Path: mit-eddie!bbn!think!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!lavaca.uh.edu!elroy!cosc5sh From: cosc5sh@elroy.uh.edu (Unbeliever) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: A Time Traveller's Return Message-ID: <5468.25cd7b52@elroy.uh.edu> Date: 5 Feb 90 19:10:41 GMT Organization: The Land Lines: 49 After about a month of silence, the Unbeliever rises to speak once more... "I seem to have become a time travellor in the classical Robinsonian manner. A month of time has just passed for everyone but me. I am the same person I was a month ago, but Callahan's (and the rest of the world) has aged a month without me. It's an odd feeling..." "After catching up with the current events here in the bar, I must admit to being a bit confused about the jam session that seems to be starting up, and are you guys in the corner getting ready to start a game of Canasta?" Unbeliever shakes his head. "This Place is changing, Mike..." "Let me tell you what >I'VE< been up to, while the world was changing around me..." "First of all, I have FINALLY become familiar with most of the legends about this place, as told by Jake to the great Spider Robinson. I have now read _Callahan's CrossTime Saloon_ and _Time Travellors Strictly Cash_, and met Lady Sally and the gang of _Callahan's Lady_ (God, what I wouldn't do to find a place such as hers). I still haven't procured a copy of the third book of Callahan's stories, but I'm working on it!" "Secondly, I've just spent a weekend camping at Big Bend (bet you guys never even saw me leave the bar! Neat the way that works). It was everything I had hoped it would be... I saw millions of stars (including my first shooting star) and incredible mountains on all sides. I hiked along the Rio Grande a short way, and watched a perfect sunrise. I also experienced COLD in a whole new way... All in all, it was quite an experience." "Other than reading books and camping, about the only thing I have done this month is keep up (barely) with my classes. Where does the time go?" "Finally, I once again toast the wonderful people who have made this incarnation of Callahan's what it is today." A glass appears in the Unbeliever's hand in a flash of White Gold Magic. "To Taldin, the blue Unicorn! To Jilara the Invincible! To Diana Egly, whose last message I finally received and replied to, and whom I hope to meet sometime soon! And to all the rest of you -- thanks for making this place a haven from the cold, cruel world outside. Back soon!" The Unbeliever races out the door to go catch lunch with some friends... Be True... -=*> Unbeliever <*=- +-----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |InterNet: cosc5sh@elroy.uh.edu UUCP:...texbell!uhnix1!elroy.uh.edu!cosc5sh | +-----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ Path: mit-eddie!bbn!think!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!mips!apple!apple.com!zardoz From: zardoz@apple.com (The One Eyed Man) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: A Little Dream Message-ID: <6512@internal.Apple.COM> Date: 5 Feb 90 19:30:17 GMT Sender: usenet@Apple.COM Organization: Apple Computer, Inc. Lines: 44 References:<90031.214955EMD101@PSUVM.BITNET> <1990Feb3.002442.14260@NCoast.ORG> In article <1990Feb3.002442.14260@NCoast.ORG> allbery@NCoast.ORG (Brandon S. Allbery) writes: > As quoted from <90031.214955EMD101@PSUVM.BITNET> by EMD101@psuvm.psu.edu: > +--------------- > | "Ideally this would be like a Team Banzai of music. About six members > | besides me, who play various permutations of flute/recorder, oboe, Horns, > | clarinets, bassoon, marimba, cello, piano, and other stuff. They can whistle > | and sing in a full set of ranges. Obviously not all at once. Maybe they > | write too, sheesh, it's not a dictatorship. > | > | "Naturally the Team members are witty and fun to be around, and like to > | discuss physics in their spare time, and eat pizza and play Canasta. How > | about it? Would anyone like to be a part of a Virtual n-tet? We could hang > | out in Callahan's and talk about the music we would play if we were a > | Real n-tet. It's a great idea!" > +--------------- > > "A virtual n-tet could never be as good as a real one... but I miss having the > time for