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From: u906451@bruny.cc.utas.edu.au (Damien Saunders)
Subject: A challenge for all 4 word storytellers.
Organization: University of Tasmania, Australia.
Date: Mon, 23 Nov 1992 10:28:19 GMT

Now a challenge for the storytellers among us. These should be done
by this saturday, when my exams will be finished, then I will stop
being a lurker who occasionally posts things.

(Trumpet fanfare)

"Gentlemen and Ladies, Here are your four words.

BASTINADO

DEFENESTRATE

MACERATE  

SUGGILATE

On your marks, get set GO!!!!"

Damien.

BTW The four words actually exist! They were lifted from _the superior
person's little book of words_ by Peter Bowler. Publisher Mandarin Australia
ISBN 1-86330-015-5. The book is abecedarian. Meaning later with the four words
as well as an abecerian insult.
--
"The best defence against the atom bomb is not to be there when it goes off."
                British Army Journal 1949
Damien Saunders (Gunnar Njalsson SCA) Email:u906451@bruny.cc.utas.edu.au
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: li@Data-IO.COM (Phyllis Rostykus)
Subject: Re: A Little Light
Organization: Data I/O Corporation
Date: Mon, 23 Nov 1992 19:17:27 GMT

In article <1992Nov23.010520.28759@ucc.su.OZ.AU> mar@physics.su.OZ.AU (David Mar) writes:
>> [Liralen:]
>>Quietly she says, "Hey, DM.  Can you tell me about what the Australian
>>summer is like now?  I could use a little of it... the days here are now so
>>short that I wake up when it's dark and don't get home from work until it's
>>dark, again.  And it's rained for about four days straight... It's only 
>>going to get worse, in a while."
>
>Danger Mouse smiles at Liralen. "Well, it's a few days early, but I
>suppose I can make a special effort just for you."

She smiles back and says softly, "Thanks."  And, tired as she is, she
watches and feels with a singular intensity.

[DM also takes out a tape of his descriptions from the year before.]
>With a grin he takes a seat beside Liralen and gives her hand a squeeze
>as they watch....

She sighs softly and sits back, shoulder to shoulder with Danger Mouse and
happily absorbs the summer, the bush. She leans forward at the fire,
frowning a little, but it's only a tape.  And then relaxes again with
Danger Mouse on the porch with the setting sun and the coolness of the
lemonade.  She breaths in the warmth and the scents of the beginning of
summer, and smiles softly.

"Thank you, DM, I needed that..."

-- 
Liralen Li           | "... and how you feel can make it real  | - _US_
aka Phyllis Rostykus | Real as anything you've seen            |   Peter
li@Data-IO.com       | Get a life with this dreamer's dream."  |   Gabriel
From: randolph@cognito.ebay.Sun.COM (Randolph Fritz)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: Science and god:  Are they incompatible?  If so, why?
Date: 15 Nov 92 17:58:13 GMT
Organization: St. Dismas Infirmary for the Incurably Informed
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In-reply-to: lydick@SOL1.GPS.CALTECH.EDU's message of 14 Nov 1992 19:59:06 GMT

Randolph looks troubled.  "Oh, my--you do sound like my younger self."
He raps an imaginary cane on the floor and rasps, "listen here, sonny
boy," then dissolves into laughter, "NOT."

"Scientists constantly change their rules for the universe--why
shouldn't god?  When scientists discard one model of truth--paradigm
--for another, they lose the ability to predict some things, gain the
ability to predict others.  We hope that the new model is more useful
and accurate and yet there is no simple convergence to universal
truth.  There may be no convergence even if there are rules--a whole
range of results in mathematical logic show that there is no certain
way of deducing rules even when they exist.

Randolph looks very sober for a moment.  "I think you, personally,
are afraid of change, as I am, and therefore the only god you will
allow is one who makes and follows rules.

"Well, everyone must believe in something, I suppose.  Mike, I believe
I'll have another glass of wine. :-) Buy you a drink, Speaker?"

