Path: mit-eddie!mintaka!think!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!usc!cs.utexas.edu!uunet!microsoft!peterdur From: peterdur@microsoft.UUCP (Peter Durham) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Wandering about... Message-ID: <10249@microsoft.UUCP> Date: 13 Jan 90 01:42:35 GMT Reply-To: peterdur@microsoft.UUCP (Peter Durham) Organization: Microsoft Corp., Redmond WA Lines: 93 Janelle and I come into the place a bit soggy... it's been raining quite a bit out here. I walk up to the bar, places a dollar on the counter, and asks for a hot cup of chicken soup. Janelle sits down at a quiet table and thinks about a toast, while I wander around the room. I go over to the Strikemaster, who recently said... | [...] I can now believe in the concept of soulmates, but before I | resume the search, I have to be sure of myself. The walls have to | come down. You cannot "be the light in someone else's eyes" if you | keep your beacon hidden. This much I understand. First thing | though, is to be certain that the flame won't go out when the | fortress walls are dropped." | "To The Inner Fires; may they burn bright for all to see, for | those that you love to feel the warmth, and to let your soulmate find | you wherever they may be..." "I agree. When walls are up, all including soulmates are shut out. But dropping those walls requires a certain amount of readiness and security... we build walls to hide behind, and if we are not ready to come out, new walls will go up. Only when we feel confident enough in ourselves can we expose our true nature, and find someone whose nature agrees with ours." I see Ellisif and Dani talking to Justin, and wander over. "Dani, Ellisif, thanks very much for your offers to help us with dance! Janelle only mentioned in passing that we were planning to volunteer to teach it, and we know your help (and, Dani, your cheat sheet) will be very useful." I hear the creak of a rocking chair, and discover Peter Crowther and his guitar and amp at a table by the fireplace. Before moving from the fireplace, he said... | [...] "I dunno... sometimes I think I'm mad to even talk about it. You | see, I feel like a dual personality. There's me, looking out through | my eyes, and then there's this other part of me that spends all its | time looking down on me from a point about six inches above and a | foot behind my head. That's the one that's continually whispering | 'What did you do that for? Idiot, baring your soul like that. Why | smile at him/her? There's no point, and it just makes you stick out | from the crowd. You're an idiot. You know nobody's going to read | this far in the message, and nobody'll respond to it even if they do | read it, so what's the point in sending it? What's the point? What's | the point?' You get the idea." I pause, for a moment, then speak. "I think having a critical secondary personality is not an unusual thing. I know I often get lost in introspective debate about whether or not I want to do something or ask something... Richard Bach, in _The_Bridge_Across_Forever_ (which is so quoted here that it's probably callahans.required.reading after Spider Robinson's books), describes his 'observer' which stands by with clipboard in hand grading him in his times of stress." I smile. "I learn a lot about myself from conversing with my observer... though the worries he (?) brings up are almost always exaggerated." | Peter Crowther, Dept. of Electrical Engineering, University of Manchester, | Manchester M13 9PL, England. Changing the topic, I chat with Peter. "I was just in Manchester this summer, on my honeymoon with Janelle. You may ask _why_ anyone would ever honeymoon in Manchester... well my grandmother lives out in Flixton, and we stayed with her for a while, and went out on day trips. Is all that work in Picadilly station done yet? We only went into the city to go shopping, and catch trains to other cities." Suddenly... | **POOF** | The soft sound of Tabbifli's arrival fills the air, and a few people look | up in astonishment, as they'd thought never to see her again. The astonishment soon gives way to celebration, as Janelle and I (and many others) make our way over to Tabbifli for hugs and welcome backs. | 'I have opened myself up more here than I have anywhere else, or with | anyone aside from my love. It is odd.. I am not sure if it is because I | hope to meet you, one day, and become proper friends, or if it is because | I am fairly sure of not meeting most of you at all, and am therefore in | little/no danger of betrayal. If anyone else knows.... "It's an interesting