Errors-To: owner-ecto@ns1.rutgers.edu Reply-To: ecto@ns1.rutgers.edu Sender: ecto@ns1.rutgers.edu From: ecto@ns1.rutgers.edu To: ecto-request@ns1.rutgers.edu Bcc: ecto-digest-outbound@ns1.rutgers.edu Subject: ecto #218 ecto, Number 218 Saturday, 18 April 1992 Today's Topics: *-----------------* tada! stuff Stoffing for your email spool While I'm thinking of it... German! Replies Floods etc./EctoParty - almost a Vickie (tm) Re: ecto #216 ======================================================================== Date: Fri, 17 Apr 92 00:22:35 EDT From: jessica@cs.rutgers.edu (jessica) Subject: tada! From now on, ecto lives on ns1.rutgers.edu! All seems to be well (yep, we'll see, if you get this digest, it's working :) Please send mail to ecto@ns1.rutgers.edu now! jessica ======================================================================== Date: Fri, 17 Apr 92 01:08:01 EDT From: woj@remus.rutgers.edu Subject: stuff MTARR@eagle.wesleyan.edu sez: >Alas, if I were going to be within reach of the studio during the summer, >I'd volunteer to take over the compiling of the HBP. i'd volunteer too, *but* i'm going to be out of the country again from mid-may till mid-june. or something like that. not good timing to either catch happy shows, compile hbp's or order the 1st4. :P i should do that before i disappear... jeffy@syrinx.umd.edu sez regarding tracy chapman: >GACK! How _dare_ you! How can you honestly call gut-wrenching songs like >"All That You Have Is Your Soul" or "This Time" or "Bridges" or [...] >"boring"?!?!?!! eh. i didn't like the second album much either. and this was right after i was utterly stunned by tracy on the last amnesty show. i went to the one at the big o in montreal. imagine 50,000 people and one lone guitarist in black. everyone had heard her i suppose, but no one was really ready for her. she easily was more entertaining than sting (not terribly hard, mind you). it was enthralling the way that she won over the entire crowd with her simplicty and honesty. but despite that, i just could not get into the second album at all. it sits unlistened in a tape bin somewhere around here. jeffy@syrinx.umd.edu sez: >Is it just me or is Loreena McKennitt's voice reminscent of Annie Haslam's? it's just you. ;) if anything, she reminds me more of the singer for the pseudo-celtic golden bough whose name i can't recall (it's written down on a piece of paper downstairs, but it's late and i'm lazy so... :) i like the way that loreena kinda croons at you...yum! kyrlidis@athena.mit.edu sez: >b) Jah Wobble's Invaders of the Heart- Rising above bedlam. gods, this is a *wonderful* album. i found it for $1 in cut out bin some- where on cd and snagged it. it's got everything from middle eastern styles to reggae beats to latin rhythms as angelos mentioned. so far, this is by far one of my fave releases of this year. on a related note, i also picked up a suns of arqa disc, _land of a thou- sand churches_. also recommended - in the same vein, but a bit more eclectic than jah wobble. >c) Diamanda Galas - The Singer. i can only apprecaite her technically. her voice does little for me, but i can admire what she does with it. i guess i just don't enjoy it that much. sometimes i think she's in it for the shock more than anything else and that usually turns me off. kyrlidis@athena.mit.edu sez about ladyslipper: >YAY!! These two must be the best reviews of happy's albums i have seen so >far! yeah - i got a real kick out of "wee wee from mars". :) >How does one get a copy of this catalog? send $1 to: ladyslipper po box 3124-r durham, nc 27715 >BTW, It is SNOWING in Boston. It's APRIL mother nature! welcome to the north east. jessica@cs.rutgers.edu sez: >Oh oh, nope, one more tiny bit of news: Dave and Reg Steiner will >be joining us at the Northampton MA show (Tori Amos). It's turning >into a regular ectophile occasion. ack! will there be room in the car for everyone? or will this require a two car effort? woj ======================================================================== Date: 17 April 1992 13:52:09 CDT From: Subject: Stoffing for your email spool With this posting, I try out the new address. I have just looked at all my Happy cassette boxes to see if any of the songs have the initials "n.s.," and have found that unfortunately, none do. Angelos writes: >The day he writes 'More Paint', or 'Stripes weren't made for zebras' will be >the day that Happy has become too popular for