__Randolph Fritz  sun!cognito.ebay!randolph || randolph@ebay.sun.com
From: ajm@wag.caltech.edu (Abner J. Mintz)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: Another introduction...
Date: 19 Nov 1992 02:30:08 GMT
Organization: California Institute of Technology, Pasadena, CA
NNTP-Posting-Host: degas.wag.caltech.edu

>>Abner looks suspicious.  "Mike Holmes, eh?  You wouldn't happen to be
>>telneting from Luna, would you ..."  He then quiets down as Fast Eddie glares
>>at him.

>A grin appears on the face of /*.  "With all the recent chats about
>Heinlein, I wondered if anyone would notice!  I was *quite* startled
>when I first read 'The Moon is a Harsh Mistress!'"

Abner says, "Well, you see, 'The Moon is a Harsh Mistress' was the first
science fiction book I ever read.  It's what got me hooked ...  So I noticed
your name right off the bat!"

>>>He wears glasses, and has a beard and mustache.  He would be a 
>>>relatively unassuming sort - except for the fact that his hair is 
>>>a deep shade of royal purple, and all of the exposed skin on his
>>>body is a darkish lavender.

>>Abner looks around the place, just in case.  OK, diverse it is, but no
>>sign of any One-Eyed One-Horned Flying Purple People Eaters, so /* is
>>probably safe ...

>/*'s eyes widen, and his face blanches to a very pale lavender.

>>gulp< "They don't have a habit of coming here, do they?"

"Well, I've never seen one, but then they've never had a *reason* to come
in here before."

>He glances around quickly, amethyst eyes searching every corner
>of the room.  "Tough to tell in this crowd!"

>A purple finger tugs at the violet turtleneck;/* seems a 
>*lot* more nervous now.

>"Uhm, any Purple-People Eaters around?  Hello? Hello?"

>>silence<

>"Whew.  Would somebody warn me if any Purple-People eaters
>come flying in here?  I'd grapely, um, greatly appreciate it!"

"Don't worry.  If one shows up, there are more than enough people here who can
deal with it.  For that matter, we could always distract it by getting it to
sing about short shorts ..."

>>Abner then becomes serious.
>>"I once signed up to room with a friend of mine, who became 'born-again'
>>two weeks before we moved in.  Too late to change arrangements ...  For the
>>first month or so, things were *very* strained.  After the first few days of
>>preaching I told him that every time he preached at me I'd buy a girlie
>>calender and put it on the wall.  We got up to three of them before he
>>realized just how much room there was on that wall ...

>>chuckle<  "I *like* that idea!  But since my brother still lives
>with Mom and Dad, that wouldn't necessarily *enhance* family harmony!"

*chuckle*  "Well, maybe not ...  You could threaten to put up symbols of
other religion ...  Like, say, the Cult of Norman Rockwell!  ;)

>>>With that, / * realizes he's on some soapboxes, jumps down,
>>>heads back to the bar, hands over another purple bill, and asks
>>>Mike to make him another Grape Crush.

>>"Mike, /*'s next Grape Crush will be on ***  I'll buy his next Grape
>>Crush!"

>"Thanks, Abner!  I think I need another drink after that Purple-People
>Eater scare!!"

Here you go.  I'm sure it'll taste mauvelous!

=8)
From: lydick@SOL1.GPS.CALTECH.EDU (Speaker-to-Minerals)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: Black Death Birthdays (Recipe Included)
Date: 18 Nov 92 15:43:22 GMT
Reply-To: lydick@SOL1.GPS.CALTECH.EDU
Organization: HST Wide Field/Planetary Camera
NNTP-Posting-Host: sol1.gps.caltech.edu

In article <1ed38dINNall@mercury.kingston.ac.uk>, me_s420@ceres (Chris Welch) writes:
>"Thanks for the cake, Merry, I've never had one turn up on my terminal 
> before. The Gardener is going to put it together for the weekend, since 
> you were thoughtful enough to send the recipe. If only we knew what a
> bundt tin is (hint, hint.). Anyway, I reckon you deserve a hug for that.