question... being effectively anonymous does make it easier to open up, at least initially. Now that I feel comfortable here, I think I would like to meet you and many of the other people here... but it is entirely possible that I would not have said some of the things I have, had I known many callahans.participants beforehand. Of course, there may be more of you out there than I know about." I wave to Justin, John, and Jennifer. When I return to Janelle, she's still pondering, so I sit down and finish off my chicken soup. It feels nice and warm in here... - Peter ... gee, I guess I get my quarters back today ... Path: mit-eddie!bu.edu!bu-cs!lll-winken!sun-barr!newstop!sun!limes From: limes@sun.com (Greg Limes) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: A toast to my best friend... Message-ID: Date: 13 Jan 90 02:54:40 GMT References: <9001051340.aa20022@CC1.PICA.ARMY.MIL> <6408@ucdavis.ucdavis.edu> Sender: news@sun.Eng.Sun.COM Followup-To: alt.callahans Lines: 24 In-reply-to: ez000691@pollux's message of 9 Jan 90 05:00:14 GMT 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. One of the huddled throng, dressed in grey (it sets off the long red hair and the beard nicely) acquires a glass from the counter and steps up to the line before the fireplace. "Love of any kind is the greatest gift that can be given; more so, since giving *is* receiving. Scott, I hope that you can pierce through your pain to continue feeling the joy of having such a friend. "A toast, then -- to the Love between Friend and Friend." The empty champagne glass sails through the air, shattering among the coals, and the grey man fades into the crowd. -- -- Greg Limes limes@eng.sun.com ...!sun!limes 73327,2473 [choose one] Path: mit-eddie!mit-amt!snorkelwacker!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!brutus.cs.uiuc.edu!apple!arc!steve From: steve@arc.UUCP (Steve Savitzky) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Tact (was Re: Answers, and more doubt...) Message-ID: <765@arc.UUCP> Date: 12 Jan 90 22:58:43 GMT References: <11698@csli.Stanford.EDU> Reply-To: steve@arc.UUCP (Steve Savitzky) Organization: Advansoft Research Corp, Santa Clara, CA Lines: 54 The medium-sized teddybear pops in briefly, and transforms into Steve (not the one Chris quoted) somewhere in the neighborhood of Chris Phoenix. "I wouldn't say that asking about somebody's grades is rude, but it's certainly tactless. It puts them in the position of possibly having to mention something painful, if they aren't doing well, or possibly painful to you if they're doing well and think you're not. "It's different, of course, if they bring up the subject first. And it's usually safe to ask about the results of a test they had mentioned being worried about beforehand. Just try to remember that you're interested in the other person as a friend, not as an employee. "Also, unless you're trying to get specific information, it's always better to ask open-ended questions. Things like `how's it going?' rather than `what were your grades like last quarter?' It is also *essential* to *really want to know the answer!* Someday some jogger is going to get yelled at for shouting out `How's it going' as he roars past me on a bad day. I figure if they're not going to stick around for an answer, they have no bloody right to ask me questions. "There's a related bit of tactlessness, namely asking questions just to hear a response. It's particularly common with young children and those who hang around them. Daddy asks Katy `Who's that over there? Is that Mommy? What letter does Mommy start with?...' and so on. When my little girl started doing it back to me it broke me of the habit *real fast*." The guitar slung over Steve's back can't resist putting her two cents in. "The real reason he claims to know so much about tact is that he has to work so hard on being tactful himself. Gives him lots of practice thinking about it. Oh, you asked about posting song lyrics. Songwriters make most of their money from recording sales and air time, and will usually take the approach that anything that makes it more likely that you'll want to buy, request, or record their song is a good thing. Publishers are another matter, though--they usually publish sheet music to go with their recordings. Strictly speaking it's copyrighted material and you shouldn't post it without asking permission." There is a button pinned onto the guitar's strap. It reads: Lie down with lawyers get up with fees. Steve and the guitar fade out in a cloud of disorganized bits. -- \ Steve Savitzky \ Grand Central Starport \ REAL hackers use an AXE! \ steve@arc.UUCP \ 343 Leigh Avenue \ #include \ arc!steve@apple.COM \ San Jose, CA 95128 \ h:408-294-6492 w:727-3357 \__________________________________________________________________________ Path: mit-eddie!mintaka!yale!cs.utexas.edu!