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From: pat@chinet.chi.il.us (Patrick Louis Sugent)
Subject: Re: Spheres and Calculus [Re: Cyber (was Introduction was Eh?)]
Date: Thu, 24 Dec 1992 04:09:27 GMT


li@Data-IO.COM (Phyllis Rostykus) writes:
>The difference, it seems, is that both the high schools that Liralen went
>to were high schools in rich areas with parents who had already achieved so
>much that on the whole, they couldn't stand to see their kids held back.
>With all the parents being 'gifted' to being with, their kids were, in very
>unaverage numbers, intellectually gifted as well.  So there were classes of
>30-40 in every advanced subject.  She had never been made to feel as if she
>were somehow terribly different than anyone else.  There had always been
>enough people at her level to learn with.  Plus, some *really* wealthy
>parents had always given grants to the schools for advanced work.


  "With regard to the education levels in wealthier areas, I think there
can be no doubt that the difference is substantial.  I would be curious
to know to what extent this is true in other countries.  Perhaps, this
is a good question for DM or the brumby. 

  "Actually, this reminds me of one of my experiences and I am curious
to see if you share it.  After being 'tracked' throughout my memorable
school years, I had to take one or two courses in late High School
with 'everyone else'.  These courses included such things as 'consumer
education' (how to balance your check book and plan a grocery budget)
and 'American Government' (how a bill becomes a law and other government
functions taught on Sesame Street).  Now that you bring up the subject of
'tracking' (more or less), I recall suffering some degree of culture
shock at taking classes with 'the rest of the students'.  In particular,
I was shocked at how much lower the level of instruction was (especially
considering my assessment of the 'advanced' courses).  Of course,
this comparison probably isn't quite fair since these were courses that
every student had to pass to graduate and were probably 'fixed' so that
even the 'lowest' student could pass them.    Then again, maybe that
is part of my point.

  "While there was probably more 'diversity in learning abilities' in my high
school than yours (with your school's 'lows' likely being higher than my
school's 'lows'), I was curious if you experienced anything
similar.  Of course, I welcome comments from others as well. :-)


Pat

-- 
Patrick Sugent                       

pat@chinet.chi.il.us		     
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From: jmpierce@whale.st.usm.edu (Jimmy Malcolm Pierce)
Subject: Re: *Now* I can celebrate.
Organization: University of Southern Mississippi
Date: Mon, 28 Dec 1992 06:18:54 GMT

>Taldin sweeps into the room, dressed in jeans, T-shirt, flannel shirt
>worn open over it, and blue fuzzy slippers,  Slaps a stack of ones on
>the bar. "Next round's on me, Mike.. IBC Cream Soda.   This is the one I've
>been saving..."  

     DJ climbs out of the hot tub, dries off in the Folx room, puts
on clean dry clothes, and approaches the bar. "MIke, I'll have a Barq's
Root Beer with lots of ice. Thanks Taldin !" DJ.

>With a spinning sidearm hurl and flourish followthrough, the glass dies
>violently.   >>>>CRASH!!!!!<<<<<
>
>"To The End Of My Worries--IT'S OVER!"
>
>He grins. "It appears, after all that worry, I seem to be the proud and
>relieved owner of my Very Own Comp Sci Bachelors Degree from RPI.
>Got a C in the course I thot I failed-  Prof. Issaccson, I might just name
>my first kid after you.   The long wait is over.  Four and a half years
>of -- no, 17 years of education, over.   Khai, this feels great!!!"
>
>"Yeeeehah!!"
>
>Taldin and Sudrith

   "Congratulations Taldin and Sudrith !" Linda, Robbie, and DJ.

   "Would you like to dance to a Viennese Waltz with me ? " Linda.

   "Linda !" DJ.

   "Its too cold for 3,000 feet flights, sorry, I should have said, " Linda.

