that could become any self-respecting person's new pastime *real* fast if one gave it any thought), and I am as resentful of it as anyone else here. I wish it were the other way around. "Anyway, I'm very glad someone brought this up. It's re-awakened yet another part of me." > > ---Jilara the Exile (I hope.) > "If I'm not home accepting what I cannot change, I'm out changing >what I can't accept." ---Ashleigh Brilliant What if you can't do either one...? > > (alternate identity may be jane@fsdcupt.csd.mot.com---don't you love > computers with identity crises?) We have one here with two ethernet cards in it and two ways to reference it; does that count? Hasta later, folks. -- "You guys are NUTS! En-Vee-Tee-Ess, NUTS!" -- History of the World, part I. Path: mit-eddie!mit-amt!snorkelwacker!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!ucbvax!mtxinu!unisoft!greywolf From: greywolf@unisoft.UUCP (The Grey Wolf) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: See ya. Message-ID: <2740@unisoft.UUCP> Date: 8 Jan 90 20:57:27 GMT Reply-To: greywolf@unisoft.UUCP (The Grey Wolf) Organization: Department of Redundancy Department Lines: 35 The wolf turns into a person once again... "Well, folks, the time has come upon me that I must carefully examine things on my own, with my own two eyes. I want to talk, and converse, and share with the people here, but I feel as though I've just run out of things to share and talk about (almost). "Thanks to everyone who was there for me in 1989, and to everyone who would listen and accept what I had to say, or listen and help with what I felt. I cannot thank you enough. "Taldin, Magyk, Gilly and everyone else at the empaths' table in the Nth corner... it has been most enjoyable. It was *such* a delight to find that there are other people who share this ability to know what others feel. I'll miss it, but this other mission calls me. Thanks to you especially for making me feel welcome. Warm fuzzies for you all. "My wish for years to come is that everyone else will get the idea that just because you hold different opinions from someone else, it doesn't necessarily mean that you are their enemy or adversary." The youth hefts his pack, puts his silver pitcher in it, zips it shut and swings it onto his back. "I will probably be back, but I don't know when. Until then, Slainte Agus Sonas (SLAN-cha AH-gus SOHN-as) to you all, and may your lives be filled with joys you do not have to play a waiting game for." He turns, once again, into a large, grey wolf with white paws, and a white diamond on his forehead, and pushes the door open, venturing out into the great white cold unknown... -- "You guys are NUTS! En-Vee-Tee-Ess, NUTS!" -- History of the World, part I. Path: mit-eddie!mit-amt!snorkelwacker!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!ucbvax!mtxinu!unisoft!greywolf From: greywolf@unisoft.UUCP (The Grey Wolf) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Life in Cosmo Message-ID: <2742@unisoft.UUCP> Date: 9 Jan 90 00:10:29 GMT References: <9001031734.AA13867@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM> Reply-To: greywolf@unisoft.UUCP (The Grey Wolf) Lines: 123 This program posts news to many machines. Are you sure you want to do this? [y/n] yes! Post it! Let it pollute the \ bandwidth! die! Die! DIE!!!! HAHAHA.... ..ahem...er... A bunch of particles appear at every edge of the room and zoom together to form a wolf ( who is metamorphosing back into a person ). A chair splinters into oblivion as he finishes materialising, and blood drips from a cut in his shin. "Damn. That needs work...Mike, got a band-aid?" In article <9001031734.AA13867@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM> jane@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM (Jane Beckman x2637) writes: >They had described a society that doesn't give a damn about how much you >make or what designer label is on your clothes, or whether you have an >investment portfolio. They had taken "real folks" whom I love dearly, >and made them a novelty item that's amusing for a bout of "slumming." >There's even an amusing little observation about how having so little in >common makes the breakup so much easier, once the novelty has worn off >the relationship. Person as commodity. A little wear on this sweater? >Throw it out and start with a new one. And YOU'RE DAMNED RIGHT I'M MAD! >That's what's wrong with this whole country; no-deposit, no-return >everything. I just never saw it summed up so succinctly in such a >frivilous manner, before." Someone points out that she's >hyperventilating. She takes a deep breath. "Ground and center," she >reminds herself, between clenched teeth. "Jilara, ground and center...FRONT and center (to receive some applause, if