From: kumar@ug.cs.dal.ca (kumar yelubandi)
Subject: Wok Tell, Aiken et al
Organization: Math, Stats & CS, Dalhousie University, Halifax, NS, Canada
Date: Sun, 12 Apr 92 01:16:53 GMT

A piece of addvyes for unix users:

    Never type "rm *" after the unix prompt...actually, I was trying
    to get rid of a zip file in my news directory with the command
    "rm *.zip". But I accidentally hit return after the asterisk and
    well...the rest is history. *sigh*

Even though I've lost the illustrious messages posted by Wok tell, Aiken,
et "an irritating knoll of parched crabgrass", I will attempt to address 
their concerns that I reacted rashly...you know, in intimating this 
wonderful workshop has become a stampede ground for artifice and insecure 
egos. 
	But first let me offer the following:
(I'm doing this with but scant bits of recollection (scant bits
are all I carry with me, along with "green elizabeth" to squeeze grapes 
whenever sanity drains in)). 

To Tom:     I'm touched that you actually collect my art. I thought that 
            poem had kissed the cinder box long ago. As the poem reveals,
            you had the potential to be a Shelley, or some great poet
            with some great things to say. But time has proven me wrong
            yet again *sigh*.  Stick to the sandbox. You can't do much 
	    damage there; and I heard the expectations aren't as high.
     

To Melynda: 	Liked your "fumar" poem. Liked it so much I almost 
		bought the company - after all it shaves closer than a
                blade. But you shouldn't Malign-the voice of frustration
                dear, at least not until you write a poem that challenges 
                its criticism.
                

To Cecil:    Cecil, Cecil....Cecil, Cecil, Cecil. 
	     (I felt all along that Chekhov's earlier work, 'The Cecil', 
              would one day find itself on the acting stage. A century later,
              it has)

To Doug:    Yes, Doug, I do tend to apologize and back down. I apologize
            even when I am wrong. What's wrong with apologizing. It's the 
   	    best diplomacy I know. Albeit it's a bit wishy washy...but then 
	    again, it keeps me honest. Now, if I can just get to
            that football before Lucy yanks it away.... 

To Guiseppe Verdi:   I rather like you Joe; even though I don't like guys
      		     who say they like guys "that have that many vowels in 
		     their name"        

To Plastic Larissa:     A poem.

		Plastic moth do your thing,
                spread your butterphillic wings,
		but vary of the flame that burns in zeal,
                that rants and raves before it reels,
                'cause by then, no amount of Chanel magic 
		can erase the smell of pungent plastic.





	Kumar

ps: oh well, this message is already too long...I will post a meaningful
    rebuttal to the criticism and anger against my earlier post, in a later
    message...I have exams to deal with for now...*raises wine glass*

        "Bottoms up!"


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   (good wines > good times!)      **  of things. And I quit thinking     **
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