instrumental music. In my time, I've worked with most of the brass > family, tenor saxophone, and a little clarinet... and I've been known to > whistle and even sing, although I'd sooner not inflict what passes for my > voice on others these days. The One Eyed Man looks up, interested. "I've been known to play a bit," he says, "synthesizer, psaltery, banjo, clarinet, guitar, fiddle, violin (yes, _I_ think they are really quite a bit different), 'cello, bagpipes, recorder, hammer dulcimer, silver flute, black flute, bones, spoons, pan pipes, oboe, bassoon, string bass..." he looks around, a bit embarrassed at the length of the list.. "and I write and sing," he says, sounding like there are still a few instruments left off... ************************************* * When you do it to me, it's discrimination * When I do it to you, it's AA ************************************* -- These are my ideas. Oy vey, are they mine. -- zardoz Path: mit-eddie!mintaka!yale!cs.utexas.edu!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!pt.cs.cmu.edu!andrew.cmu.edu!jf2z+ From: jf2z+@andrew.cmu.edu (John Charles Fiala) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Another Entrance (Take TWO!) Message-ID: Date: 5 Feb 90 20:47:09 GMT Organization: Class of '92, Carnegie Mellon, Pittsburgh, PA Lines: 33 The door opens. A man walks in, and trips over the end of the rug, landing flat on his face. He laughs. "Well, that teaches me about being the mysterious type, don't it?" Well, I posted an entrance message a week or two ago, but that was right after a 'potential' girlfriend LJBFed me, and I was under a light gloom. But! (and here I try and toss Mike a 'bill for a diet coke) I'm feeling much better now, and the tigre's advice helped me to cheer up faster than ever before. This seems like as cool a place as the guidebook said. I just recently bought my third copy of it, in fact. I keep loaning it out to people! To the Virtual n-tet: Well, I would ask to join, but the last time I played the piano, everyone else in the family asked me to stop. And they were in the next county at the time! So, I'll just listen to you all play, and try to pick up the rules to Canasta, and giggle at the chaos. (I'm a firm believer in the humor/power of Chaos, I am.) And a toast: To those who can laugh at their own misfortune! May I join thier ranks, for they are always merry! (I left my magic money-machine card in the machine this morning... sheesh!) The short man with the long fingers sits outside of the corner and remembers finally to toss the glass in. WHOOPS! CRASH! "Wow, I hit the fireplace! Off the front door, no less!" John Fiala jf2z@andrew.cmu.edu "Have you ever marvelled that the symbol of love is also the color of blood? Just as the rose is seen from more than one eye, so does everything have more than one aspect! Tell me... do you see love or do you see only blood?" --From Captain Harlock #4 Path: mit-eddie!rutgers!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!pt.cs.cmu.edu!andrew.cmu.edu!jf2z+ From: jf2z+@andrew.cmu.edu (John Charles Fiala) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Another Entrance (Take TWO!) Message-ID: Date: 5 Feb 90 20:47:09 GMT Organization: Class of '92, Carnegie Mellon, Pittsburgh, PA Lines: 33 The door opens. A man walks in, and trips over the end of the rug, landing flat on his face. He laughs. "Well, that teaches me about being the mysterious type, don't it?" Well, I posted an entrance message a week or two ago, but that was right after a 'potential' girlfriend LJBFed me, and I was under a light gloom. But! (and here I try and toss Mike a 'bill for a diet coke) I'm feeling much better now, and the tigre's advice helped me to cheer up faster than ever before. This seems like as cool a place as the guidebook said. I just recently bought my third copy of it, in fact. I keep loaning it out to people! To the Virtual n-tet: Well, I would ask to join, but the last time I played the piano, everyone else in the family asked me to stop. And they were in the next county at the time! So, I'll just listen to you all play, and try to pick up the rules to Canasta, and giggle at the chaos. (I'm a firm believer in the humor/power of Chaos, I am.) And a toast: To those who can