you please -- if not, well, I applaud you anyway!) "I've had this thought *MANY* a time before now -- since at least 1985, if not before then (I *must* have thought it before then...). As I put it one day, "We are living in a twenty-four hour, wash-and-wear, permanent-press, disposable society, where replacement is cheaper than repair, where quality is important as long as it outlasts the warranty, and where feelings are at the lowest point of priority on the grand scheme of things." "I would like to, with permission, add 'no-deposit, no-return' to that description, if you wouldn't mind... > >"It's the whole mentality. Everything nowadays is oriented toward >commodities, and the message of the whole culture is that Things matter. >People are just window-dressing. Another commodity to buy and sell. The youth sighs (Yes, 24 is a youth -- I wish I aged like the elves in my stories -- the curve is the same up to age 21 and then it slows down dramatically to span ten thousand years). "You have just perfectly illus- trated the feelings of futility I (and others, I am certain) have felt. Love, Peace, Justice -- they are not *profitable*. Nobody gains anything from them. ### DISCLAIMER: THESE ARE NOT MY INTERNALLY GENERATED FEELINGS THEY ARE THE IMPRESSIONS I AM GETTING FROM THE REST OF THE WORLD WITH THE EXCEPTION OF THE SYMPATHETIC PERSONS (considering we say 'empathic' or 'telepathic', shouldn't the word be 'sympathic'?) I HAVE COME TO KNOW AND LOVE, PHYSICALLY, LOGICALLY AND VIRTUALLY. (Yes, I live three or four separate realities -- keeps me 'sane' :-) ### "It's sad to say that this is the case, but it seems to be the rationale behind it all. The materially wealthy *almost* never know true love; the materially poor seem to be wealthier in almost every single way, be- cause they find their wealth in knowledge, emotion, sharing and in every single little thing that comes along, because they don't have much else that they can do. And since the majority of the materially wealthy never know true love (because they are emotionally stunted in a *lot* of ways because they are so often sheltered from the so-called 'scum' of the world), they play a dog-in-the-manger role, saying, Well, if I can't have it, then neither can they. "And the really sad thing is that I don't think they fully know what the hell they are doing. I don't think it's a conscious thing; I think they're just comfortable in their yuppie lifestyles, and therefore reluctant to explore avenues of change. Even I am guilty of that (I have a job which pays well and I love what I do -- it's what I wanted to do ever since I had my first account on a VAX a long time ago). I have thought of other avenues of work, but most of them are not feasible. I'd love to go out and try to become a professional musician and make it as a rock and roll bass/ keyboard player, but that's ten plus years of my life that I don't want to spend pursuing something that is only a possibility. In the meantime, if I meet people who like to get together and jam and have a good time, great. If they want to take it further, great, I'll go and have some fun. In the meantime, I'm fairly secure, and if I'm going to be supporting a household within a year and a half, then I'm going to stick with what I have. "In defense of what might seem to be apparent yuppiedom on my part, technically speaking, according to definition, I fit the description if you break down the acronym (Young Urban Professional). However, I have this pair of headphones that needs fixing or replacing. Being as the plug is the only thing not functioning, I figure I can strip down the wires, solder in left, right and ground on the new plug and go on my way listening to some good tunes... (the speakers and headset are still in excellent condition and it seems such a waste, especially when I picked up a plug cheaply enough...) "But I ramble... I still bemoan the fact that things are cheaper to re- place than to repair (unless you do it yourself...hmm, that could become any self-respecting person's new pastime *real* fast if one gave it any thought), and I am as resentful of it as anyone else here. I wish it were the other way around. "Anyway, I'm very glad someone brought this up. It's re-awakened yet another part of me." > > ---Jilara the Exile (I hope.) > "If I'm not home accepting what I cannot change, I'm out changing >what I can't accept." ---Ashleigh Brilliant What if you can't do either one...? > > (alternate identity may be jane@fsdcupt.csd.mot.com---don't you love > computers with identity crises?) We have one here with two ethernet cards in it and two ways to reference it; does that count? Hasta later, folks. -- "You guys are NUTS! En-Vee-Tee-Ess, NUTS!" -- History of the World, part I.