her own good. Seems I've let myself be guided by spurious indicators all this time. I always thought the litmus test of that was that Mad magazine would come out with a parody of a certain email list of our acquaintance, under the working title of... :-) :-) :-) E C C H T O. )-: )-: )-: I predict that the next existential question before us will be this: Now that the new, higher price of the newly-yclept Happy Rhodes Fan Club (so imaginative a name, that :-) ) brings one an expanded benefit package, will we want to reveal its existence to anyone besides ourselves? If so, how? Through what media, with what overall reach and frequency? If we want to try something that hasn't been done to death already, there may be possibilities in a recollection that came back to me quite some time ago, for no apparent reason. Around 1968, I think it was, I used to period- ically observe a little old man walking up and down State Street, one of the main commercial arteries of Chicago's Loop (not "look," as I erroneously typed in the other day in my allusion to its current macerated state), wearing a sandwich board that bore a sequence of imprimaturs something like so: What is COMMUNISM? ------------------- Who shot presidents? -------------------- Who will bury us? -------------------- Get the true answers--25c. -------------------- Support your local police-- Keep them independent -------------------- CODY MUST GO (The latter reference was to the then-archbishop of Chicago, who was anathema to much of the local Catholic right for his suport of Vatican II's policy outputs, only to become anathema to liberals years later after he rigidified.) An appropriate adaptation of this concept for us might go something like this: What is HAPPYVANGELISM? ------------------- Who confirms my reality, harbors my individuality? -------------------- Who is king over my domain, what's the force that has kept me sane? -------------------- Who put the bomp in the bomp bomp bomp? Who put the ram in the ramalamadingdong? Who put the boomdidiwana in the boomdidiwanahaihaihaihai? -------------------- Do I have to dig? Do I have to prod? -------------------- Get the true answers--$10 -------------------- Support your local email lists-- Keep them independent of newsgroups -------------------- ROSAS AND DRUKMAN MUST GO (Not the ideal degree of economy of phrase for the electronic age, but you get the general idea.) The only other largely unexploited medium I can think of just now is if ECTO-SHAVE signs were suddenly to sprout alongside highways from coast to coast, but it's a Friday afternoon and I'm tired and I can't immediately think of what they might say. My deep appreciation to Greg for his insightful comments on my last couple of product ideas. It's about time we had a good flame war on ecto :-) :-) :-). Mitch Pravatiner BA '73, MA '74, University of Illinois at Chicago ("Home of the Flames"--Sports Information Office slogan) Interim apprentice executive creative director E.C.T. & O. Worldwide ======================================================================== Date: 17 April 1992 14:48:32 CDT From: Subject: While I'm thinking of it... For its distinguished service to the cause of Ecto, the Athos machine really deserves some place in recorded history. Perhaps Stephen Golden can give us an estimate of its chances of getting museum space at the campus where he is (and the great Happy concert was), alongside Grace Hopper's original Eniac system). :-) Mitch ======================================================================== From: kyrlidis@athena.mit.edu Subject: Re: Stoffing for your email spool Date: Fri, 17 Apr 92 16:15:19 EDT Mitch writes: >I have just looked at all >my Happy cassette boxes to see if any of the songs have the initials "n.s.," >and have found that unfortunately, none do. Well it's not too hard to figure out the *obvious* :-) connection. In fact there never was a more appropriate name for a computer to host ecto. Here is the *real* reason jessica moved ecto to ns1. n: 14 n-s-1: -6 \ ==> n+(n-s-1)= 8 --> h (appy), s-1= 18 --> r (hodes) s: 19 1: 1 :) / :) :) :) back to my paper... Angelos ------- Between thought and expression lies a lifetime - Lou Reed ======================================================================== Date: Fri, 17 Apr 92 16:27:42 -0400 From: gb10@gte.com (Gregory Bossert) Subject: Re: Stoffing for your email spool Mitch provokes me to an entirely feigned rage: > My deep appreciation to Greg for his insightful comments on my last > couple of product ideas. It's about time we had a good flame war on > ecto :-) :-) :-). oh yeah??? well, how about this: the speech Happy gave thanking WXPN and the audience for their support at the philly concert was actually edited together from a tape KaTe made for 1979 European Convention of Transvestite Ornithologists -- Happy was lip syncing. in fact, if you study the video, which i have a copy of because i am special, it is obvious that Happy is lip syncing throughout the show (except in the dance numbers). *also*, her songs are direct ripoffs of the Fabulous Cleanshaven Oranges, an obscure electronic duo from the duchy of grand fenwick to whom she has clearly not even bothered to listen! *and* Mitch dresses up like a giant duck and frightens commuters on the Chicago public transit system -- what do you think caused that flooding, hmm?! your turn :) bloopglurp! -not greg -- clever@fake.address -- "do your ears have parasites is your manner dull and grave stay fuzzy blue at nights with Happy ecto-shave!" you're right, Mitch, it's friday afternoon... ======================================================================== Date: Fri, 17 Apr 92 15:33:50 CDT From: Chip Subject: German! Here's some GOOD german for you: ________________ Achtung! Alles touristen and Non-Technischen Lookens Peepers! Das Machine control is nicht fur Gerfingerpoken und Mitten grabben. Oderwise is easy Schnappen der Springgenwerk, Blownfuse, und Poppencorken mit Spitzensparken. Der Machine is Diggen by Experten only. Is nicht fur Gerverken by das Dummkopfen. Das Rubberneken Sightseenen Keepen das Cottenpicken Hands in das Pockets. So Relaxen und Watchen das Blinkenlight. _______________ Obviously written by someone who doesn't know a stitch of German. It was difficult for me to type this verbatim; I wanted to at least fix it to be a little more grammatically correct, but I didn't. Chip Lueck (Jeff) chip-l@nwu.edu Northwestern University OR (708) 467-1897 Work Phone jlueck@nuacvm.bitnet ======================================================================== Date: 17-APR-1992 16:56:53.98 From: MTARR@eagle.wesleyan.edu Subject: Replies Hi! Jeff goes nuts: >>I've also gotten as freebies the single of Tracy Chapman's "Bang Bang Bang", >>which is about as boring as anything from _Crossroads_ but I'm reserving >>judgement on the album until I can hear the whole thing; >GACK! How _dare_ you! How can you honestly call gut-wrenching songs like >"All That You Have Is Your Soul" or "This Time" or "Bridges" or [...] >"boring"?!?!?!! These are every bit as powerful as the gutwrenching >songs on _Tracy Chapman_. Heathen! Well, precisely. _Crossroads_, to me, showed no sign whatsoever that she had grown as an artist between the two albums. I was expecting at least something different, and all I got was another album of _Tracy Chapman_. When I want to listen to that, I'll listen to that, and not waste my money on a later facsimile. Which, judging by "Bang Bang Bang", the third album is as well. It's a disappointment for me, since I expected her to at least try some new directions, using the talent she has to go even farther. Whatever. Angelos reports: >here's what I bought last week: >a) Weird Al - Smells like Nirvana. Great parody, even better video. >The day he writes 'More Paint', or 'Stripes weren't made for zebras' will be >the day that Happy has become too popular for her own good. "Stripes weren't made for zebras"... oh no, I'm feeling the urge to actually do something with this. Stop me before I do something I'm going to regret later! >c) Diamanda Galas - The Singer. >I wrote about this in .gaffa the day after I bought it. I was shocked by it. >I even tried to sell it, but decided that $5 was a ripoff, and kept it. Well >it turns out that I ended up liking it. Chilling, disturbing, angry, yet >heartfelt. I cannot imagine anybody else singing like she does. >She has an incredible range. She can sustain a very deep voice, but her >screams are really haunting. She reminds me of a satanic bluesy Lene Lovich >gone amok. And that's meant as a compliment. I have tried many times to stomach Diamanda Galas, and failed every time. I think I'm never in quite a suicidal enough mood to appreciate her. This album is a bit easier to deal with, but not by much... Valerie opines: >>I just acquired from the station the promo single CD of "Silent