-- 
         Jim Pierce Bach. of Sci. in Applied Computer Science USM 
             jmpierce@whale.st.usm.edu  Disclaimer: Standard.
                   Video. Cher: Love and Understanding.
          'Rush Limbaugh is the 'Chia Pet' of TV talk shows !'
From: mtemplar@redunser.demon.co.uk (Alan Ralph)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: Wench
Date: 3 Jan 93 00:49:24 GMT
Reply-To: mtemplar@redunser.demon.co.uk
Organization: Chez MonTemplar, Redunser
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In article <1993Jan2.113405.9964@eskimo.com> jammer@eskimo.com (Lyle Harwood) writes:
>Wales.Larrison@ofa123.fidonet.org wrote:
>: Barbara Trumpinski (trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu) wrote:
>: : kitten collects jammer's mocha breve....and giggles.  "here you are,
>: : good sir...no one has called me 'wench' in years...not since my
>friend
>: : the great gray wizard left town."  she sits on the floor next to
>: : jammer and sips her drink.
>:   
>: Alfvaen replies:
>: >"Well, kitten, we could start calling you 'wench' more often if you
>: >want.  We could even make that your official net.alias, or at least
>: >add it after conan the librarian.  How far are you willing to go
>: >with this 'wench' thing?"
>:  
>:    Personally, if that's going to be her moniker -- I'd like to
>: apply to be the 'loose bolt".  After all, aren't wenches used to
>: tighten  loose bolts?
>:    And I figure a bar is a pretty good place to get tight.... ;-)
>:   
>:   "Outa my way -- I've got to duck those peanuts!"
>:  -------------------------------------------------------------------
>:  Wales Larrison                         Space Technology Investor
>: 
>: --- Maximus 2.01wb
>
>Warrior turns his massive head to the roof, and wails pitiously.
>Jammer shouts
>"oh, GAWD! Engage! Engage! Fire! Fire! Fire!"
>and begins launching, singnaling for more peanuts, he does not intend
>to let up on this, the worst pun yet...

"Oh, I can go one better than that. How about I become a wishing well, then
Kitten can come along and wench up water from me in a bucket?" :-)
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From: cliveg@cix.compulink.co.uk (Clive Grace)
Subject: Re: Anti drink/drive campaign
Reply-To: cliveg@cix.compulink.co.uk
Date: Sat, 2 Jan 1993 16:03:00 +0000


TITLE: Anti drink/drive campaign

[drink drive campaign details deleted for Bandwidth reasons]

> But I think it's rather good. It catches attention, makes you think, and
> reaches into your subconscious. If violence is going to be shown on
> television, then it deserves to be done like this."
 
In England we had one that *really* screwed with me. It's very 
simple. A young woman in lying on the road. One eye is dilated the 
other is totally opposite -- It's a clever visual clue to say she's 
is dying and her brain is mushed. The para medics are pushing 
respirators in her and the view rotoscopes out slowly to show hands 
administering ECT to get the heart going. Even at this the pupils are 
still one big one little. She's a vegetable and still they try to 
help her... And all the time this whining shit's voice off to the 
right is saying "Is she gonna be all right?" and "I didn't mean 
it..." It made me want to grab the driver by the lapels and call him 
a dick brained rat from the planet dork.

I woke up to catch the midday news today to hear that three people 
had died in drink driving accidents last night, and a whole village 
woke up to a power blackout because some kids (The driver was aged 14 
the others were 18 and 20) had stolen a car and crashed it into a 
power line... .

... and still I think of those eyes. One dilated, the other 
contracted. 

Tanais sighs and is glad he neither has children to worry about 
(either stealing cars or having to protect them from people that do) 
nor does he drive.
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| a Journalist and learn how to write...    |                          |
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From: trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu (Barbara Trumpinski)
Subject: Re: wonderful life
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Sat, 26 Dec 1992 17:44:15 GMT

kitten:
>>
>>anyway, this movie, as you all know, poses the question: what would
>>the world be like if i had never been born?  i sort of experienced
>>this first hand, like jimmy stewart, when i was not conscious for 16
>>days... it was like i wasn't in the world...

>Merlinvin's curiosity is piqued.  "My friend, I have never had the
>misfortune to be unconscious for so long - could you tell us, perhaps,
>where you thought or felt you were, if not in the world?"

kitten curls up and sips at her eggnog.  "i will probably relay the
whole story again in march on the 21st! anniversary of my
accident....but here is the reader's digest version.  i rolled a car
(a 1970 rambler rebel) about a quarter mile into a field 2 days before
my 17th birthday...suffered rather sever brain damage ... that's why i
don't do math :)....they told me all sorts of horrible things but
(ever the stubborn kitten) i said bullshit and was out of the hospital
in time for prom, started the fall semester with my class...etc.

[    ] kitten blithering deleted

>"Only 8 times out of 10?  Well, I guess that just shows you're not
>perfect, unlike Saint Liralen."  (ducks quickly)

>"Seriously, you've got a whole Place full of friends who have been blessed
>by knowing you, sharing your wisdom and basking in your love.  If you're
>even half as great a person in RL, you've got even more friends and loved
>ones out there."