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!ucbvax!CCB.UCSF.EDU!robin From: robin@CCB.UCSF.EDU (Robin Colgrove) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: softball, sutures and suds Message-ID: <9001132247.AA23629@ccb.ucsf.EDU> Date: 13 Jan 90 22:47:16 GMT Sender: daemon@ucbvax.BERKELEY.EDU Lines: 28 A bedraggled figure staggers in, bike helmet askew, khakis marked by numerous colorful stains, surgical scub top visible around the edges of a well-beaten denim jacket. It is our old friend Sir robin the Accident-Prone, just geting off a long shift in the Emergency Room and looking more than a little unfocused around the edges. "Beer. Stat. One liter, P.O., prn wipeout." San Francisco General Hospital, the Mission ER, the MISH, where the motto reads: This is as real as it gets. Well, if that's the case, this burnt out old student is in need of some serious fantasy. So. To callahans... "Once I've got my electrolytes re-equilibrated, I'll go into 'Tales of the ER' mode but for now I think I'll just unwind..." And with that, he lifts his mug to his lips, settles down into his barstool and..."AAAAAAOOOOUUUUUWW!"...explodes out of the seat, ramming his nose down into his beer and clutching his fanny with his free hand. Gingerly reaching into his back pocket, he winces withdrawing a small curved needle. "I knew I had that extra suture around here somewhere!" Ahhh, some things never change. "Oh, yeah. Callahanians in Boston. I'll be out interviewing later this month 1/22-5. Evenings free. Realspace get-together?" "Oh-squared. No luck so far with attempts to round up a Cross-Time Taverns softball league. Over at the Phoenix (in Poul Anderson Space) A knight and a werewolf were arguing theology and couldn't be bothered with such trivia. At The Restaurant of the End of the Universe they're still holding out for cricket. And some character in Bloody Bill's over in Amber took my ball and threw it literally clear to the next county! Through the wall, yet! Sheesh. Maybe this wasn't such a great idea after all..." Path: mit-eddie!mintaka!oliveb!apple!usc!cs.utexas.edu!mailrus!rutgers!njin!princeton!phoenix!jwbirdsa From: jwbirdsa@phoenix.Princeton.EDU (James Webster Birdsall) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Money and Materialism Keywords: attitude Message-ID: <12894@phoenix.Princeton.EDU> Date: 13 Jan 90 18:24:52 GMT Organization: Princeton University, NJ Lines: 70 The scarecrow in the emerald cloak stands up to speak, but before he starts there is a brief and eye-bending flux of form and color ending up with a green tiger. {Sorry about that,} he broadcasts. {But I'm feeling furry today and I thought I'd manifest a bit differently.} He begins to work his way through the tables toward the fireplace, which isn't as easy as it sounds. Due to the unusual spatial properties of the Place, almost every direction turns out to lead into a corner... He speaks as he pads along. {There's been a lot of talk lately about money and materialism and spiritual deprivation. I think that some of it has been missing a point... {Money, per se, is one of the more useless substances on the face of the planet. It doesn't even make good scrap paper, since most of it has been printed on already. And money in the bank is even worse. These days, it's usually a magnetic flux configuration on a disk somewhere. And you don't even have access to the disk. {But -- and this is the big but -- money can be used to buy things. I like money, but not as an end in itself. As I said, money in itself is useless. Its sole purpose is to buy things. And one of my continuing goals is to get lots of it so that I can go out and buy more things.