Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!apple!usc!cs.utexas.edu!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!ucbvax!fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM!jane From: jane@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM (Jane Beckman x2637) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: A Visit Message-ID: <9001170929.AA22775@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM> Date: 17 Jan 90 17:29:18 GMT Sender: daemon@ucbvax.BERKELEY.EDU Lines: 57 A couple of people come into The Place and do a slight double-take at a very misty and transparent Alaric sitting at Jilara's table. She smiles and shrugs, spreading her hands. "I said I had a few small magicks at my disposal. This is only a bit of astral projection, but he wanted to come see everyone here, despite his being Elsewhere." At this point, the door softly opens (somewhat unusual, as the door of the Place normally bangs noisily) and a handsome but sad-eyed bard walks in. He is dressed in a blue velvet doublet, a matching cap with a white plume, and blue hose. The doublet is puffed and slashed to show a blouse of purple satin underneath, and his boots are soft and low, of brown doeskin. He walks toward the Empath's corner, and bows first to Taldin, then to Jilara. He nods at Alaric, and pulls up a chair. People sense that something odd is going on, but aren't sure what. His fingers pick chords on his lute, playing with exquisite skill... He begins to sing. Cold as the northern winds, in December mornings, Cold is the cry that rings from this far distant shore. Winter has come too late, too close beside me How can I chase away these fears deep inside? I'll wait the signs to come, I'll find a way I will wait the time to come I'll find a way home. My light shall be the moon, and my path the ocean. My guide the morning star, as I sail home to you. I'll wait the signs to come, I'll find a way, I will wait the time to come, I'll find a way home. Who then can warm my soul? Who can quell my passion? Out of these dreams - a boat I will sail home to you... As the last notes of his lute slowly die away, he says softly, "With thanks to Maire Brennan for writing this song, so that I could know it to play it for you this night." He then turns and leaves without a word. Alaric has been looking at the bard since the moment he entered, looking first startled, then puzzled, then thoughtful, and now has a ghost of a smile like a man who has just glimpsed enlightenment. Jilara looks thoughtfully at Alaric. "Friend of yours?" she asks. "Oh yes," he says, shaking a misty head, "A very old friend..." ---- Disclaimer: I am not responsible for the content of postings other than my own, even if I do seem to sometimes be channelling missing persons. ---- ---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 (alternate identity may be jane@fsdcupt.csd.mot.com---don't you love computers with identity crises?) Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!think!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!usc!bbn!granite!mandel From: mandel@granite.cr.bull.com (Mark Mandel) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: tommi talks again... Summary: Oops. Message-ID: <1990Jan17.205552.25258@granite.cr.bull.com> Date: 17 Jan 90 20:55:52 GMT References: <1990Jan16.033607.6677@granite.cr.bull.com> Reply-To: mandel@granite.cr.bull.com (Mark Mandel) Distribution: alt Organization: Bull HN Information Systems Inc. Lines: 16 In article spacey@bu-pub.bu.edu (Eva Chan) writes: >Silverblack, um, I think I should correct you that Tommi and Tuomas are two >different people. Although they are twins. :-) But I believe that your >words would be well taken. :-D Silverblack's face suddenly looks rather redder than can be accounted for by the firelight alone. As he buries it in a large mug of beer, he can be heard muttering something about ... reading too d--- fast and carelessly, either because it was daytime and he was supposed to be working or because it was nighttime and he was supposed to be sleeping. -- -- Mark Mandel (InterNet: Mandel@granite.cr.bull.com) /* My employer is not responsible for anything I say, do, think, or eat. */ Path: mit-eddie!mintaka!think!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!sol.ctr.columbia.edu!sdsu!ucsd!ucsdhub!hp-sdd!hplabs!hplred!egly From: egly@hplred.HP.COM (Diana Egly) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: softball, sutures and suds Message-ID: <20940030@hplred.HP.COM> Date: 16 Jan 90 19:24:12 GMT References: <9001132247.AA23629@ccb.ucsf.EDU> Organization: Hewlett Packard Labs, Palo Alto CA Lines: 15 / hplred:alt.callahans / robin@CCB.UCSF.EDU (Robin Colgrove) / 2:47 pm Jan 13, 1990 / > 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, Robin, I get a stitch in my side just from laughing at you. You're suture cut-up! If I see you with another person in a white coat, I'll think it a paradox. And when I try to get your attention, I won't be too surprised if the paramedics respond. Why's wrong? Catgut your tongue? Path: mit-eddie!mintaka!think!