A bundt pan is like a tube pan (you know, the kind you make angels-food cake
in, except instead of being smooth, the sides are scalloped.  An ordinary tube
pan should make an acceptable substitute.
From: lydick@SOL1.GPS.CALTECH.EDU (Speaker-to-Minerals)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: Democracy
Date: 21 Nov 1992 02:30:41 GMT
Organization: HST Wide Field/Planetary Camera
Distribution: world
Reply-To: lydick@SOL1.GPS.CALTECH.EDU
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In article <BxqpLw.179@news.cso.uiuc.edu>, trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu (Barbara Trumpinski) writes:
=>StM asks, "Kitten, could you give us a bit more information?  Publisher,
=>price, etc. (mainly publisher)?
=
="sure, speaker....and here is the info:
=
=_take back your government_
=
=c. 1992 virginia heinlein
=a baen books original
=isbn: 0-671-72157-7
=
=
=i think you'll enjoy it."  kitten decides it is time for a nap...and
=decides to borrow speaker's lap for it.

Well, as usual, StM is looking confused.  "I just went back to the bookstore
where I'd asked them to special order the book.  No luck.  When the guy who
actually does the special ordering came in, he couldn't find the oook, either
in _Books_in_Print_ or in the microfiche supplements.  Any suggestions?"
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: li@Data-IO.COM (Phyllis Rostykus)
Subject: Re: Cyber (was Introduction was Eh?)
Organization: Data I/O Corporation
Date: Sun, 22 Nov 1992 22:13:40 GMT

In article <1992Nov21.102029.27336@ra.msstate.edu> jmpierce@whale.st.usm.edu (Jimmy Malcolm Pierce) writes:
>   "Alright ! A Tom Swift Junior reader ! The story that had a *very*
>profound{!} affect on me was a story about someone I sort of believe
>exists somewhen, her name is Jirel of Joiry. Of course, Tom Swift, jr.
>and his Betatron, Spaceship, etc. stories were interesting, but I
>rather liked Jirel. I wonder what ever happened to her, " DJ.

Jirel of Joiry was by C.L Moore.  There is a collection of her stories
still in print, I think, in paperback.  C.L. Moore was one of the few
female authors of early SF.  

I don't even *remember* what my first SF book was.  Sigh... I'd guess it
was either something by Andre Norton or a doctors in space by another
Norton... I read most of my high school library when I was in high school
and bored by the classwork.  Anderson to Zelazny...  :)

-- 
Liralen Li           | "... and how you feel can make it real  | - _US_
aka Phyllis Rostykus | Real as anything you've seen            |   Peter
li@Data-IO.com       | Get a life with this dreamer's dream."  |   Gabriel
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: turner@reed.edu (I'm not you)
Subject: Reminder:  NW Callahans New Year's RS
Organization: Reed College, Portland, Oregon
Date: Mon, 23 Nov 1992 22:41:05 GMT

Caithelin looks up from her chair by the fire. Jason whispers something in
her ear...and she momentarily flushes bright pink.  "Ooops I did forget.  I
was going to post another reminder a month ago.  Ah well busy holidays and
all that."

"To anyone who is interested I will be, as usual, hosting a New Year's Eve
party.  It's always been a pretty small event, this year should have a
record crowd (all of 7 or 8 maybe even 9 or 10).  It starts sometime the
afternoon/evening of the 31st of December and ends sometime January 1.  
Maybe I'll do this more formally:

	What:  New year's eve party, Callahan's Realspace
	When:  December 31, 1992 thru January 1, 1993
	Where:  Caithelin's house in Portland OR (email for address)
	How:  You need to ask how parties happen?  Well a whole bunch of
		people get together and have fun...
	Why:  See above.
	Things to bring:  Yourself.  Musical instruments.  Tapes
(cassettes are the only thing I can play, unless someone is suprisingly nice
to me for Christmas, not expected or requested this year.).  Sleeping bag
(there is crash space and if you drink much we'll find you a spot).
Favorite edibles (not required).  Ideas for what you want to put on pizza
(or mail me if you have a better idea for dinner...maybe lasagne, I have a
pasta machine that's fun to play with, ask Liralen). I may ask for
contributions to the dinner fund at some point.
	Contact:  Me.  turner@reed.edu or call me at work 503-777-7429 (it
has an answering machine, I don't).  If I answer it Johanna (which I
probably will,) don't be confused that's me.
	Who's invited:  Everyone.