>"The hardest part is convincing yourself of this truth on those dark days
>when nothing seems to be working and all those you love are too angry,
>or too busy, to take the time to tell you how lovable and loved you are.
>I thank God for this Place, where *somebody* always has a shoulder and a
>warm fuzzy for the wounded in spirit."

i know that....my life is much richer for being in here...and i have
LOTS of people who love me outside here too...sometimes i have to get
reminded to count my blessings....

>Merlinvin offers kitten a drink, a hug, a backrub and an earscritch as
>appropriate, not necessarily in that order.

any and all are appropriate........PURRRRRRRRRR!

and thanks

--
***************************************************************************
conan the librarian a.k.a. kitten           /\ /\  barbara ann 
"my life's a soap opera, isn't yours?"      {=.=}
                                              ~   trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu 
"love is the wild card of existance"
                          rita mae brown
From: olson@husc8.harvard.edu (Chip Olson@somewhere.out.there)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: New Year Pizza Party
Date: 31 Dec 92 04:16:05 GMT
Organization: Spam-On-A-Rope Inc.
In-reply-to: mar@physics.su.OZ.AU's message of 31 Dec 92 00:38:41 GMT

In article <1992Dec31.003841.20212@ucc.su.OZ.AU> mar@physics.su.OZ.AU (David Mar) writes:

>"G'day folks!" the radio blares with DM's voice, "Welcome to the first
>ever Callahan's _Remote_Control_ New Year's Pizza Party!"
>
>At this, Mike pulls a discreet lever and the Place is transformed. Dappled
>bottle-green filters cover the light fittings, bathing the bar in mottled
>pools of light and shade. A medium weight net drops from the rafters,
>hanging just above the heads of the tallest patrons. Suspended in it are
>large globes of blown glass, smoky brown or deep green. A length of heavy
>chain lowers an enormous, barnacle-encrusted anchor to the floor in one
>corner. A shiny brass barometer appears by the counterclock. A layer of
>golden sand appears on the floor in the area around the hot tub. The
>potplants by the window now resemble a kelp forest more than a spray of
>palms, and the window itself now looks like a porthole in the side of a
>rusting wall of black metal. A huge metal-banded wooden treasure chest is
>to one side, near the slowly opening shell of a giant clam.
>
>Mike turns around to face his customers; he has also transformed. He now
>sports a flowing white beard, a crown of coral atop his head, verdigrised
>copper armbands, a bare chest, and a rather impressive brass trident.
>
>"As Lord of this Realm," he booms, "I declare the party begun!"
>
>"So, on this New Year's Eve, and the beginning of the year 1993, let's
>have some fun! Change into something appropriate - we are having an
>undersea ball - and order your favourite foods from the VPM. Last year
>everybody told us their choice for an ideal pizza topping combination.
>The one or two non-pizza-lovers also managed to get something delicious,
>so don't feel left out if in that category.
>
>"Mike! Champagne for those who wish it, and free choice for those who
>don't. A New Year full of promise and excitement awaits! Party ***ON***!"

Castellan emerges from Folks having somehow become green and scaly, with
green leathery wings, tentacles around his mouth, and a "Smile! Cthulhu
Loathes You!" button.  Yup, it's Old Squid-Lips himself.  He sloshes his
way over to the VPM and orders a pizza with sil (Swedish pickled herring,
which I've never actually tried on pizza, but must be interesting). 

"I'll be without net access all weekend, so: HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!"




--
-Chip Olson. | olson@husc.harvard.edu | ceo@{gnu.ai,silver.lcs}.mit.edu 
"If trees could scream, would we be so cavalier about cutting them down?
Maybe we would if they screamed all the time for no good reason." -SNL
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From: tjl9@cunixf.cc.columbia.edu (Thomas J Lee)
Subject: Sunreturn
Organization: Columbia University
Date: Tue, 22 Dec 1992 22:59:49 GMT

	"So, Ewan," asks the Lamplighter, "what happens if the solstice comes
at night?"

	"We just dance that evening," the poet answers.  "The stones only
work when the Sun's up."

	"I see.  Most sensible.  What do we do now?"  He notices that Isidora
has extinguished her cook-fire and is taking down her tripod.

	"Now we go home," Ewan says, "to be with our families and friends,
and to relax in front of the fireplace.  Loners, like Isidora and me, just go
to the inn.  Come along?"

	"Certainly," the Lamplighter answers.  The two of them go to help
Isidora.  Ewan winds up carrying the kettle, the Lamplighter gets the tripod
and the box of teacups, and Isidora has of course her bags of leaves and
stems.  The three take careful steps through the slippery snow toward
Isidora's cottage.