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!sol.ctr.columbia.edu!sdsu!ucsd!ucsdhub!hp-sdd!hplabs!hplred!egly From: egly@hplred.HP.COM (Diana Egly) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: A prayer Message-ID: <20940028@hplred.HP.COM> Date: 16 Jan 90 17:49:19 GMT Organization: Hewlett Packard Labs, Palo Alto CA Lines: 30 Last night when on my way to a friend's house to celebrate his birthday, I saw an ambulance, sirens blaring, trying to get around cars. Whenever I see an ambulance I start asking that the other drivers get out of the way, that the ambulance get where its going promptly and safely, that the paramedics be able to help. If I were Catholic I would cross myself, but I'm not. So I just talk to God. Because of the ambulance I was stuck in traffic, and so I saw that the injured party was (evidentally) a pedestrian. I saw that the police talking to the engineer of the train that was stopped at the intersection. The intersection where my sister was killed in a pedestrian-train accident. Then I saw the coroner's car arrive and I saw the ambulance leave, empty. So many times have I sat at that intersection and watched the trains go by and saw, in my mind's eye, her accident. It helps. In the moments of her death people that I will never meet were affected. I can see it in the police reports. I can see it in the coroner's investigation. Just as people were affected by the accident last night. Not just me. And so I pray for the engineer. I pray for any other witnesses that there may be. I pray for the family and loved ones of the victim. And particularly for the one who makes the trip to the coroner's office. Perhaps some of the rest of you will be moved to pray with me. Or whatever ritual brings you close to your diety. No toast. No crashing of glass. Just a prayer. Path: mit-eddie!rutgers!cs.utexas.edu!usc!apple!agate!tornado.Berkeley.EDU!gwh From: gwh@tornado.Berkeley.EDU (George William Herbert) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Life in cosmo Message-ID: <1990Jan18.004133.4847@agate.berkeley.edu> Date: 18 Jan 90 00:41:33 GMT Sender: usenet@agate.berkeley.edu (USENET Administrator;;;;ZU44) Reply-To: gwh@ocf.Berkeley.EDU (George William Herbert) Organization: ucb Lines: 31 In article <2746@unisoft.UUCP> greywolf@unisoft.UUCP (The Grey Wolf) writes: >In article haste+@andrew.cmu.edu (Dani Zweig) writes: >>> The materially wealthy *almost* never know true love; >>> the materially poor seem to be wealthier in almost every single way, be- >But most people who are at the *upper extreme* are materialistic, elitist, >snobbish Sons Of Bitches (NOTE, please, that I said "most"), and they are, >in many ways, worse off than those who live on the economic median strip. Maniac Sits up with a snort. "Ah, the dangers of judging others..." I have seen the opposite, that they tend to be just like everyone else, just with bigger toys and better clothes. They laugh, they cry, people sometimes emitionally hurt them like everyone else, and when people they care about die, they will feel sad. In fact, while certainly not in this class myself, i had a good introduction into the latter condition a week ago when a fammily frie friend passed away and i attended the funeral and memorial service. And several friends of mine who fell into this category most certainly didn't act like that when i knew them, any more than anyone else that i knew. Those of you who percieve a unkind attitude about the rich ought to look carefully around the world. Very few people in general when met on the street come across as polite. Sad, but true. Mike, a round for the house. And for everyone, a toast: To better understanding. I do beleive that's what we're about. Lob...Krunch! -maniac Path: mit-eddie!mintaka!yale!cs.utexas.edu!rice!uw-beaver!milton!blake!unicorn!n8442349 From: n8442349@unicorn.WWU.EDU (joy ralph m) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: A lurker with a problem Message-ID: <427@unicorn.WWU.EDU> Date: 18 Jan 90 02:14:56 GMT References: <20940028@hplred.HP.COM> Reply-To: n8442349@unicorn.WWU.EDU (joy ralph m) Organization: Western Washington Univ, Bellingham, WA Lines: 72 The door opens somewhat slowly and a small centaur steps somewhat hesitantly inside. She looks like what you would have if you crossed a hobbit with an overfed Shetland pony. She shakes the damp out of her chestnut hair and stops, then with a look of resolution and hope on her face, she clops over to the bar. "Bailey's and chocolate milk" she says, laying a dollar on the countertop. Then taking a deep breath, she steps forward. "I'm usually pretty shy, and even in a place as warm and friendly as this I have a hard time speaking up. But I need some sympathy right now, so I decided to tell my story and then see if any one here has any good ideas." She shuts her hazel-green eyes for a moment. "Last spring, my advisor told me of a job that particularly suited what I was studying. My other form is a biology/anthropology major, with an interest in forensics. The position was of caretaker at a local funeral home. I would live on-site, in a very nice apartment, and