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From: Wales.Larrison@ofa123.fidonet.org
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: Arty .... Goodbye
Date: 30 Sep 92 02:17:44 GMT
X-Sender: newtout 0.02 Sep 21 1992

In article <1992Sep28.132933.1839@samba.oit.unc.edu>
Jack.Smoke@bbs.oit.unc.edu (Jack Smoke) writes:
>Smoke re-enters the bar.  "I have been asked to speak more fully of
>Arty's death.  I knew he had friends here, but I am surprised at
>the number and depth of feeling.
>     Thyra, Arty was a Cherokee.  Instead of an Irish wake, lut us
>to the meadow, build a fire, and speak his death."
>     Smoke walks through the french doors and watches the fireworks
>with aproval.  He gathers wood, building a bonfire, as te stars
>come out. when it is dark, he fires them, and looks arround the
>fire at Arty's friends.
>     "I have been asked to speak the Dodger's death.  Is there any
>here who would do it instead?" He waits, then resumes.  "The Artful
>Dodger was my friend, my shipmate, and a member of my Clan, and my
>Tribe. He was Wolf clan Cherokee.
>     "We met in the Navy.  Art was the calmest, most professional
>Search and Rescue (SAR) jumper it was ever my privelege to work
>with. He would jump where angels feared to swim - I once saw him
>pull a bleeding pilot out of water where sharks werebegining to
>circle.  He was kept in the navy after his enlistment should ave
>been up, involuntarily extended. On a mission over the northern end
>of the Persian gulf, he and the crew of Speargun 119, Lt. Lunn, Lt.
>Mullen, Petty Officer Lopez, and Art, decided to make a short
>detour to pick up the pilot of a downed f-18.  They were shot down,
>and Petty Officer Lopez died in the crash.
> 
>     ...
> 
>     Among my people it is believed that you can send things to the
>dead, things that they might need.  I brought with me his flight
>jacket. In the Navy, each flight jacket is individual, different
>patces, different placements of patches.  Art was proud of his."
>     Smoke tosses the jacket into the fire and sits back, watching
>it burn.
  
    Wales has followed Smoke out into the meadow.  He watches the
bonfire get built and gifts added to the pyre.
    He is carrying a small shot glass of scotch.  He tosses it into
the fire, where it puffs into a small, blue fireball.  As the smoke
ascends skywards, Wales softly says:
    "Goodbye Arty.  I regret I didn't have a chance to get to know
you.  I don't know what your favorite drink was, but accept this
from someone who can't find out what it is..."
 -----------------------------------------------------------------
 Wales Larrison                          Space Technology Investor
  

--- Maximus 2.00
From: jmpierce@whale.st.usm.edu (Jimmy Malcolm Pierce)
Subject: Re: Coming in for a landing, ArchTeryx!
Organization: University of Southern Mississippi
Date: Wed, 7 Oct 1992 02:17:19 GMT

In article <BvoFxJ.DDq@news.cso.uiuc.edu> trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu (Barbara Trumpinski) writes:
>kitten sneaks up behind archteryx....not an easy thing to do...and
>kateri and sea sneak up behind kitten...suddenly he notices the
>bubbles and butterflies that have started filling the air....
>
>he turns around and is suddenly surrounded by semi-dressed women and
>hugs.... 
>
>kitten says, "archteryx...we sort of let your birthday slide by...and
>i know it was rough ....which is too bad, 'cause 21 should be a very
>special birthday...so this is for you...."
>

    "Happy Birthday Archteryx ! " Linda, DJ, and Robbie.


    "Boss, did you forget !?!" Linda.

    "Hmm. I guess you are back from Jellystone park then..." DJ.

    "Boss ! Did you forget !" Robbie.

    "Nope ! Archteryx, heres your birthday present !" DJ.

   A small blue box, with a pattern of birds, and other winged beings adorns 
 it is handed to the Birthday boy. 

   "Well, what is in here ? " Archteryx.

   The package is opened. "Its a flute, a flute of bird/avian communication.
If you ever enounter an avian that doesn't know one of the avian languages
you know Archteryx, you can still communicate with them," DJ. 

  Later, I have to get back to work...

-- 
 Jim Pierce Bach. of Sci. in Applied Computer Science
 jmpierce@whale.st.usm.edu  Disclaimer: Standard.
  "Is it the weekend yet ?" me :-)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: steve@Advansoft.COM (Steve Savitzky)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Sticker Shock
Date: 28 Sep 92 17:43:11 GMT
Organization: Advansoft Research Corp, Santa Clara, CA

"Here's to new ventures!" says the Mandelbear, as he flings a glass
that once held Genever into the fireplace.  "It's amazing what a large
bank balance will do to your sense of values.