laugh at their own misfortune! May I join thier ranks, for they are always merry! (I left my magic money-machine card in the machine this morning... sheesh!) The short man with the long fingers sits outside of the corner and remembers finally to toss the glass in. WHOOPS! CRASH! "Wow, I hit the fireplace! Off the front door, no less!" John Fiala jf2z@andrew.cmu.edu "Have you ever marvelled that the symbol of love is also the color of blood? Just as the rose is seen from more than one eye, so does everything have more than one aspect! Tell me... do you see love or do you see only blood?" --From Captain Harlock #4 Path: mit-eddie!bu.edu!bu-cs!lll-winken!brutus.cs.uiuc.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!pt.cs.cmu.edu!andrew.cmu.edu!jf2z+ From: jf2z+@andrew.cmu.edu (John Charles Fiala) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Another Entrance (Take TWO!) Message-ID: Date: 5 Feb 90 20:47:09 GMT Organization: Class of '92, Carnegie Mellon, Pittsburgh, PA Lines: 33 The door opens. A man walks in, and trips over the end of the rug, landing flat on his face. He laughs. "Well, that teaches me about being the mysterious type, don't it?" Well, I posted an entrance message a week or two ago, but that was right after a 'potential' girlfriend LJBFed me, and I was under a light gloom. But! (and here I try and toss Mike a 'bill for a diet coke) I'm feeling much better now, and the tigre's advice helped me to cheer up faster than ever before. This seems like as cool a place as the guidebook said. I just recently bought my third copy of it, in fact. I keep loaning it out to people! To the Virtual n-tet: Well, I would ask to join, but the last time I played the piano, everyone else in the family asked me to stop. And they were in the next county at the time! So, I'll just listen to you all play, and try to pick up the rules to Canasta, and giggle at the chaos. (I'm a firm believer in the humor/power of Chaos, I am.) And a toast: To those who can laugh at their own misfortune! May I join thier ranks, for they are always merry! (I left my magic money-machine card in the machine this morning... sheesh!) The short man with the long fingers sits outside of the corner and remembers finally to toss the glass in. WHOOPS! CRASH! "Wow, I hit the fireplace! Off the front door, no less!" John Fiala jf2z@andrew.cmu.edu "Have you ever marvelled that the symbol of love is also the color of blood? Just as the rose is seen from more than one eye, so does everything have more than one aspect! Tell me... do you see love or do you see only blood?" --From Captain Harlock #4 Path: mit-eddie!mit-amt!snorkelwacker!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!pt.cs.cmu.edu!andrew.cmu.edu!jf2z+ From: jf2z+@andrew.cmu.edu (John Charles Fiala) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Another Entrance (Take TWO!) Message-ID: Date: 5 Feb 90 20:47:09 GMT Organization: Class of '92, Carnegie Mellon, Pittsburgh, PA Lines: 33 The door opens. A man walks in, and trips over the end of the rug, landing flat on his face. He laughs. "Well, that teaches me about being the mysterious type, don't it?" Well, I posted an entrance message a week or two ago, but that was right after a 'potential' girlfriend LJBFed me, and I was under a light gloom. But! (and here I try and toss Mike a 'bill for a diet coke) I'm feeling much better now, and the tigre's advice helped me to cheer up faster than ever before. This seems like as cool a place as the guidebook said. I just recently bought my third copy of it, in fact. I keep loaning it out to people! To the Virtual n-tet: Well, I would ask to join, but the last time I played the piano, everyone else in the family asked me to stop. And they were in the next county at the time! So, I'll just listen to you all play, and try to pick up the rules to Canasta, and giggle at the chaos. (I'm a firm believer in the humor/power of Chaos, I am.) And a toast: To those who can laugh at their own misfortune! May I join thier ranks, for they are always merry! (I left my magic money-machine card in the machine this morning... sheesh!) The short man with the long fingers sits outside of the corner and remembers finally to toss the glass in. WHOOPS! CRASH! "Wow, I hit the fireplace! Off the front door, no less!" John Fiala jf2z@andrew.cmu.edu "Have you ever marvelled that the symbol of love is also the color of blood? Just as the rose is seen from more than one eye, so does everything have more than one aspect! Tell me... do you see love or do you see only blood?" --From Captain Harlock #4 Path: mit-eddie!bbn!think!