	After returning Isidora's supplies to her home, they make tracks
across the village green toward the inn.  Evening has come, and the stars
shine early and cold and close, but the wind blows only in slight sleeping
breezes.  The wooden inn door groans open at a push from Ewan, and they enter.

	"Hey, there, people!" shouts the innkeeper.  "The fire's going, and I
got plenty a hot drinks ready to go.  What'll it be?"

	"Hot spiced cider for me, Thelma," says Ewan; "I've been waiting all
year."

	Thelma says, "Coming right up!  Isidora, it isn't often that I give
you something hot to drink."

	Isidora smiles that gentle smile of hers.  "I would like some hot
cocoa, dear."

	"And Lamplighter, what'll you have?  It's been a while."

	"Yes, Thelma, it has," says the Lamplighter, pondering what he wants.
Decisions, decisions ...

---==--===-+===++==+++=*+++**++***+****#****+***++**+++*=+++==++===+-===--==---
The Lamplighter             |"Se esmera, cora,c~ao ("Do your best, heart
(Tom Lee)                   | E confia               And have trust
                            | Na for,ca do amanh~a"  In the power of tomorrow")
tjl9@cunixf.cc.columbia.edu | - Milton Nascimento & Paul Simon, "Spirit Voices"
From: schweppe@acs.bu.edu (Edmund Schweppe)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: New Year Pizza Party
Date: 31 Dec 92 07:39:01 GMT
Organization: Boston University, Boston, MA, USA

Danger Mouse (with kitten as a co-conspirator) writes:

>Danger Mouse emerges, dressed in what can only be described as a squid
>costume... lots of waving tentacles... but a grinning DM face looking
>out from amidst them. He walks (jets?) over to Mary Merrytail.

Merlinvin had to stop and think for a moment.  His first impulse was to
come as his old submarine, but the old boat was so stealthy that no one
would notice he was there.  Then he sees DM's costume and gets an idea.

After ducking into the Folx Room for a moment, Merlinvin emerges as
a manta ray.  His cloak billows gently behind him, acting as the "wings"
of the ray, and also serving to make Merlinvin's hugs all of the great,
warm, enfolding type.  Of course, there is a drawback to this costume;
Merlinvin has to walk carefully around those involved in the sunglasses
thread, in case they're wearing Ray-Bans.

"VPM, a pepperoni-and-pineapple pizza, if you please!"

__________________________________________________________________________
Ed Schweppe o/k/a Merlinvin - schweppe@acs.bu.edu,
    (or for faster replies)   eschweppe%drcoa1.decnet@drcvax.af.mil
All standard disclaimers (also datclaimers and deotherclaimers) apply.
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: JBrandt@AAA.UOregon.EDU (Jason)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: Whee....
Followup-To: alt.callahans
Date: 23 Dec 1992 20:35:12 GMT
Organization: the Polyhedron Group
Distribution: world
NNTP-Posting-Host: aaa.uoregon.edu

In article <1992Dec23.165115.24366@wam.umd.edu>, amanda@wam.umd.edu (Me
again) wrote:
> 
> Amanda staggers into the Place looking rather disoriented.  "This is the 
> Amanda without the Ekho, by the way... is there any way to tell us apart?"
> 
> She walks up to the bar and orders... "A chocolate milkshake.  With a spoon.
> Straws, so they tell me, will reopen the wounds...
> 
> "See, i just had my wisdom teeth out... all four!  One was sideways.  The
> stitches get removed in a week.  In the meantime, i'm wandering around my
> world in a Percodan haze, with chipmunk cheeks...."
> 
> The Percodan doesn't last nearly as long as it needs to.  "Time for some
> Nuprin..."
> 
> Amanda eats her milkshake and throws the glass in the fire -
> 
>               "To a bar full of friends that fits right in my own home!"
> 
> Amanda Babcock             -Temporary Chipmunk-            amanda@wam.umd.edu

Jason rubs the back of his jaw on both sides in sympathy. "Amanda, I know
-exactly- what you're going through. I had all four of my wisdom teeth out
at once, a few years back. But in my case, -all four- were impacted
(sideways). They thought removing them would rid me of problems in the
joint of my Jaw (TMJ). No luck. My jaw still unexpectedly makes loud
cracking sounds, and occasionally hurts for no reason. When I had mine out,
I took several days off from work, had them gas me out, and spent the next
three days in Percodan Limbo."

"The milkshakes will help. And don't forget to carefully rinse well back
there after you eat. My oral surgeon even gave me an oversized plastic Hypo
with a long thick snout, to wash the operated area with after meals. It was
kinda soothing if I used warm water."