"We just bought a new minivan last Saturday -- a Mercury Villager.
The price was not quite as much as we paid for our house 17 years ago,
but too close for comfort.  I've always said I refuse to pay as much
for a car as we did for the house, but I suspect that by the time we
have to replace this one, I'll have to break that promise.  

"The large bank balance, of course, is there because we're in between
refinancing the house and starting on the upstairs addition, but just
knowing that it's there is dangerous.  I also blew almost $1K fixing
our dead Mac.

"I now have a job offer outstanding, with the possibility of one or
two more before I have to make a decision next week.  That, plus the
fact that we're driving down to LA for ConChord next weekend, is what
determined the timing of the van purchase.  We'd been setting up to
rent one for the weekend.

"I *hate* making expensive, difficult decisions that I'm going to have
to live with for years and years -- seems like I've been doing it too
much these last few weeks.  Two more in the next couple of weeks that
I know of: which job to take, and which flavor of PC to buy.  GAAAK!

"Hi, Liralen! Good to see you back in the Place."

The Mandelbear loses focus and slowly drifts off in the general
direction of -i, causing his cross-section to flatten out and finally
vanish in a blaze of disconnected fractal sparks.
--
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 \ steve@advansoft.COM \ San Jose, CA 95128 \ Presently seeking employment:
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Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: estin@zug.csmil.umich.edu (Paul Estin)
Subject: Memorial Service on HoloMuck
Date: Wed, 30 Sep 92 17:30:59 EDT
Organization: Cognitive Science and Machine Intelligence Lab, U. of Michigan
Keywords: n

Snark announces, "There will be a memorial service held for Regan
Pylman, a.k.a. the Artful Dodger, on HoloMuck (currently at
132.206.4.25 5757) on Thursday, October 1st, beginning at 10 PM
Eastern time (7 PM Pacific time).  First, a simple service will be
held in the middle fof Arty's Great Sonoran Desert, in which,
basically, anyone who wishes to speak may do so.  After that, we plan
to have an interrment in the Tanstaafl Cemetery, followed by a wake on
Arty's boat.

"I'm hoping to keep things simple, since there's a bit of a danger in
trying to do too much in VR, and having the situation get silly or
disrespectful.  We're just trying to provide a chance for everyone who
knew Arty in VR to meet, in the midst of places Arty created or were
built in his honor, and say a few words if they want to.

"This message is really directed towards any HoloMuckers who haven't
been on lately and seen the login message there already (which also
explains how to get to the starting locale).  Although I do welcome
any new Callahanians to HoloMuck, you should really have a character
ready and know how to act on a Muck, before the service begins... I
don't want to have people asking how to do things on a Muck, or have
pagers beeping, or things like that.  the service doesn't have to be
solemn in the extreme, but it should be respectful, I think."

Snark fades softly and silently away.

-----
Paul Andrew Estin, Chancellor of Development on HoloMuck
estin@csmil.umich.edu  estin@um.cc.umich.edu  esti@amber.uchicago.edu
214 Beakes St. (home)  330 Packard Rd. (work)  Ann Arbor, MI 48104
(313)-994-3869         (313)-747-3699
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu (Barbara Trumpinski)
Subject: Re: Enter the _Sea_Slug_
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Sat, 3 Oct 1992 20:30:46 GMT


>The ship slowly descends to about six feet above the top of the bar,
>stops, and lowers a loading platform down onto the bar top.  On the
>platform are three crates and a male humanoid in a bright orange
>jumpsuit.

>Mike takes one look at the humanoid, reaches under the bar, and 
>produces his shotgun.  Aiming it at the newcomer, he growls, ``Dammit,
>C-Hawk, I thought I warned you never to come flying in here again.''

kitten THROWS herself in front of the shotgun.....

"NO....PLEASE....i am SURE he's sorry....and we are SO HAPPY to see him...
don't shoot our C-hawk...

kateri....toothpick....didi....HELP!!!!!!!"

(hopefully) mike grins and puts the shotgun back under the bar.