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!pt.cs.cmu.edu!andrew.cmu.edu!jf2z+ From: jf2z+@andrew.cmu.edu (John Charles Fiala) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Another Entrance (Take TWO!) Message-ID: Date: 5 Feb 90 20:47:09 GMT Organization: Class of '92, Carnegie Mellon, Pittsburgh, PA Lines: 33 The door opens. A man walks in, and trips over the end of the rug, landing flat on his face. He laughs. "Well, that teaches me about being the mysterious type, don't it?" Well, I posted an entrance message a week or two ago, but that was right after a 'potential' girlfriend LJBFed me, and I was under a light gloom. But! (and here I try and toss Mike a 'bill for a diet coke) I'm feeling much better now, and the tigre's advice helped me to cheer up faster than ever before. This seems like as cool a place as the guidebook said. I just recently bought my third copy of it, in fact. I keep loaning it out to people! To the Virtual n-tet: Well, I would ask to join, but the last time I played the piano, everyone else in the family asked me to stop. And they were in the next county at the time! So, I'll just listen to you all play, and try to pick up the rules to Canasta, and giggle at the chaos. (I'm a firm believer in the humor/power of Chaos, I am.) And a toast: To those who can laugh at their own misfortune! May I join thier ranks, for they are always merry! (I left my magic money-machine card in the machine this morning... sheesh!) The short man with the long fingers sits outside of the corner and remembers finally to toss the glass in. WHOOPS! CRASH! "Wow, I hit the fireplace! Off the front door, no less!" John Fiala jf2z@andrew.cmu.edu "Have you ever marvelled that the symbol of love is also the color of blood? Just as the rose is seen from more than one eye, so does everything have more than one aspect! Tell me... do you see love or do you see only blood?" --From Captain Harlock #4 Path: mit-eddie!wuarchive!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!lavaca.uh.edu!elroy!cosc5sh From: cosc5sh@elroy.uh.edu (Unbeliever) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: A Time Traveller's Return Message-ID: <5468.25cd7b52@elroy.uh.edu> Date: 5 Feb 90 19:10:41 GMT Organization: The Land Lines: 49 After about a month of silence, the Unbeliever rises to speak once more... "I seem to have become a time travellor in the classical Robinsonian manner. A month of time has just passed for everyone but me. I am the same person I was a month ago, but Callahan's (and the rest of the world) has aged a month without me. It's an odd feeling..." "After catching up with the current events here in the bar, I must admit to being a bit confused about the jam session that seems to be starting up, and are you guys in the corner getting ready to start a game of Canasta?" Unbeliever shakes his head. "This Place is changing, Mike..." "Let me tell you what >I'VE< been up to, while the world was changing around me..." "First of all, I have FINALLY become familiar with most of the legends about this place, as told by Jake to the great Spider Robinson. I have now read _Callahan's CrossTime Saloon_ and _Time Travellors Strictly Cash_, and met Lady Sally and the gang of _Callahan's Lady_ (God, what I wouldn't do to find a place such as hers). I still haven't procured a copy of the third book of Callahan's stories, but I'm working on it!" "Secondly, I've just spent a weekend camping at Big Bend (bet you guys never even saw me leave the bar! Neat the way that works). It was everything I had hoped it would be... I saw millions of stars (including my first shooting star) and incredible mountains on all sides. I hiked along the Rio Grande a short way, and watched a perfect sunrise. I also experienced COLD in a whole new way... All in all, it was quite an experience." "Other than reading books and camping, about the only thing I have