} By this time, he has finally reached the fire. He carefully picks a spot out of range of flying glass. {Excuse me,} he says as he gently pushes a projecting foot or two out of the way with a green forepaw. He then sprawls on his side, belly toward the fire, looking like a very contented Cat. {Now, before anybody spits on me for being a crass materialist, I have a few more points to make. Things, as a goal in themselves, are pretty useless too. The book collector who can't read any of them because s/he might damamge them. The car collector who owns wonderful cars but won't drive them for fear of scratching the paint. People like this make no sense to me. {I buy books so that I can read them. I buy CDs so that I can listen to them. I buy computer hardware and other electronics so that I can use them. I will admit to some pride of ownership -- I have managed to acquire some nice stuff -- but if I can't _use_ it, I might as well not have it. Which is why,} he says with a Cat grin, {I persisted in taking my big stereo to prep school with me, despite my parents' objections that it took up half the car. I bought it because I wanted to use it to listen to music and if it stayed home while I went to school, I might was well have taken that money and bought something else with it that I _could_ take to school. {At this point, you may have gathered that my ultimate purpose for money is to have a good time. And not just by buying things with it. Money is useful for going places and doing things, also. And it's good as a buffer between me and and world. When my gall bladder went blooey this summer, I was able to go to the hospital and get it fixed because my parents had the money available (well, actually, the insurance paid for it, but that's because they have the money to pay the premiums). {But -- and here's another big but -- if the purpose of money is to use it to have a good time, then taking a job I hate just to get more money is defeating the purpose. Of course, if all I can get are jobs I hate, then obviously the one that pays the best will maximize overall enjoyment. Or a job I hate a little versus one I'm lukewarm about that pays much less. It's a linear programming problem. {Anyway,} he says as he raises his head to survey the room once more, {I think that I've demonstrated that it is possible to like money without being a materialist in the usual sense of the word. I care about neither the money nor the things per se. It's what I can do with them that's important -- whether it's buying a better monitor or a better CD player or a keyboard or going to visit a friend or buying somebody a present. Because the sad truth of it is that there is almost nothing you can do anymore without needing money somewhere in the process...} The green stripy head was been gradually dropping and finally comes to rest on the floor, eyes closed, listening, listening... -- 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!bloom-beacon!shelby!csli!cphoenix From: cphoenix@csli.Stanford.EDU (Chris Phoenix) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Money and Materialism Keywords: attitude Message-ID: <11719@csli.Stanford.EDU> Date: 14 Jan 90 06:39:00 GMT References: <12894@phoenix.Princeton.EDU> Sender: cphoenix@csli.Stanford.EDU (Chris Phoenix) Reply-To: cphoenix@csli.stanford.edu (Chris Phoenix) Organization: Center for the Study of Language and Information, Stanford U. Lines: 24 In article <12894@phoenix.Princeton.EDU> jwbirdsa@phoenix.Princeton.EDU (James Webster Birdsall) writes: > ... Because the sad truth of it is that there is almost nothing you >can do anymore without needing money somewhere in the process...} I'd just like to make a comment on the dangers of money. It's not from personal experience, but I've seen it in several places now. First, a description of the symptoms. A family has a lot of money. The kid grows up with everything s/he wants. But--the kid has no real love or support from the family and is usually unhappy. S/he is generally immature for hes [sic] (What do you think? Is it a reasonable neuter pronoun?) age, and often very materialistic. For a reference, check out a recent issue of Newsweek. The issue was about families. It described some people like the ones I'm talking about. Speculation on the problem: The parents, knowing that money is necesary and sufficient to solve a lot of problems, start to assume that it is sufficient to solve every problem. Thus, when the kid has a problem, they just give him more money. This teaches hem [sic] the same thing. And so the cycle continues... -- Chris Phoenix | A harp is a nude piano. cphoenix@csli.Stanford.EDU | "More input! More input!" ...And I only kiss your shadow, I cannot see your hand, you're a stranger now unto me, lost in the dangling conversation, and the superficial sighs... Path: mit-eddie!rutgers!usc!brutus.cs.uiuc.edu!rpi!jefyoung From: jefyoung@pawl.rpi.edu (Jeffrey Young) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Hey, hi, ho, again here we go! Summary: Yup. Me again. Keywords: altitude, spin and stuff Message-ID: Date: 15 Jan 90 07:19:57 GMT References: <12894@phoenix.Princeton.EDU> <11719@csli.Stanford.EDU> Organization: Green Grass And Shade,somewhere near Troy Lines: 210 Had