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From: adam@chaos.cs.brandeis.edu (David C. Kaplowitz)
Subject: contemplation
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An iternal discussion is going on at the bar:
[
As I sit here, staring off into vertual space, letting all the
converstations of those around me wash over me.  I am in slight shock.
Things in my live have been a roller coaster of late.  Moments of
sheer bliss, and then moments of graphic depression.  What can I do?
Not much.  I just ride out the storm.  But when I sit here with all of
you decent people around me, I get to wondering if the world is really
in as bad shape as it is.  Then I step outside ... Why is it that
humans on the whole are so self destructive?  I can watch the world
deteriorating ...
]

"Hey, has anyone seen Tom Haupman?  Silverblack might want to talk to
him.  I mean, how far has computers gone in these last few years.  You
can meet people who grew up with only keypuch ability, and now it is
almost totaly language oriented ..."

"Language.  Yeah, there are so many things that some one can say in so
many different ways.  I was at a basmitzva (a comming of age for a
female) this past weekend, and the entertainment for the children was
a lot of them sitting around and seeing in how many languages they
could say different sexual swears.  The adults were busy either
compairing wealth or compairing illnesses.  And this was one of the
better family type gatherings that will be talked about for years.
Why couldn't people be talking about how to make the world a better
place?  Or perhaps just life a better place?  But no.   Just people
playing on predjudice.  Not a very good enviornment.  So I curled up
in a corner to contemplate.  There I remembered back over the last
half-century.  Fifty years.  Why fifty years ago there were no such
things as the job that I am presently at.  Fifty years ago the nation
to which I belong had never lost a war and was gung-ho on beating the
germans.  Now the berlin wall is down.  There was no such thing as the
berlin wall before.  There never was such a thing as vietnam.  People
still believed that the atmosphere and oceans were endless.  Life was
"good" the depression was over.  What has happened to us.  Why are we
emulating lemmings (say that ten times fast with icecubes in your
cheeks)  Where did honesty go?  I have read about St. Augustene, and
laughed at someone who banned all that he did as a kid as soon as he
stopped doing it.  Then I cried, for recently there was a wash of
people in the government, who are very against drugs, admitting that
they did drugs heavily in their youth.  What is wrong with our world.
What is wrong with us?  Where did those simple axioms go, like 'Don't
bind the mouth of the kine who tread the grain' (re Silverblack)  'If
it works, don't fix it' 'Live and let live' 'Do not do unto other what
is hateful unto thyself' 'Do as ye will and harm none' 'Live Love
Laugh' 'Smile awhile'  Now adays there are all sorts of creative
buttons being worn, but I haven't seen any of these in a while.  Has
it gone out of the vogue to be nice, kind and considerate?  Is love
something that has become so uncommon that it is easier to be cynical
from experience then to laud it to the heavens as wonderful and
commonplace?  How many straws ago did the camel's back break and why
haven't we done anything about it?"

"I think it is time to pass the hat for the whole human race.
Recently someone said (working off of a quote from calvin and hobbs)
I'm glad that intelegent life hasn't contacted us yet, we'd
contaminate them with our own corruption, and that shouldn't have the
reigns of the stars."

"Does anyone here remember Flash Gordon?  You know the space explorer
who fought an evil dictator named Ming?  The greatest hero, and it
seems that our generation is want to follow in MING'S footsteps."

"If we are on a decending spiral, there is nothing we can do.  But,
Hell, I am going to try anyway."

A toast:
[STRENGTH AND LOVE FOR A BETTER FUTURE]
<*crash*>
and the hand comes back to wipe the tears off of the face.

Traveler in (starving) Elephants.
Dave
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From: haste+@andrew.cmu.edu (Dani Zweig)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: soulmates
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Date: 4 Mar 90 20:01:43 GMT
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ellene@microsoft.UUCP (Ellen EADES):

>...the enormous hammer dulcimer poking out from under the table...

A second hammer dulcimer!  Great!  Why don't the two of you spend two or
three minutes getting your instruments in tune with each other? :-)

>...all the women want me to make the first move.

I wonder if specifying gender here doesn't cloud the issue.  95% of 
*everybody* wants the other person to make the first move.  Which means
that 90 (.25 :-) percent of the time you'll have two people waiting for
each other to say something -- or at best spiralling in on each other with
excruciating caution.