done this month is keep up (barely) with my classes. Where does the time go?" "Finally, I once again toast the wonderful people who have made this incarnation of Callahan's what it is today." A glass appears in the Unbeliever's hand in a flash of White Gold Magic. "To Taldin, the blue Unicorn! To Jilara the Invincible! To Diana Egly, whose last message I finally received and replied to, and whom I hope to meet sometime soon! And to all the rest of you -- thanks for making this place a haven from the cold, cruel world outside. Back soon!" The Unbeliever races out the door to go catch lunch with some friends... Be True... -=*> Unbeliever <*=- +-----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |InterNet: cosc5sh@elroy.uh.edu UUCP:...texbell!uhnix1!elroy.uh.edu!cosc5sh | +-----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ Path: mit-eddie!wuarchive!brutus.cs.uiuc.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!mips!apple!apple.com!zardoz From: zardoz@apple.com (The One Eyed Man) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: A Little Dream Message-ID: <6512@internal.Apple.COM> Date: 5 Feb 90 19:30:17 GMT Sender: usenet@Apple.COM Organization: Apple Computer, Inc. Lines: 44 References:<90031.214955EMD101@PSUVM.BITNET> <1990Feb3.002442.14260@NCoast.ORG> In article <1990Feb3.002442.14260@NCoast.ORG> allbery@NCoast.ORG (Brandon S. Allbery) writes: > As quoted from <90031.214955EMD101@PSUVM.BITNET> by EMD101@psuvm.psu.edu: > +--------------- > | "Ideally this would be like a Team Banzai of music. About six members > | besides me, who play various permutations of flute/recorder, oboe, Horns, > | clarinets, bassoon, marimba, cello, piano, and other stuff. They can whistle > | and sing in a full set of ranges. Obviously not all at once. Maybe they > | write too, sheesh, it's not a dictatorship. > | > | "Naturally the Team members are witty and fun to be around, and like to > | discuss physics in their spare time, and eat pizza and play Canasta. How > | about it? Would anyone like to be a part of a Virtual n-tet? We could hang > | out in Callahan's and talk about the music we would play if we were a > | Real n-tet. It's a great idea!" > +--------------- > > "A virtual n-tet could never be as good as a real one... but I miss having the > time for instrumental music. In my time, I've worked with most of the brass > family, tenor saxophone, and a little clarinet... and I've been known to > whistle and even sing, although I'd sooner not inflict what passes for my > voice on others these days. The One Eyed Man looks up, interested. "I've been known to play a bit," he says, "synthesizer, psaltery, banjo, clarinet, guitar, fiddle, violin (yes, _I_ think they are really quite a bit different), 'cello, bagpipes, recorder, hammer dulcimer, silver flute, black flute, bones, spoons, pan pipes, oboe, bassoon, string bass..." he looks around, a bit embarrassed at the length of the list.. "and I write and sing," he says, sounding like there are still a few instruments left off... ************************************* * When you do it to me, it's discrimination * When I do it to you, it's AA ************************************* -- These are my ideas. Oy vey, are they mine. -- zardoz Path: mit-eddie!mintaka!yale!cs.utexas.edu!usc!bbn!granite!mandel From: mandel@granite.cr.bull.com (Mark Mandel) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: A Little Dream (anyone for an (n+1)-et?) Message-ID: <1990Feb5.220123.4618@granite.cr.bull.com> Date: 5 Feb 90 22:01:23 GMT References: <8wlbrad01@ULKYVX.bitnet> <90032.165839EMD101@PSUVM.BITNET> <1990Feb2.163338.2561@world.std.com> Reply-To: mandel@granite.cr.bull.com (Mark Mandel) Organization: Bull HN Information Systems Inc. Lines: 11 (Silverblack strolls in; there is slush on his rubbers. Galoshes? Overshoes? Is there anything to call them that won't either sound old-fashioned or make some silly people snicker? Ne'mind. He's carrying a guitar case.) I'm nowhere in Jake's league, but then, I'm not trying to compete. (Sits down, opens the case, and extracts a nice Epiphone acoustic steel guitar.) Ready! -- -- Mark Mandel (InterNet: Mandel@granite.cr.bull.com) /* My employer is not responsible for anything I say, do, think, or eat. */