anyone been looking outside (or lurking, as the case may be) Callahan's early morning Monday (1am-ish) they would have seen a soft glow through the continuous snowstorm. A glow that turns into a ray of sunlight, and finally a shimmering portal to something that isn't quite the Summer Country opens, and a Unicorn, blue as the sky on a cloudless day, leaps through. The portal snaps shut with an audible *foop* and the one known as Taldin looks back at where it was. He frowns, and turns to face forward again, where the old wooden sign greets him-- "Callahan's" with the new addition of the 'Open 24 Hours' sub-sign dangling below it. He smiles, and knows he is someplace he calls home.. or one of them. "I willow call anyplace home where I stay, and keep coming back to. Were I a bird, why it would be anyplace I return to birch...but no matter what, in a storm like this, here I know I can surely be Oak. No dogs barking, anyhow..Ah well, a Place such as this really grows on you.. Moss be the fern-iture-- lack of bar-stools..but why am I standing outside? Because I havent been ash-ed in? Nonsense. The door is always open for one such as myself. " And, on cue, the door is open. I step in, remembering that I wanted originally to play something on my horn, but I forgot. Oh well. "Greetings, old and new! Whether you know me or not, I am still Taldin, the Blue Unicorn, and patron of Callahan's...haelo again to all my friends, ..and I must say I am happy to be back. Guess most of the others have yet to return, or else people are pretty quiet." Taldin walks (canters) over to the bar, and orders his usual Spiked Apple Juice. "Haven't had one of these in two weeks. Thanks, Mike." "Maybe I'll get to a toast this time. Maybe not. But first, a request..." "Greg, or anyone else who has been arechiving Callahan's, I missed articles 545 to 606. If you can get me those specific articles within 10, great! If not, I'll take what you have..the dates, incidentally, cover December 22nd to January 1st. I have the rest." "I printed out all 544 articles from the start, and over vacation I read them. I missed lots of stuff too. Blah. Well, I'm caught up now, and I'd like to add some stuff to old conversations, then I'll get to the stuff of recent days. And when I get the articles I missed, I'll do the middle..." Taldin chuckles. "All my stories have a beginning and an end, but no middle." "Anyhow, where was I? Ah, old stuff." Taldin walks over to where the scarecrow is sitting. "Poisoned warm fuzzies turn an awful shade of green when one who is sensitive touches it. Also, poisoned ones are rare that they do one of two things-- die very quickly, or else they recover, and become unusually warm ones. The analogy is that while one who gives such may have done so out of selfishness, those who are recipients often help that person.. ...the thing to realize is that while that person's fuzzies may be poisoned, the fact that he can give them out in the first place means something --that there is the potential to care." "And yes, I *do* consider you a 'friend', in the definition that I do not mind your presence, and you contribute to the whole of the group. If it may be that I have made friends with a mask, then the fact that you can maintain that mask with such believability means that it is not quite a mask, but a reflection of a part of yourself that may achieve control of you later on." ..next to Diana Egly.. "Suicide. Ugh, and while there are thousands of unconvincing reasons *not* to, that when you are in those pits of despair, and you don't believe a word of it, (I had it happen to me) do the illogical. Set it as a goal, (several gasps are heard) that in order to do away with yourself you will have to have a force of will that shows your determination. I myself know that I must conquer one of my greatest fears (that of heights) in order to take 'the final cop-out.' I have since added other conditions (that there must be noone who will be hurt by my death, and that I will be a burden to others should I continue in life) and it becomes very hard for me to do it indeed. There is a fine line between the will to live and the will to die; they are opposite poles. But each requires enourmous strength of mind and spirit to do such, and one who is depressed cannot muster such strength. Sometimes someone saying 'I'll help you' may help more than someone saying 'don't do it.' It is up to the person trying to help (thank the gods for what empathy I have) which way to nudge the person's will towards. Y'see, if it should be negative the mind moves to, then odds on either they