>I'm sharp and aggressive enough that I scare off eighty percent of the men...

The more general problem is that the old consensus rule book has been torn
up, and a new set of conventions hasn't replaced it yet.  Being aggressive
contravenes the only rule book most people have -- even though the reason those
rules were torn up was that they stunk.

'Sharp'?  Sharp as in intelligent?  I've *often* heard women say that men are
bothered by women who are more intelligent than they are, but I don't believe
I've ever observed it.  (Would I have been in a position to observe it?  I 
don't know.)  Nobody likes men *or* women to use their intelligence as a
weapon.  And a relationship between two people who differ *greatly* in
intelligence can be hard on both parties.  But outside of those cases, *are*
men bothered or threatened by more intelligent women?

(If I knew the answer, I wouldn't ask.)

Dani Zweig
haste@andrew.cmu.edu

Economy of Mind:
Thinking gives a lot of pain./Talking doesn't cost a thing.
Therefore, rest your weary brain/And give your tongue a fling.
		--Piet Hein (grooks)
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From: JLS139@psuvm.psu.edu (Abaddon)
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Subject: Re: contemplation
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    Abaddon materializes, casting off his shadows. The light in his eyes
burns even more brightly than before.
    "I couldn't resist taking up THIS guantlet,"  his voice barely above
a wisper. Louder, "Another 'DEW Mike, if you please." (plinks down 50 cents)

In article <1990Mar4.192529.21467@chaos.cs.brandeis.edu>,
adam@chaos.cs.brandeis.edu (David C. Kaplowitz) says:
>...[ ]
>Why couldn't people be talking about how to make the world a better
>place?  Or perhaps just life a better place?  But no.   Just people
>playing on predjudice.  Not a very good enviornment.  So I curled up

    "Extraordinary view! Definitely worthy of the Cynic. Do you really
think that all people ever do is dream up ways how to make life miserable?
Not everyone can be a saint 100% of the time. One of the people you refer
to could one day produce some great humanistic work. How could anyone know?"

>in a corner to contemplate.  There I remembered back over the last
>half-century.  Fifty years.  Why fifty years ago there were no such
>things as the job that I am presently at.  Fifty years ago the nation
>to which I belong had never lost a war and was gung-ho on beating the
>germans.  Now the berlin wall is down.  There was no such thing as the
>berlin wall before.  There never was such a thing as vietnam.  People
>still believed that the atmosphere and oceans were endless.  Life was
>"good" the depression was over.  What has happened to us.  Why are we

      "These are precisely some of the reasons why we are in such a state.
People believed they could pollute without impunity. They believed that
they were unbeatable and could slaughter innocent people with impunity.
People believed they could borrow money from the future with impunity.
(Well, maybe they still do, but the point is that attitudes ARE changing.)
Also, I might point out that: there wasn't such a thing as a cure for polio,
there was no such thing as Amnesty International and few people ever dreamed
of going to the moon."

>...[ ]
>they did drugs heavily in their youth.  What is wrong with our world.
>What is wrong with us?  Where did those simple axioms go, like 'Don't

   "'What is wrong with us?'... we are human. And although far from the
noblest creature in our known universe, I believe us to be the most
creative. So, what we have done wrong, we learn from and use to change
our environment. The change may not always be for the better, but as I
said, we are learning."

>...[ ]
>it gone out of the vogue to be nice, kind and considerate?  Is love
>something that has become so uncommon that it is easier to be cynical
>from experience then to laud it to the heavens as wonderful and
>commonplace?  How many straws ago did the camel's back break and why
>haven't we done anything about it?"
>
   "Kindness 'out of vogue'...love commonplace? Hardly. Kindness and
love are reciprocal actions. To recieve them it is often best to give
first. If anyone's back is broken, it would seem to be the cynic's.
Those with hope have the strength to carry on."

>"I think it is time to pass the hat for the whole human race.
>Recently someone said (working off of a quote from calvin and hobbs)
>I'm glad that intelegent life hasn't contacted us yet, we'd
>contaminate them with our own corruption, and that shouldn't have the
>reigns of the stars."
>
   "AGREED! The very theme of one of my favorite series of novels by Julian
May ('Intervention'). It would seem that the human race still needs to grow
up some, but there is hope. Without hope there is nothing."