--
***************************************************************************
conan the librarian a.k.a. kitten           /\ /\  barbara ann 
"my life's a soap opera, isn't yours?"      {=.=}
                                              ~   trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu 
"perhaps _any_ universe becomes real in proportion 
to the number of people who believe in it and spend time there." s. robinson

Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: goodman@bright.uoregon.edu (Albert Goodman)
Subject: Re: MonTemplar makes the connection!
Organization: Dept. of Mathematics, University of Oregon, Eugene OR 97403-1222
Date: Sat, 26 Sep 92 18:16:25 GMT

MonTemplar says:
>> "I've now sussed out most of the ins and outs of KA9Q, and how to get it to
>> do things for me. Quite literally, thanks to KA9Q and Demon, I am now my
>> own Internet site, sort of. From my PC I can go by FTP and Telnet to just
>> about anywhere, AND collect news and mail at the same time. Neat, huh?

Jason says:
>     Does anyone here know of a similar service in Canada or the USA? It
>might help people like Alfvaen, and others threatened with or suffering
>under being ABEND. I wouldn't mind using such a service from my home as
>well. 

Albert (yes, still here though rarely heard from) replies:  "This
sounds a lot like something called PSILink which I recently heard
about, offering internet access from a PC; they advertised having
local phone numbers in something like (so far) 157 North American
cities (mostly in the US but some in Canada and a few in Mexico)...
Does anyone here know more about this?  If not I can send someone the
info I have including where to get more information..."

"By the way, Jason, it's not exactly that alt.* newsgroups can't be
accessed from dial-in lines at the University of Oregon; I'm doing so
just fine (but I'm not using the VAX, so I don't know if it can be
accessed from the VAX)...  E-mail me if you want to discuss this."

							-- Albert
From: lydick@SOL1.GPS.CALTECH.EDU (Speaker-to-Minerals)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: Young Coot's thoughts... (was Re: Old Coots tests)
Date: 28 Sep 1992 19:23:57 GMT
Organization: HST Wide Field/Planetary Camera
Reply-To: lydick@SOL1.GPS.CALTECH.EDU
NNTP-Posting-Host: sol1.gps.caltech.edu

In article <RANDOLPH.92Sep24220330@cognito.ebay.Sun.COM>, randolph@cognito.ebay.Sun.COM (Randolph Fritz) writes:
="The odd thing is, my current SPARCstation is sometimes slower in
=responding to the keyboard than an old PDP-11 (16 bits, 1 Mhz, 248
=Kbytes--yes, Kbytes--memory *tops*).  And -- damnit -- for most of
=what I do, that PDP-11 was just as competent.  E-mail, editing --
=well, maybe not some of the monster files I work with but smaller
=stuff just fine.  It had a screen editor.  You could have run emacs on
=it, if you had emacs.

Er, Randolf?  I think EMACs was originally WRITTEN on a PDP-11.  I know that
the language in which it was originally written (TECO) was originally developed
for DEC PDP-10 and PDP-11 machines.
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: JMPIERCE%USMCP6.bitnet@VM.TCS.Tulane.EDU (JIM PIERCE)
Subject: schools re: Old Coots Test
Organization: Yale CS Mail/News Gateway
Date: Sat, 26 Sep 1992 07:54:15 GMT


   Well, I have attended schools: Elementary was 1-6, junior high was
7-9 { with a graduation from 9th }, and 10-12 was high school. There
was one school I went to that elementary was 1-7, jr. was 8 and 9th,
and 10-12 was high school.

  { This was posted after my re: about Artful Dodger's death. I'll
    survive. Really. Jim }


* <JMPIERCE@USMCP6.BITNET> Jim Pierce; Bach. Sci. in Appl. Comp. Sci.     * USM
Academic Computing on the Gulf Park Campus. Disclaimer: Standard.
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
From: dbriggs@zia.aoc.nrao.edu (Daniel Briggs)
Subject: Re: Cultural Exchange (was Re: Schooling)
Organization: National Radio Astronomy Observatory, Socorro NM
Date: Fri, 2 Oct 92 04:33:26 GMT

In article <1992Oct1.224216.27280@ucc.su.OZ.AU>
  neilb@physics.su.OZ.AU (RiemannZeta(s)) writes:
>A question that has long puzzled me about Americian Football,
>can the ball be passed as many times as you wish in one play?
>bye

"Not really.  A forward pass must begin behind the line of scrimmage,
(where the ball starts at the beginning of the play).  Normally it is
thrown by the quarterback, who specializes in this sort of thing.  Several
of the other fellows behind the offensive line (that is, the fellows not
imitating rutting rams by butting heads with defensive line) can also throw
the ball, though this is very rare.  (Sometimes you will see a place kicker
throw the ball in an attempt for a two point conversion after a touchdown,
but I digress.)  Now I must admit, I don't actually *know* that the
quarterback couldn't throw the ball to a halfback behind the line of
scrimmage who then throws the ball to someone else, but I've never heard of
such a thing being done.  In situations where the halfback throws at all,
it's pretty common for the quarterback to toss him the ball, though.  I
don't know if that initial toss counts as a "pass".