All These >>Years" (ack, every time I type the word "this" "thesis" comes out first :P)- ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ >gee, i don't seem to have that problem, meredith. :-P Well, just because you were smart and decided not to be a masochist and didn't write a thesis doesn't give you the right to rub it in. :P :) >>no extra tracks, just the album version of that song, with a yummy picture >>of Tori on the cover. I figure it'll be worth something someday. :> >okay, *now* i'm jealous! probably is my punishment for not doing a this. :-) Actually, it's getting back at you for keeping that yummy publicity photo of Sarah McLachlan. ;> Re the awesome blurbs in the Ladyslipper catalog: Yay!!! Do Happy and Kevin know about that? I wonder if the catalog will get the CDs of the 1st4 in... ====================================================================== |Meredith Tarr "Get to the point you sappy wimps| |Wesleyan University I haven't got a lifetime | |Middletown, CT Simplicity is beauty | |USA, Earth Are there poets less sublime?" | |mtarr@eagle.wesleyan.edu -Happy Rhodes | ====================================================================== ======================================================================== Date: Fri, 17 Apr 92 23:35:21 PDT From: barry@gnu.ai.mit.edu Hi everybody, there was a article in my paper today about Tori Amos, and I thought some of you might like to read it, so here it goes: THE PREACHER'S DAUGHTER by Barbara Jaeger Tori Amos made some unusual excursions with her father the preacher. "When I was about 13, my dad would come with me, and he'd help convince bar and hotel owners [in Washington,D.C., and Baltimore] that they should give me a chance," says the singer-songwriter, whose debut solo album, "Little Earthquakes," was recently released on Atlantic Records. "And so many of them did." "I think sometimes I got the job because they didn't know what to make of this man with his cleric's collar." One can imagine their bewilderment. After all, a Methodist preacher is rarely found in smokefilled bars and candlelit hotel lounges, soliciting work for his teenage daughter. "My upbringing was pretty strict," the 28-year-old former child prodigy recalls in a recent telephone conversation. "Both my parents are real Victorians," she adds with a soft laugh. "But back then my father saw that a separation was starting to happen in our relationship. Tensions were really starting to flare up. And he knew that you either support your kid or you lose your kid." "So, he just said to me one day, 'How can I help you achieve what you want to do?'" And those words, Amos says were just the ones she needed to hear at the time. "Until that moment, I was so confused. I was a disappointment to myself, and I felt I was a disappointment to my parents and the people who were trying to help me. "It's really hard for a child -- especially one who is into pleasing people and who has gotten a lot of attention -- to have something taken away. You really start to think you don't have it. I really thought my life was over." That latter comment sounds a bit melodramatic -- even coming from the often-dramatic Amos. But when she talks about her formative years, it's easy to understand why she felt this way. It was almost pre-ordained that Amos would choose a musical career she says. Her earliest memories include selecting albums from her mother's extensive record collection and listening to Broadway show albums and performers such as Fats Waller and Nat King Cole. From her older brother, Amos developed a taste for the music of Jimi Hendrix. "And I'd be lying if I said that church music wasn't a big part of my life," says the former choir member. By age 4, Amos was playing piano and writing songs. A year later, she won a scholarship to the Peabody Conservatory in Baltimore. The goal was a career as a concert pianist. But the regimentation proved deadly for Amos. She came to dread the weekly lessons where she was forced to spend most of her time reading music. All she wanted to do, she says, was "play the cool things I picked up by ear." At 11, Amos says, she was kicked out of the conservatory. Two years later, with her father as chaperone, Amos began making the rounds of clubs and lounges, where she played a mix of standards and originals. "I progressed more in two years than I had in the the six years at Peabody," she says. "Having free rein to experiment, I