"Take care. It'll wear off after a few more days. But you won't be able to
pig out at Christmas Dinner (Mine was just before Thanksgiving, which
seemed even worse)."

"Mike, get her a bowl of Ice Cream, my treat."

"Have a Hug?"

Jason
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From: jmpierce@whale.st.usm.edu (Jimmy Malcolm Pierce)
Subject: Re: Poet and don't know it? (was Re: New Year Pizza Party))
Organization: University of Southern Mississippi
Date: Sat, 2 Jan 1993 07:48:27 GMT

In article <C07pG9.I8A@agora.rain.com> feath@agora.rain.com (Feather) writes:
>In article <memo.835645@cix.compulink.co.uk> maryb@cix.compulink.co.uk writes:
>>Er, I hate to put a damper on things.. but hairy fish are *not a meat 
>>topping (in my recipe book). Hairy fish - that's anchovies - they're 
>>hairy!
>>Mary MerryTail
>>
>Feather gets struck with a rhyming virus (thankfully temporary): "They're
>hairy, Mary?  Better be wary..."
>
>...and then the small bird leaves it to the rest of the callahaners to finish
>the rhyme... 

   { At least one of my Tuesday night posts seem to have vanished... This
     is the attempted repost of one of them. }

      To loop back to a slightly ealier hour of the VR day as Feather
    works on getting the Dalek out of the Hot Tub...

       Linda smiles and walks toward The Doctor Who is too bemused watching
    a Dalek being rescued from the hot tub to notice Linda's approach...

       She shortens, her ears get longer, she grows fur, and a little
    fluffy tail...

       <chomp, chomp> on a carrot, and the Good Doctor hears,

       "Eh... Whats up Doc ?" Linda as Bugs, a Bunny... :-)

     ==========================================

       We now return to the New Year's Eve Pizza Party...

-- 
         Jim Pierce Bach. of Sci. in Applied Computer Science USM 
             jmpierce@whale.st.usm.edu  Disclaimer: Standard.
                   Video. Cher: Love and Understanding.
          'Rush Limbaugh is the 'Chia Pet' of TV talk shows !'
From: ajm@wag.caltech.edu (Abner J. Mintz)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: second thoughts about a friendship
Date: 23 Dec 1992 23:54:00 GMT
Organization: California Institute of Technology, Pasadena, CA
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>Taldin recites softly, with echoes of the real poem from the
>fourth grade in his ears...

(Poem deleted for length and safety ...   =8)

>Taldin grins at Liralen. "I know you didn't ask for it,
> but it had to be done." *snug*

"Good poem!  Very good indeed!"
=8)
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From: feath@agora.rain.com (Feather)
Subject: A Feather in Taldin's hat
Organization: Yale CS Mail/News Gateway
Date: Thu, 24 Dec 1992 21:44:00 GMT


The small grey bird listens as Taldin describes his hat, and hears his
statement that he always wanted a feather in his hat...  ("not you, Feather!")

The small grey avain gets a Rainbow Crow-style gleam in her tiny black eyes.

"Heck, why not?"

<flutter> <flutter> <flutter> <flutter> <flutter> 
<PLUNK!>

...and Taldin suddenly sees Feather's small face peering and grinning at him
from over the front of the hat brim...  at CLOSE range...
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From: jammer@eskimo.com (Lyle Harwood)
Subject: Re: Con!
Organization: -> ESKIMO NORTH (206) For-Ever <-
X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.1 PL6]
Date: Thu, 31 Dec 1992 07:09:50 GMT

Me again (amanda@wam.umd.edu) wrote:
: Amanda (NOT the one with the Ekho...) wanders in, wondering if any 
: Callahanians are planning on attending MD/DC/VA's EveCon Jan. 1, 2, &
3.
: 
: "I've never had a Callahanian RealSpace... and i'd really like to meet
: some Callahaners someday!  Seeing how many of us do the con thing, i
was
: just wondering if there was anyone in the area going to *this*
con...."
: 
: "Later..."  Amanda hangs around to watch the goings-on in the danger
room
: and around the bar before wandering back out without making a toast.
: 
: amanda@wam.umd.edu     --Amanda *without* the Ekho--      Amanda
Babcock

Jammer leans back in his chair and sips his mocha. He looks at the steam
coming off the mocha on the bar, and then glances around, to see that
he doesn't offend anyone.

Then he leans close to The Troll and softly asks
"What are they looking for?"
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From: mtemplar@redunser.demon.co.uk (Alan Ralph)