shall kill themselves, and it will be nobody's fault, as it was a conscious and well thought out decision by the deceased, or else they have the strength to realize their foolishness. If you cannot find a convincing reason NOT to kill yourself, then find reasons TO do it, and weigh the pros versus the cons. I always find that it's too costly for me to throw away my 'cheap and worthless' life. Perhaps I may not be worth much to myself, but as has been proven time and again, I am worth much to others." "Yes, I am a strongly against suicide." ..turns to Tabbifli "Hi! >>>HUG<<< Glad to see thee back again, (pause and a word missing -8) ) and things will improve. I hope so, at least...but you are here, and most of us are here. Those who are not are with us in spirit, I think. This is a place I will never forget, barring amnesia or death, whichever comes first." "To the present, and a new decade.." >>CRASH<< ..addresses Peter in the rocking chair "Nah, there are a lot of us out there who want to do 'something about it.' You missed Alaric and the discussion on the women in Montreal. As Jilara says, there are lots of people who are heroic and willing to change this world for the better, but they generally don't live to tell the tale. We are left mainly with those who hold heroism in disdain, who care too much about their own silly selves to worry or care for others. Fortunately, we've found Callahan's, where the bunch of us (who are still alive in this Here and Now -8) )who agree that caring should be more important than stupid weapons (with a nod to Tommi) and we'll be here for some time yet. At least I will. And that voice in your head-- I've got one too, and he is whom I call Taldin. But he is me as well, and there are a few explanations for that, which I won't go into in public, so as not to offend anyone. I can't reach you by E-mail for some reason. Can you send me a working address?" ..back to the bar, slurps the champagne quickly, and tosses the glass "May your friend Sharon always be happy, and your spiritkin as well. Keep in touch, to be sure...keep in mind that she might not have as much time for you as before, and don't hold it against her if she lets you down--and you'll be fine." >>CRASH<< Cheers, Scott.. ..finally to the table with Jilara,Moonchilde, Chris Phoenix, and the Scarecrow (we'll wait for the others to start up the mailing list again) and addresses Jilara... "Neat. Magazines that try to set rules on you, that dehumanize you, are meant to be burned. I don't even subscrube to Cosmopolitan. -8) But of course, that is a problem with this world-- they get the kids when they are young, and they read these magazines believeing that every awesome guy is a 'side of beef' and every wonderful woman has to be wearing a skin-tight bathing suit. Gee, I don't think there's a hundred of those people in the country. Certainly not the 'national image..' oh, I forgot. (from 'Enemy of the People' "The minority is always right.) Yeah, right, maybe the minority who write the magazine, and also those who pose for the photos. The rest of the world isn't like that, but they never get in the magazines. We are not going to make it anywhere believing we can be what is impossible to be. But I suppose it sells the magazine.. well, they haven't sold one to me..." "All right, enough of this sarcasm on my part. It's unbecoming. I am glad to be back, if a bit cranky and tired because I am having problems with a good friend of mine, check that, my dearest Oath Friend. Perhaps I'll tell her story. But not now.. it's 2am now, and I have been at this for an hour. As a certain relative of mine likes to say, "Hugs to all.." and good luck in all you attempt this new-clear decade. Some things in life are worth keeping, no matter what the price-- these are called sentimental objects, and good friends." Taldin's tired frown turns into a grin. "Much better. Now that's a good way to end a post.. but first , a poem off the top of my head, I think.." If you should need a word, an ear, a helping hand, Then you need look no farther than this Place, Where friends from near or distant of land Shall try to put that smile back on your face. Callahans, that place made up by Spider, Where drinks are cheap, and advice is free, A place to make one's heart and chest feel lighter Indeed a place built on love, by all of you and me. If troubled times should be upon you And you have no other place to go, Perhaps it seems the end of life you knew Well, remember that there's more to know. Say your peace, and wait around, We'll be here soon enough And in the Place where