>"If we are on a decending spiral, there is nothing we can do.  But,
>Hell, I am going to try anyway."
>
>A toast:
>[STRENGTH AND LOVE FOR A BETTER FUTURE]
><*crash*>
>and the hand comes back to wipe the tears off of the face.
>
>Traveler in (starving) Elephants.
>Dave
>--
    "Well, I could drink to that. To HOPE!" <CLANK>
(Hey, who cleans out this fireplace anyway?)
And with that the Watcher once again assumes his cloak of shadows.

    What author would I be? How about Dr. Seuss? :-)

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
...jeff stine...<jls139@psuvm.psu.edu>...Abaddon...

  "fiery the angels fell..."
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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From: karl@haddock.ima.isc.com (Karl Heuer)
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Subject: Willy returns
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The door opens.  From the view of the outside weather, it seems likely that
the visitor is entering through the Boston teleportal.  Most of his face is
concealed by his scarf and the hood of his jacket--a jacket which he doesn't
often wear--but there are smiles of recognition from the crowd.  Or maybe
these are directed at his companion, a small teddy bear in a blue and white
suit who drifts in at eye level with one paw firmly tied to a balloon.

As Karl stops to remove his outdoor garments, Willy floats on ahead, waving to
the people he knows and several he doesn't.  Hearing a voice somewhere in the
vicinity of the ceiling, he ascends to investigate.  It is not at all clear
how he can manage to control his direction of travel.

Karl walks over to the bar and collects a glass of apple juice from Mike.
"I'd hoped to return last week, but I had too many other jobs in the queue,"
he says.  "But I have been watching, so I've seen the replies to my last
posting..."

"Hey Karl!" says an ursine voice from directly above.  "Look what I found!"
Karl looks up to see Willy up in the rafters, tugging at a silvery object,
which suddenly comes loose.  "Catch!"

After an instant of stunned hesitation, Karl jumps to one side, and the
falling axe barely misses him.  The blade embeds itself in the oak floor,
cleanly slicing off the aglet of his left shoelace.  All conversation stops.

"That," says Mike softly, "would be Nick's missing axe."  The bear drifts down
to eye level.  "Oh boy, was there a reward?" he squeaks.  Mike looks over at
Karl, who is standing with clenched teeth and fists, counting backward from
100 by threes in hexadecimal.  "Oh, I think you'll get what's coming to you."

(To be continued.)

--Karl
(I've always wanted to use the word "aglet" in a posting.)
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From: karl@haddock.ima.isc.com (Karl Heuer)
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Subject: Re: Willy returns
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(Continued from last posting.)

"You missed it!" says the teddy bear.

"Or vice versa.  Aren't you going to apologize, or something?"

"Oh, yeah.  I'm sorry about your shoelace."

"I don't care about the shoelace!  You almost killed me!"

"Then I almost apologize."  Willy floats up out of reach as Karl steps toward
him.  "Don' beat me, Massa!"

Karl releases a sigh of exasperation.  {Well, I guess as long as he thinks I'm
still mad at him, he'll stay out of the way.  Maybe I can do an uninterrupted
monolog now,} he thinks.

He looks toward the rafters.  "How did that axe get up there, anyway?"

The question is rhetorical, but the bear answers anyway.  "Don't ask me!  I'm
still trying to figure out how the missing water bag got in the mine shaft!"

--Karl
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From: secbh1@sdbio2.ucsd.edu (Lori Stahlman)
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Subject: Axes and Authors
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The door swings open.  It's Betsy Bo again, only this time she's
dressed in the monastic black of "Those guys at the end of the
story who have responsibility for remembering all those books."

She goes to her table and picks up a book from the neat stacks
on her table.  "These are precious," she declares to the room at large.
"We must safeguard our right to them."

Political statement made, she moves to the bar and trades a buck
for a Shirley Temple.  She steps up to the chalk line.

"If by some giant aberration it becomes necessary for books to
be carried via oral tradition, without giving it much thought I would
choose to carry Giovanni Boccacio's _Decameron_.  It is a
collection of one hundred short stories told by ten young nobles
fleeing the plague in Florence.  Even though the book was
written in the late fourteenth century, the tales are fresh
enough to have been told yesterday.  There are a number of good
modern translations available; I highly suggest picking it up."