do odd jobs around the place - wash the cars, set up for services, vaccum, etc. And as a bonus, if I were interested (as I most certainly was), I could take the opportunity to study enbalming and other aspects of funeral operation that relate to forensics." "I jumped at the chance. Even better, when I interviewed for the position, they told me they prefered couples." She pauses and drinks. "Now, I happen to have been involved in a relation- ship for two years at the time of the interview, and we had been living together for 4 months. We consider ourselves married, though there are no papers on file anywhere to that effect. I still remain somewhat naive, however, and so, when they asked me if I was married, I chose honesty and answered that no, I wasn't, but that I was part of a couple." She stops. "Well, you can guess the result. They hired the other guy who also interviewed with them, despite the fact that I was better qualified academically and in the other _stated_ areas of need." She takes another drink, and sighs. "Why am I telling all of you patient people this somewhat grisly story? I talked to my advisor again today, and she said that (surprise, surprise) the position is open again because the man they hired left/didn't work out. (I know him, and am not surprised. This is not personal jealousy, either, as other people expressed surprise that he was chosen over me, my advisor included.) BUT, she told me, they won't consider me unless I am willing to live there alone or unless my SO and I get married officially." She stops again, and a look of anger flits across her face. "Now, she (my advisor) told me that the owner of the funeral home had said that this was because of their elderly and conservative clientel; that apparently they were afraid that if word got out that they employed a couple who were LIVING IN SIN (not her words) it would be detrimental to business." Her right forefoot begins to stamp lightly in agitation. "I wasn't aware that living with someone was a condition that made itself apparent merely through physical appearance. Or perhaps I have an invisible sign on my forehead visible only to elderly, conservative people. Considering the contact that I would have with patrons of the home (very little), I don't see that they would have the chance to find out, let alone spread the word. We both wear rings on the appropriate fingers, so, if called upon, we could present the illusion of being married, if that truly was the problem." One last stamp, rather loud. Mike frowns. "Sorry. Anyway, if that's their attitude, there's not much it seems I can do about it. I'm not willing to move out on Corey (my SO) if only because he has been supporting _me_ through school for the last year, and I'm not going to take this break if he can't share it. And that doesn't even touch on the fact that he'd have a problem with me living apart, anyway, he's pretty possessive sometimes. I just needed to blow off some steam. Thanks for listening." She finishes her drink. "To listening ears -- all of them." __CRASH__ Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!apple!bbn!granite!mwolf From: mwolf@granite.cr.bull.com (Mary-Anne Wolf) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: A lurker with a problem Message-ID: <1990Jan18.145131.10924@granite.cr.bull.com> Date: 18 Jan 90 14:51:31 GMT References: <20940028@hplred.HP.COM> <427@unicorn.WWU.EDU> Reply-To: mwolf@granite.cr.bull.com (Mary-Anne Wolf) Organization: Bull HN Information Systems Inc. Lines: 36 A female voice comes from the vicinity of the ceiling. "Welcome centaur. I'm glad that you overcame your usual shyness enough to share your problem with us. It is a problematic question as to how far an employer can interfere with your personal life. There are horror stories of IBM employees who were fired when they started to date technically trained people from other computer companies. I absolutely support what I understand to be your decision that your SO is more important than this job. If it were me, I would have decided the same. It is frustrating and unfair that you possibly cannot have both. It makes a difference when your employer is providing you with a place to live, and it is quite possible that the employer is telling the truth about the opinion of the clientel. If the employer is providing the apartment to you, then they ARE entitled to specify that they WON'T provide it to your SO as well. There are a couple of options. One is for you and your SO to either GET legally married or to PERSUADE the emplpyer that you are. A pair of friends of mine lied to their landlord about whether they were married. If a similar situation were to arise, lieing about your marital status might be called for. A less drastic solution is for YOU to be the only one who OFFICIALLY lives in the apartment, but for your SO to be a permanent live-in guest. Another option is to decide that an employer who is so restrictive is NOT worth it, and to find another job. It depends on what your other options are. You have good reason to feel frustrated. Hope this helps." Mary-Anne mwolf@pws.bull.com (or mwolf@granite.cr.bull.com) "It is so clear. You were meant to be here...from the beginning." -- Path: mit-eddie!bu.edu!bu-cs!lll-winken!uwm.edu!cs.utexas.edu!asuvax!mcdphx!hrc!ferrari!harveyp From: harveyp@ferrari.UUCP (Patrick L. Harvey) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Lyrics, 1990 Message-ID: <4818cdfe.1faaa@ferrari.UUCP> Date: 17 Jan 90 23:19:16 GMT Organization: gte Lines: 17 I've been reading callahans for a while, it seems pretty decent. After an unusually introspective xmas following numerous problems regarding soul mates etc. during 4Q89 I chanced to listen more closely to a particular Jimmy Buffet song and thought the lyrics might be appropriate. (I heard it in a Scottsdale bar which has Callahanish characteritics): ... Yesterday's over my shoulder So I can't look backward too long There's just too much to see Waiting in front of me And I know that I just can't go wrong ... I occasionally write strange poetry of this nature and if I get over being embarassed about it and anyone wants to see it I might post some of it... Path: mit-eddie!bloom-beacon!bu.edu!bu-cs!bucsf!gilly From: gilly@bucsf.bu.edu (Gilly Rosenthol) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: copyrights Summary: Do two copyrights make a copywwrong? Message-ID: Date: 18 Jan 90 18:07:43 GMT Sender: news@bu.edu.bu.edu Reply-To: gilly@bucsf.bu.edu (Gilly Rosenthol) Distribution: alt Organization: Boston University Lines: 14 That same old question again - copyrights. I have a wonderful story that would make a great tall tale, but it's copyrighted. Obviously, legally, I shouldn't post it. But it's so good! What say you? If it's decided that we should respect (or at least obey) copyright laws, I'll at least post the title and author, but I already have the story typed in, so... Let me know what you think. -- +--------------------+-------------------------------------------------------+ | Gilly Rosenthol |"Don't dream it, be it" -The Rocky Horror Picture Show | | gilly@bucsb.bu.edu |"On ne voit bien qu'avec le coeur. | | | L'essentiel est invisible aux yeux." -Le Petit Prince | +--------------------+-------------------------------------------------------+ Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!cs.utexas.edu!texbell!swbatl!uucibg From: uucibg@swbatl.UUCP (3929) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Answers, and more doubt... Message-ID: <1118@swbatl.UUCP> Date: 18 Jan 90 17:59:42 GMT References: <11698@csli.Stanford.EDU> Reply-To: uucibg@swbatl.UUCP (Brian Gilstrap - UCI - 5-3929) Organization: Southwestern Bell Tele. Co. - Advanced Technology Lab - St. Louis Lines: 45 In article <11698@csli.Stanford.EDU> cphoenix@csli.stanford.edu (Chris Phoenix) writes: >... But Ina says there was more to it, and this is where the >scary part comes in. She maintains that I have been looking at her as >an object, and not respecting her as a person. Given that (from her point >of view) I was being rude to her and invading her space many times a day, >I can understand why she felt that way. But she says it's more than even >that... >After we'd been going out for a couple of weeks, we met her brother for a >few minutes, and he told her to break it off because she was already being >hurt. After we broke up, but before we stopped being friends, another >friend of hers saw us together for a few minutes, and without knowing >anything about me, or even that we had been going out, asked Ina if we >had been and told her that I was looking at her (Ina) as an object, and >that she shouldn't get involved with me. Some interesting questions come to my mind here: 1) Just exactly how did they know that you were treating her as an object? 2) Why didn't anyone tell you until later? If she was interested in you enough to get into a relationship but not enough to talk to you about problems, then that's her problem and not yours. I know that doesn't help the pain. You see, I just got off the phone with my ex-fiance. After 4 months of very sporadic contact, we had started doing things together as friends during the last two weeks. Last night we had a long talk about where we were going and what we were each feeling. There were no resolutions but I felt better because things got discussed in an honest and open manner. I thought she felt the same. It seems I was wrong. She now doesn't want to see me very often. I don't know about last night's conversation changed her mind. It was a brief conversation. I also don't know what "not very often" means. We will be getting together this evening to talk. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Brian R. Gilstrap ...!{ texbell, uunet }!swbatl!uucibg OR uucibg@swbatl.UUCP One Bell Center +---------------------------------------------------------- Rm 17-G-4 | "Winnie-the-Pooh read the two notices very carefully, St. Louis, MO 63101 | first from left to right, and afterwards, in case he had (314) 235-3929 | missed some of it, from right to left." -- A. A. Milne -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: Me, speak for my company? You must be joking. I'm just speaking my mind.