So, let me know folks if you're interested.  I hope that covers all the
details."

	Lots of love,
	Caithelin
From: gandersn@unixg.ubc.ca (George HN Anderson)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Democracy/New Intro
Date: 17 Nov 1992 00:42:29 GMT
Organization: University of British Columbia, Vancouver, B.C., Canada
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Subject: Re: Democracy/Introduction
Summary: 
Expires: 
Followup-To: 
Distribution: 
Organization: University of British Columbia, Vancouver, B.C., Canada
Keywords: 


The door opens once again and another new face stumbles in, tripping on the door
stop and smacking his head on the frame. "Ouch" he says in a manner that
implies he really means it.
By this time a few heads have turned in his direction. He smiles sheepishly
as he steps up to the bar.
"Scotch, neat please " he says to the bartender as he lays a single on the 
bar, "pain-killer, I walked into that door three times before I was able to 
he turns to look at the crowd, recognizes kitten and Speaker-to-Minerals,
get through it!"
decides not to interrupt StM's discussion and turns to kitten,
"Just wanted to thank you for the Tip on the book,"
"Hi, kitten, I'm George, and I just wanted to thank you for the book tip"
he says quietly, "I'm an RAH fan and I'm happy to hear that there will be 
something "new" to look over". 
That said he drifts quietly to a corner and finds a seat, happy to watch the
Callahaners at play, a smile on his face and drink in hand...
-- 
George Anderson            | "Groan" The last thing to come out
University of BC           | of Pundora's box...
ganderson@unixg.ubc.ca     | 
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: tje3@cunixa.cc.columbia.edu
Subject:  A bit of strangeness
Originator: tje3@cunixa.cc.columbia.edu
Reply-To: tje3@cunixa.cc.columbia.edu (Tammy Jo Eckhart)
Organization: Columbia University
Date: Tue, 17 Nov 1992 18:03:54 GMT

	The Lamplighter is sitting over at a table near the fireplace, along
with some unusual characters.  One of them is a rather portly gentleman with
only a small amount of gray hair remaining (re-mane-ing?) him, wearing a gray
suit.  Another is a bearded individual, shorter than the Lamplighter, wearing
a black-and-multicolored thingamajig with fringes down the arms, along with
various necklaces, rings and bracelets.  This fellow says, "Kind of nice in
here, isn't it, Mr. Gray?"

	"If you like this kind of thing," replies the large man in the suit.
"Singing -- waste of breath, no money in it.  Sharing feelings -- good for
productivity, but too much of it's a waste of time.  But I like the drink
prices."

	"Well, at least there's something you like," says the Lamplighter.
"I kind of thought you'd like it, Moonbeam."  He nods to the guy with the
jewelry.

	Suddenly Tom runs in, leaving the door swinging.  Tom looks exactly
like the Lamplighter, except that his clothes are normal for this day and
age.  He's got what looks like a songbook with him; he runs to the table and
says, "Want to sing some carols?"

	"A bit early for that, isn't it?" asks the Lamplighter.

	"Which ones?" asks Moonbeam.

	"Waste of breath," says Mr. Gray.

	"Well," begins Tom, "How about ...

	I heard the bells on Christmas Day
	Their old familiar carols play
	And wild and sweet the words repeat
	Of peace on Earth, goodwill to men ..."

	"To men?" Moonbeam interrupts.  "Sounds sexist to me.  And what about
people who don't celebrate Christmas?"

	"Ahem," Tom continues.  "How about this one?...

	Here we come a-caroling, among the leaves so green,
	Here we come a-wand'ring, so fair to be seen ..."

	"Fair?" Mr. Gray interrupts.  "Not fair to me.  I just don't get
music.  Now the music industry, that's something else.  Money there."

	Tom sighs, kind of growling-like, and sings,

	"Deck us all with Boston Charlie,
	Walla Walla, Wash., an' Kalamazoo!"