was excited and motivated. And the audiences appreaciated what I was doing." Amos moved to Los Angeles in her late teens. By day she shopped around for a recording deal; by night she worked the hotel-lounge circuit. "So many record companies said I had potential," she says. "But no one seemed willing to take a chance on me. I began to think that maybe potential just wasn't enough. And a lot of the old doubts began to surface again." When she finally got her first chance to make an album, she says, she misguidedly and unsuccessfully used it to garner a hard rock following. But Amos is philosophical about it: Were it not for the failure of 1988's "Y Can't Tori Read," she might not have recorded "Little Earthquakes." "I suddenly realized that for most of my life I was trying to please the people around me. I needed to get away, discover who I was -- not just the musician, but the entire girl. And I needed to find out what it was that I wanted to do." She moved to London and "just closed my door on the rest of the world." On a rented piano, she began to compose the songs of repression and liberation -- drawn, in many instances, from her own experiences -- that fill "Little Earthquakes." Writing those songs was no walk in the park," says Amos, whose singing style is similar to Kate Bush's. "I had to open hundreds and hundreds of doors that I had kept locked for years. But tearing myself asunder helped me grow up. "I learned the key to the kingdom is self-acceptance." * * * Amos performs two shows, 8 an 11 p.m., Monday at The Bottom Line, 15 W. Fourth St., Manhattan. Tickets are $15 and may be reserved by calling 1-(212) 228-6300. Chris Glenn opens the performances. End of that Article The following is from Beats Magazine which I picked up at the Wiz Tori Amos, the American singer/songwriter who moved to London and bewitched the music media with her combination of beguiling music (variously compared to Kate Bush and Mary Margaret O'Hara) and kooky "new age" image, has been embarrassed by revelations that she was previously the singer in an AOR pop-metal band that also contained current Guns N'Roses drummer Matt Sorum. Journalists were led to believe that Amos' current album, the intensely introspective Little Earthquakes, is her debut. But it now transpires that Atlantic released an album by an outfit called Y Kant Tori Read, featuring the Pat Benatar-type vocals of Amos, who was also pictured on the sleeve with uplifted breasts, frizzy Valley Girl hair and a voluptuous pout. "There was a part of me that really wanted to walk around feeling like a bad girl," she said, "but now my insides are strong and I don't need my hair sprayed out 10 inches and my bra showing through." Also in the magazine if anybody wants to know was a story on The Sugarcubes, and a review of LUSH's new release Spooky. Guess I've taken up too much of everyone's time, so see you laters Barry ======================================================================== Date: Sat, 18 Apr 92 00:28:23 CST From: ("Chip" Jeff Lueck) Subject: Floods etc./EctoParty - almost a Vickie (tm) *NOTE* This message was written on April 13 and sent the 18th. Mitch caused to be written: > More in response to things on ecto in general in the near future. I must >now get busy on the task of getting home over the flood that's now occurring >underneath downtown Chicago. It's been a bizarre kinda day here on this place we call earth. The first news story I heard was about an earthquake in Germany. American news being what it is, it was no more specific. Sure, Germany isn't the largest country in the world, but come on people-tell us _where_ in Germany, eh? As soon as I heard this, I thought 'omigod klaus and claudia'. Then I thought 'omigod I was just there'. Then I thought. (I thought whilst the newscaster was telling about some volcanic tragedy in the Italian parts). Then a newsflash talking about some leak in the underground tunnels. "Yippee" I thought as I flipped off the radio to listen to Happy in the shower. I thought nothing of it. Then I hear all about it at work and realize the scope of the situation. I'm glad I don't work in the Loop! (by the way, Klaus had put me at ease - he and Claudia are fine.) And now I realize that I didn't include my 2 cents about the European Ecto Party. The more I think about it, the more I realize what a wonderful place Ecto is! Klaus and Claudia picked Michelle and I up at our hotel in