Care has no bound We'll get you through the rough. "Thanks all", I say amid the crash of glass, "but I need to crash now too..9am class tomorrow. Say, I need a titile for that poem.. since I just wrote it cold, I never worry about titles. What do you suggest? Oh yeah, and feel free to add more verses if you feel like it. You can't make it any verse.." "You got a poet there, Tal." ,Doc Webster says. "Where there's a rhyme, there's a reason.." -Taldin The Blue Unicorn Defender Of Light Furry At Large P.S. Anyone know the whereabouts of Alaric and Greywolf? I heard something about them leaving. P.P.S. Greetings, to thee, Mr. Alan Miller! P.P.S. Haelo also, Thelonious-- is this the one I know from Connect? P.P.P.S. Hiya again to anyone I missed. I'm sure to hear from you again. -- "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." jefyoung@pawl.rpi.edu Path: mit-eddie!rutgers!njin!princeton!phoenix!jmdoyle From: jmdoyle@phoenix.Princeton.EDU (Jennifer Doyle) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Money and Materialism Keywords: attitude Message-ID: <12934@phoenix.Princeton.EDU> Date: 15 Jan 90 09:02:16 GMT References: <12894@phoenix.Princeton.EDU> <11719@csli.Stanford.EDU> Reply-To: jmdoyle@phoenix.Princeton.EDU (Jennifer Mary Doyle) Organization: or, conversely, Chaos: Lines: 16 In <11719@csli.Stanford.EDU> cphoenix@csli.stanford.edu (Chris Phoenix) writes: >hes [sic] (What do you think? Is it a reasonable neuter pronoun?) age, and Be careful about trying to come up with neuter pronouns and stuff. I thought I had a really good one and posted it in soc.women. It began with the letter equally between h(e) and s(he), and it was the first to letters of the word neutral. It wasn't until a followup that I realized this would be pronounced "nee". (long e) And me a Python fanatic, too! Sigh. :-) Jen -- "Make mine a root beer, Mike. Thanks. To communication! " ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jennifer Doyle // Princeton '92 // jmdoyle@phoenix.princeton.edu Disclaimer: I am a student, I represent the future. Path: mit-eddie!bbn!granite!MWolf From: MWolf@granite.cr.bull.com (Mary-Anne Wolf) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Hey, hi, ho, again here we go! Summary: nice poem! Keywords: altitude, spin and stuff Message-ID: <1990Jan15.155151.9363@granite.cr.bull.com> Date: 15 Jan 90 15:51:51 GMT References: <12894@phoenix.Princeton.EDU> <11719@csli.Stanford.EDU> Reply-To: MWolf@granite.UUCP (Mary-Anne Wolf) Organization: Bull HN Information Systems Inc. Lines: 16 A silvery bubble containing a black-cloaked figure briefly becomes almost visible near the ceiling.. A female voice comes from it. "Nice poem, Taldin! Are all blue unicorns such good poets?" "By the way, my 'real-space coordinates' are in the Boston vicinity, and, schedule and parking permitting, I'd like to participate in any get-together around here." The bubble disappears again. Mary-Anne Wolf mwolf@pws.bull.com "It is so clear. You were meant to be here...from the beginning." -- Path: mit-eddie!bu.edu!bu-cs!lll-winken!uunet!tank!cps3xx!usenet From: usenet@cps3xx.UUCP (Usenet file owner) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Panama Summary: Did Panama really declare war? Keywords: misinformation Message-ID: <6025@cps3xx.UUCP> Date: 15 Jan 90 18:38:26 GMT References: <2883@vu-vlsi.Villanova.EDU> <1099@swbatl.UUCP> <2889@vu-vlsi.Villanova.EDU> Reply-To: frey@frith.egr.msu.edu (Zachary Frey) Distribution: alt Organization: Michigan State University, College of Engineering Lines: 35 In article <2889@vu-vlsi.Villanova.EDU> nlp@vu-vlsi.UUCP (Nick Pine) writes: >Brian Gilstrap writes: >>I seem to recall that Panama had declared war on the U.S. Is this true? >I believe so. [tall tale deleted] >>If so, it would change the picture (in my opinion) somewhat. >Agreed. Uh, guys ... I don't think that's what really happened. Or, at least, it was a matter of interpretation. What Noriega did way say that "a state of war now exists between Panama and the United States." Certain U.S. politicians and newspapers jumped on this statement as a declaration of war by Panama. Others (i.e., much of the world community) saw this a Noriega simply acknowledging a situation that already existed between the two contries. Basic point -- "Panama declared war on us" is a statement that needs to be looked at carefully ... Zach <<<* Occaisional Wise Man and Perpetual Fool *>>> Papernet: Zachary Frey | frey@frith.egr.msu.edu | Usenet: the 514 Virginia St. | frey@msuegr.BITNET | Bellman's E. Lansing, MI 48823 | ...uunet!frith!frey | Paradise.