She raises her glass.  "To storytelling."

(gulp gulp gulp) <<CRASH>>

She walks to Silverblack and lays a gentle hand on his shoulder. 
"I am so sorry to hear about your loss.  A job is so much more than
just a way to make money; it influences all other aspects of your
life.  A change in jobs means that many other things change as well.
You see, I too have been canned for reasons beyond my control, and it
is not pretty.  But I agree with Nick:  Your qualifications are
awesome. I can hear those Boston employers salivating all the way out
here on the West coast."

<<empathy empathy empathy>>

<<warm fuzzies, warm fuzzies>>

Betsy Bo returns to her table and hunts around for something
interesting to read.
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From: GE.LJB@forsythe.stanford.edu (Louis J Bookbinder)
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Subject: I haven't got the axe quite yet
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Clank, crash, jangle, clunk, thunk clankcrashclangclunkbangbongCLANK!!!

Nick stumbles in and makes a dive for his axe.

"OZ! Where did you find it"

Mike slowly pulls out his cigar, leans on the bar, and softly, almost
threateningly, replies: "In my ceiling"

"What?" Totally blank. He looks up.

"It was embedded in my ceiling. Willy, an aerial teddy bear, pulled it
down. It missed his companion by millimeters. Can you explain?"

"No," says Nick struggling upright, still tugging at the silver handle,
"I looked everywhere for it! I never saw it since I landed in the
fireplace!" He tugs some more, the axe doesn't budge. "It won't budge"
he grunts out. The floorboards begin to creak as the strain mounts. The
axe shows no sign of motion. "It........WONT........MOVE!!!!!!!!!"

"We noticed that, right off." Mike still talks quietly. The quiet,
menacing tone and the struggle have gotten people's attention. A circle
of quiet spreads from the bar. "We tried to remove it immediately, but
it was pretty solid. When the nails in the floorboard started lifting we
knew we had a tiger by the tail. Whatever magic you've got in that
thing, it is pretty unusual. And DON'T RIP A HOLE IN MY FLOOR!!!"

Nick lets go in startlement at Mike's command. The reaction of straining
metal muscles hurls him backward where he bounces of the corner of a
table, narrowly misses a hammer dulcimer, slides across a floor littered
with peanut shells and fetches up hard against the piano, where Fast
Eddy merely glances at him. Nick struggles to his feet again, and slowly
walks over to the axe.

"Wow. I thought there was no magic in this world. Should have guessed -
Callahan's isn't quite in this world. What am I gonna do?"

"I don't know, friend, but its gotta go. Tell you what, if you get a
power saw and some oak floorboard, I will let you come in tonight after
closing and cut it out and carefully replace the floor. Meanwhile I want
you to think about who has it in for you to use such a powerful spell in
my place. Such magic is dangerous, there are other powerful magicians
here who usually protect this place and all my guests. Were the evil
magician to be found out...... Meanwhile put that chair here over it to
prevent accidents.

"And, damn it, don't flame anybody EVER AGAIN! HEAR?!?!"

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir. Umm, is there anybody here who could lend me
a power saw? An, uh, I need some money for flooring. Could I chop more
firewood, or something?"

"With what? Your axe is under the chair you are sitting on. Firmly
embedded in my floor. I got another job. Right up you alley. Sweep the
glass out of the fireplace. It's getting awfully thick in there. When
you get it clean, I'll spring for the flooring. OK?"

"Sure, Mike. Thanks." He looks down again under his chair, shakes his
head. Gets up and clanks into the back room to look for a broom.

Nick Chopper - my opinion? dont ax!  LB>- GE.LJB@Forsythe.stanford.edu
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From: mwolf@granite.cr.bull.com (Mary-Anne Wolf)
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Subject: Axe, Silverblack, & my mail/news woes (was Re:Jobs and Mutual Support)
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A female voice comes from the vicinity of the ceiling.

"Um...I found the silver sharp thing on a rafter, and it looked like
it might fall on someone, so I stuck it in the ceiling so it wouldn't.
I guess I should have mentioned it.  I just didn't connect the thing I
found up here with the discussion about the axe down there.  Sorry.