	Grinning, the Lamplighter interrupts.  "Sounds kinda unfair to people
from Boston."

	"Named Charlie," adds Moonbeam.

	"Grr ..." says Tom.

	"Do I smell smoke?" wonders Mr. Gray.

	"Hey, this is a no-smoking table!" says Moonbeam.

	"Where'd Tom go?" asks the Lamplighter.

-         -    -  - -=---------=----=--=-=#=========#====#==#=#*#########*####*
The Lamplighter             |"There's only so many times you can type 'Pat
(Tom Lee)                   | Buchanan' into a word processor before the
tje3@cunixa.cc.columbia.edu | system crashes."                    -- Love & War
*####*#########*#=#==#====#=========#=-=--=----=---------=- -  -    -         -
"Deck Us All with Boston Charlie" is found in the book of the same title by
Walt Kelly, and elsewhere in his "Pogo" comic strip.

Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: nev@Turing.ORG (Niles E. VanDenburg)
Subject: Classifications
Organization: The Turing Project, Charlottesville Virginia.
Date: Thu, 19 Nov 1992 13:57:27 GMT

In article <1992Nov19.112504.2677@bradford.ac.uk> S.S.B.Glover@bradford.ac.uk (SSB GLOVER) writes:

>For what it's worth, I spent almost seven years working in a biophysics 
>(later "biochemistry and molecular biology") department, but I'm a chemist
>by training (honest!) and now retraining in computer science...

I started out as a system engineer but got involved with producing 
software for computer simulations and after a loooooonnnnnnggg slide I
now consider myself a programmer with no ambition and no hope.
Outside of my job I enjoy field botany and tai chi.

>Do we have any other chemists in the house? X-ray crystallographers?

Botanists ?  Taxonomists ?


>Philosophy
>Math = Applied Philosophy
>Physics = Applied Math
>Chemistry = Applied Physics
>Biology = Applied Chemistry
>Sociology = Applied Biology
>Arts = Applied Sociology
>
>(NB '=' in this context merely means 'is a subset of' or similar)
>
>To Classifications! (and does ontology recapitulate philology?)


But where does taxonomy fit in the above scheme?  I would guess:

Taxonomy = Applied Biology

but an equally good argument could be made for:

Taxonomy = Applied Philosophy


On a more somber note:

    "To all the people suffering from Lyme disease, the current bane
      of field botanists in eastern USA/NA."

                  <<crash>>


-- 
Niles VanDenburg
nev@turing.org
niles_v@cho000.cho.ge.com
niles_v@cho000.dnet.ge.com
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: jmpierce@whale.st.usm.edu (Jimmy Malcolm Pierce)
Subject: Red Shift ( was  Re: Science and god:  Are they incompatible? ) 
Organization: University of Southern Mississippi
Date: Thu, 19 Nov 1992 01:23:03 GMT

StM says:
>DJ writes:
>>  Okay. How do either of you feel about the possibility that Red Shift is not
>>always an indicator of distance...
>
>It's NOT always an indicator of distance.  In the vast majority of cases where
>we could get independent estimates of distances, however, degree of red shift
>is closely correlated with distance.
>
>>A certain person's 'peculiar galaxies...'
>>I can't remember his name off-hand. He wound up going to Europe as he couldn't
>>get telelscope time here in the US.
>
>I'm not familiar with the case in question.  Could you (or maybe DM or one of
>the other AY types) give us more information on this?  Or a reference? 
>
    Halton Arp is his name. He said that many quasars appear to be
connected to galaxies with greatly different red shifts than the galaxy.
He wanted 4 meter telescope time to find out what, if any, connection
they did have. After preliminary deep exposures showed he might be correct
in some instances, he was then denied more time to make absolutely certain.
I got the impression that if he did find it to be true, some of our
standard candles for age of the universe would prove wrong in some instances.
i.e. not all quasars are a long way off, some are attached or imbedded in
'relatively nearby' galaxies. Which I would say means that some of my
astronomy knowledge says thats impossible... I see 'proof' on both sides
of this question. I did see several high-resolution photographs in his
book that appear to show a hydrogen bridge connecting a quasar and a normal
spiral galaxy... I have read other claims that say the photograph proves 
nothing... It certainly appears to me to be connected. { I used a magnifying
glass to suppliment my vision. }
 