"Now there is another concept called the lateral, which could be confused
with a pass.  Basically, you can always toss the ball *backwards*, and you
may do this as many times as you like in one play.  It's normally used by a
runner, who is about to be tackled.  He tosses the ball to his mate and the
other fellow hopefully eludes the tackle.  It's a bit risky, since a
botched lateral may very well be (is?) considered a fumble, as compared
with an incomplete pass which is called dead.  Since laterals are always
short range affairs, the ball is usually tossed underhand, rather than the
pretty spiral throws the quarterback uses.  Now again, I don't *know* that
a runner couldn't throw the ball clear across the field (and backwards)
with a spiral throw, but I've never heard of it happening.  Since it'll be
a fumble if he misses, it would have to be a move of desperation.

Dan'l hopes that makes it a little clearer.  "Anyone up on the fine points of
the rules?"

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Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Newsgroups: alt.callahans

In alt.callahans, trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu (Barbara Trumpinski) writes:

> >>        There is no defense against this behavior. In the violence case,
> >>        most experienced patrons just ignore it. Some ignore it but wax
> >>        rhetorical over how evil it is. A few try to rationalize a
> >>        recovery in some kind of virtual reality. In the denigration
> >>        case, most patrons flame at the critic, a few ignore, some try to
> >>        sincerely and seriously answer the charges. I have no advice
> >>        here. Perhaps we really need the criticism!
> 
> doug the cynic:
> 
> >This is, of course, not true.  Last time this occured, I demonstrated
> >a quite effective defense against it.  It not only worked, it
> >was amusing.
> 
> 
> kitten:
> 
> doug...therare lots of people around who remember neither the
> terrorists nor your defensive action.how aboutut filling in the new
> people?  it is part of our history, after all...
> 

It happened just a few months ago.  They came in with a new terrorist
attack, and I merely took up their game and mocked them in a way that
I knew was effective.  Mr Palmer, I think, took up the game as well
and poked a little fun.  Given that they wanted crying, shock, and
whining, they left quickly when they got laughter and denigration. 

Of course this probably would not work every time or with everyone,
so Nick's answer is probably best, but it is not the only answer to
those willing to have a little laugh at themselves and others.

doug
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: Wellsprings
From: Mark Beirne Lively <ml5a+@andrew.cmu.edu>
Date: Wed, 30 Sep 1992 15:41:12 -0400 
Distribution: alt
Organization: Sophomore, Mechanical Engineering, Carnegie Mellon, Pittsburgh, PA

>"In our time of vast urbanization we have lost touch with the
>wellsprings of culture.  City life can be exciting, bracing, and
>creative.  Yet the roots of culture do not grow in the cities;
>culture comes from intimate involvement in the physical or spiritual
>world.  It comes, in other words, from the countryside, from working
>with the physical universe, or from meditation.  City life, I believe,
>can vastly expand on culture, but cannot, itself, create culture
<because in the end, city life is people interacting with people; the
>needed outside impetus is lacking.  And so there is a vast nostalgia
>and a vast hunger.  Anything, anything with roots outside of our
>cities becomes vastly important--folk arts have become so very
>important, and we have a vast nostalgia for the tribal."  He pauses to
>scan the bar; the many personae drawn from the memories of the
>wellsprings.  "And at the same time, by forcibly involving the peoples
>who live near the wellsprings with us, they become more like us, and
>less what we need.  And so we drain the wells.
	I don't really view cities as lacking in Wellsprings you just have to
know where and how to look for them.  The city wellsprings have a
different flavor to them.  They aren't the great expanses of open
woodlands they are the daisies in the cracks of the sidewalks.  The
crumbling steel of old factories.  The strange new sopunds and rythems
that come when coultures meet.  I agree that we shouldn't destroy  the
wilderness,  But i think that we should use what we already have around
us. before putting down our calculators and slide rules and go marching
back into the woods to munch on twigs and leaves.  The answers are all
around us.  All you have to do is know how to look.  You speak for the
longing to be in tribes.  Well there are tribes alive and well today 
Kicking and thriving in a cement jungle, where survivial is just about
as improbable as it was 1000 years ago.