In the `real` world, I work at the same place as Silverblack.  We used
to work in the same group.  His qualifications are, as has been said,
awesome.  I'd like to add to what he said about himself.  Silverback
can write so clearly that you don't even realize there's any skill in
it.  He knows how to make things obvious.  He is also a really
pleasant person to work with, and a quick study.  His experience as
president of a speechmaking club to which we both belong also has
given him experience in presenting and running meetings.

I personally think that this company did a really silly thing in not
keeping him.  I've had friends here who were laid off and while I
liked them and felt sorry for them, it kind of made sense.  He is not
like that.  Silverblack, I am SORRY you're going, not just sorry for
YOU, but also sorry for US who are left.

If you want to reach Silverblack, and you send me email, I'd be happy
to read it to him over the phone if his netnews account has gone, but
the mail and netnews on the account where I spend more of my time (the
pws address) is being flakey, and I don't have time to check the other
account (granite) every day so if I seem to ignore a letter or post
that you want to get to him (or to me for that matter), send it to me
again."

Mary-Anne Wolf
mwolf@pws.bull.com or mwolf@granite.cr.bull.com
These opinions are not shared by my employer, but they should be.



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From: mjc@nl.cs.cmu.edu (Monica Cellio)
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Subject: Re: soulmates
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Hi Dani!

>A second hammer dulcimer!  Great!  Why don't the two of you spend two or
>three minutes getting your instruments in tune with each other? :-)

Hmpf.  A little bit of dissonance is good for you -- just not from woodwinds.
:-)  One of these days someone will invent a wire that can ignore weather and
other factors and just stay in tune all the time....  (If it ever happens,
maybe I'll get a virginal. :-) )

>95% of *everybody* wants the other person to make the first move.  

Yes, and it's *very* frustrating.  Especially since you only have to get 
burned once to become perpetually over-cautious -- so even if you thought
you were the sort who wouldn't worry about this, you'll probably end up 
in this category eventually (unless your first relationship is The One).

So what do you do if you think you're interested in pursuing a relationship
with someone?  (I'll assume that this person starts out as a friend, rather
than a stranger.  I know that some people don't work that way, but I can't
quite comprehend it working any other way.)  I think it's a sad fact of life
that you can't just ask and have the friendship stay the same; it *will* be
affected after you raise the question.  So you have to balance the possible
benefits against the possible hazards (and maybe the other person is doing 
this at the same time), and mostly you end up shy and indecisive.

>I've *often* heard women say that men are bothered by women who are more 
>intelligent than they are, but I don't believe I've ever observed it.  (Would 
>I have been in a position to observe it?  I don't know.)  

For what it's worth (not much, probably), I don't think I've ever observed it 
in anyone from approximately my generation, either.  (My grandparents' 
generation, yes.  People now in their 20s and 30s, no.)  I think this may 
have been true once upon a time, but the reality has faded while the claim 
lingers on.

Monica
mjc@cs.cmu.edu
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Jilara gets up and walks over to peer at the ax.  "By heaven!" she cries, 
clapping her hands together.  "Now, here's an interesting little coincidence!"
She points at the floor under the embedded ax, walks around it tracing an 
outline with her finger.  "Notice that faint line like a watermark?  This 
is the exact patch where Xibo and Krillman made their exit through the 
virtual hole!  Which means that this is Very Special and Magical flooring! 
Now, if my theory is correct..."  She reaches down to the ax handle and 
tugs.  The ax comes loose in her hand.  "Hmmm..." she says, the corners of 
her mouth twitching with a repressed grin.  

"My ax!" cries Nick, relieved that the floorboards will not have to be cut 
through and replaced.  Jilara wags a finger at him.  "Not yet, my tinware 
friend.  I'm going to take care of this for a little while.  It's mine to 
keep for a while, until you finish sweeping glass out of the fireplace.  
And remember, that's MY patch of floor, that my warm fuzzy regenerated for 
Callahan, here.  I think..."  She lets the grin escape, now... "You will 
have to ransome this ax back.  When you've given out a warm fuzzy to 
everyone in The Place, come talk to me about this ax.  Okay?"  

She retires to her wall table and props the ax across her knees, idly 
polishing the blade with her sleeve.
   
  ---Jilara the Exile     Mail path more altered than San Francisco 
        punderground pipe access...