   { I have his book somewhere at home and might be able to find it if you
     need some of his examples, such as NGC numbers that supposedly have
     quasars attached. }

-- 
 Jim Pierce Bach. of Sci. in Applied Computer Science USM - Gulf Park Campus 
             jmpierce@whale.st.usm.edu  Disclaimer: Standard.
From: me_s420@ceres (Chris Welch)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: Black Death Birthdays (Recipe Included)
Date: 18 Nov 1992 09:43:41 GMT
Organization: Kingston University
NNTP-Posting-Host: ceres.kingston.ac.uk
X-Newsreader: Tin 1.1 PL4

mmbt+@andrew.cmu.edu ("Mary A. Mark") writes:

: On the trolley before her sit (In Chorus: "OOOOhhhh, AAAAAAh")
: 1) A very large, absolutely black, chocolate cake  (Remember the
:    absolutely black ship that gets stolen by Zaphod Beeblebrox?  Well,
:    this cake is *that* absolutely black.  Yes, really.  Absorbs light.)
: 2) A large bowl of whipped cream (no sugar, no flavoring, just cream)
: 3) A stack of plates, spoons, forks, etc.
: 4) A large serving knife
: 
: Merrigold lifts the knife, cuts the cake (you can see her *working*
: to push the knife through the cake: it's *really* dense) and puts
: the first two slices onto a pair of plates.  She then loads them
: with whipped cream, and adds forks. 
: 
: "Once I've handed these two slices out, the cake is fair game!
: But I've brought this cake here in honour of two friends of mine,
: Chris Welch (Urban Spaceman) and John Ockerbloom, and the first
: two slices go to them. They're both celebrating birthdays this week 
: (Chris on the 16th and John on the 18th) and I wanted to celebrate them.
: Since I can't manage to be in the UK, Chris, I hope you'll accept
: this virtual cake, with virtual hugs, and warmth and affection.  
: And since John lives in Pittsburgh, I can offer him an actual hug!"
: 
:                     "Happy Birthdays to you both!"
: 

The Urban Spaceman shimmers in to existence, virtual chocalate smeared
around his mouth.

"Thanks for the cake, Merry, I've never had one turn up on my terminal 
 before. The Gardener is going to put it together for the weekend, since 
 you were thoughtful enough to send the recipe. If only we knew what a
 bundt tin is (hint, hint.). Anyway, I reckon you deserve a hug for that.
 Here."

 *HUG*

"On a side issue, the choco-mail that you sent me arrived Monday 16th, whil
 the cake, at least from my perspective, only appeared in Callahan's today,
 Wednesday 18th. This confirms my suspicion about periodic cyberlag in the
 networks.

"Anyway, seems like time for a toast to me. Drinks are, um, at my expense,
 Mike. I'll have a dram of the Dufftown Glenlivet since today is cold and
 miserable in RL."

 Taking the whisky, Spaceman sips it for a bit. When it is finished, he
 steps up to the chalk line...

 "To Friends, Chocolate, Birthdays, and Whisky, but not necessarily in that
  order."













Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: jmpierce@whale.st.usm.edu (Jimmy Malcolm Pierce)
Subject: Re: Another introduction...
Organization: University of Southern Mississippi
Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1992 21:33:30 GMT

ajm@wag.caltech.edu (Abner J. Mintz) writes:
>"Mike, /*'s next Grape Crush will be on ***  I'll buy his next Grape
>Crush!"

    "Gee, I was already with the Bar-Bee-Queue !" Robbie.
   :-)  :-)   :-)

-- 
 Jim Pierce Bach. of Sci. in Applied Computer Science USM - Gulf Park Campus 
             jmpierce@whale.st.usm.edu  Disclaimer: Standard.
                     "Kill the Wabbit ! " Elmer Fudd.