Friend of the one who is.
Bear aka the Lord High Rulebender aka (ML5A@ANDREW.CMU.EDU)
From: daq@hpfcso.FC.HP.COM (Doug Quarnstrom)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: all about callahans
Date: 28 Sep 92 14:40:55 GMT
Organization: Hewlett-Packard, Fort Collins, CO, USA

In alt.callahans, GE.LJB@forsythe.stanford.edu (Louis J Bookbinder) writes:

>        persona and blowing up the place or a fair number of patrons
>        thereof. A milder form is one or more legitimate guests obeying
>        the rules but declaring that "THIS PLACE SUCKS - A BUNCH OF WEEPY
>        PATHOS GROUPIES" or words to that effect.
> 
>        There is no defense against this behavior. In the violence case,
>        most experienced patrons just ignore it. Some ignore it but wax
>        rhetorical over how evil it is. A few try to rationalize a
>        recovery in some kind of virtual reality. In the denigration
>        case, most patrons flame at the critic, a few ignore, some try to
>        sincerely and seriously answer the charges. I have no advice
>        here. Perhaps we really need the criticism!

This is, of course, not true.  Last time this occured, I demonstrated
a quite effective defense against it.  It not only worked, it
was amusing.

doug
From: trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu (Barbara Trumpinski)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: Friends ... forever ...
Date: 1 Oct 92 00:55:47 GMT
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana




>     John walks in after periodic absences; he looks around and walks up to 
>Mike, to ask him what's going on.


[much deleted]

>     But you were, and are, a friend, and I love you.  Now, and forever.

>     Dunno if it means much to you; dunno if anything means much  to you.  But 
>now it means something to me. . .  and I guess that's gotta be enough.

>     Goodbye, my friend.


                          John"

>    He walks up to the fire, and lays the letter in the center.  He then pulls 
>out the printout of Didi's repring of his post for Danger Mouse.  It's the only
>words he has saved that came from Arty.  He re-reads them again, and, thinking 
>of the man who made such words, he smiles.

>     Those who look closely notice that a few tears still escape his eyes.  
>Finally he turns and goes back to the bar, to hand out hugs and the 22 
>remaining bottls of beer.

>     And then he goes back to his notes, and keeps working on his novel.  It's 
>the only life affirming thing he can think to do right now.



kitten leaves the group hug to put her arms around john...kissing him
on the cheek and then settling down nearby..."that's right, dearest
john....keep writing...you can beat the bastard Stranger....i know you can."

--
***************************************************************************
conan the librarian a.k.a. kitten           /\ /\  barbara ann 
"my life's a soap opera, isn't yours?"      {=.=}
                                              ~   trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu 
"perhaps _any_ universe becomes real in proportion 
to the number of people who believe in it and spend time there." s. robinson
From: lpsmith@wheaton.wheaton.EDU (Solution Myth)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re:psychokinetic water sculptures?
Date: 28 Sep 92 21:25:21 GMT

Solution watches Thyra's 'sculpture' with great amusement and enjoyment, being
personally akin to the sculpture himself :-)

"Hey, that's great!"  he says, "but it probably wouldn't wear you out as much
if you did it with vapor--I should know."  So saying, the Myth(t) swirls,
spreading throughout the room.  Suddenly, a whole pod of dolphins appear,
swimming in a circle.  As if on cue, they suddenly turn inward, collide, and
form one huge dolphin who swims up toward the ceiling and seems to go through
it--though keen-eyed patrons can detect a fine vapor spreading from the spot of
disappearance and re-collecting near the glass.

"However," he says, adopting a more serious tone once the more familiar human
form has re-formed, "as Nick reminded us, Callahan's isn't really a place for
theatrics.  I'm much more appreciative of this form since I can do this--"

Solution drifts towards a corner of the bar where a tired-looking lurker is
sitting.  She is mildly startled as the mist envelops her, but the look of
astonishment is almost immediately replaced by a look of relaxation as she
receives a combination sauna/backrub.  Her head nods, and gradually slips
toward the table until she falls asleep smiling.  A few moments later, Solution
moves back toward his glass.  "I take requests for any reason," he says, "but
you get the best ones if you're hurting."

-Solution Myth(t)