Duesseldorf. We recognized each other because we had previously swapped pictures. After that we went to the Wuppertal museum. Claudia says she 'dragged' us there, but she didn't have to twist my arm! It was a wonderful museum and had great sculptures, paintings, etc. We then went home (EuroEcto Central) for a bit of lunch. It was my first introduction to Claudia's wonderful perfection. After hanging out a bit, we went to the Train Station to pick up . Anyone who's been reading Ecto for a while would have spotted her right away - all black attire and blond hair! We went home for dinner where Claudia made Zwiebelkuchen. YUMMY! After dinner and chatting, we went to bed. The next morning we got up early and (after breakfast, of course. When in Deutschland... :) ) went off to the outskirts of Wuppertal to visit Schloss Burg which is an awesome castle! Court was in heaven dashing around, merowing, climbing and scoping out the cemetaries. It was really a nice place and the views were marvelous! (I just got the photographs back). When our time was up there, we hurried back to Wuppertal to pick up Albert. It was real easy to spot him. I mean, how many other people have a Happy keychain through their nose? It was then time for more food. Klaus then noticed that Star Trek: The Next Generation was on, so we watched that (in German, of course). It was a real hoot to hear some of the dub voices. Some were close, some were better (Deanna Troi sounds sexy in German) and some way off mark. Wesley Crusher's German voice was enough to make us roar! What a hoot! Later that evening, Klaus and Claudia took us to a restaurant called "Kartoffelhaus" (potato house) where every entree was somehow based on potatoes. MMMMM GOOD! After stuffing ourselves, we also enjoyed a delicious dessert called "Rote Gruetze". It was to die for! The next day was the start of EctoParty "official". By then we had already received the Philly tapes and package from footah! It was difficult to not pop them directly in the player. Klaus (or so it seemed at the time) was like dad a day before Christmas when all the kids want to tear into all the wrapped packages. It's good to hear from him that he, too, wanted to tear into the Happy tapes. We waited until evening nonetheless. Evening soon arrived and it was wonderful! Claudia (as usual) made a superb meal and we started the festivities with the WXPN interview/live songs. The fuzzy blue drinks were soon flowing and everything was *fantastic*! I won't go into detail because Albert, Klaus and Claudia summed it up beautifully and I'm sure Court (merow!!!!!!!!) will put in her 2 cents worth, too. The next day we went to the zoo in Wuppertal via the Schwebebahn (an experience in itself!). Those of you unfamiliar with Wuppertal are probably wondering what the heck the Schwebebahn is. Well, it is the Wuppertal mode of public transportation. It is a train system, but far from normal. You see, the train rides UNDER the tracks instead of on TOP of them. It's pretty cool to say the least. The zoo was beautiful and one of the best I've been to. Court seemed to have a radar for any form of cat! Monday morning rolled around quickly and Court was off before I could wish her "Bon Voyage". (GREAT TO MEET YOU COURT! MEROW!!!!!!!). Claudia had to go to work that day, so Klaus, Albert, Michelle and I took a short trip to Koeln (Cologne) to do the tourist thang. It was great to see the "Dom" (cathedral) that I've only read about and seen in pictures. Wonderful stuff! That evening we went to see the Sugarcubes in Duesseldorf. The opening "band", as described in these pages by Albert, was nicht so gut. Albert looked cute with the toilet paper in his ears. It almost looked as if he were trying to stuff joints in his ears unsuccessfully. The Sugarcubes were great though! (it's seems as if they are becoming popular here in States; when we got back there were posters all over the record store I frequent and I've heard them on the radio station a number of times) The Albany tapes from woj arrived before we left Monday morning, so we listened to them on the way to the concert and when we came back. It was a wonderful close to a wonderful weekend with a bunch of wonderful ectophiles. I must say that the whole Ecto experience was truly magnificent and it made our (michelle and I) trip something we will *never* forget. Klaus and Claudia are splendid hosts and wonderful people! Klaus and Claudia are coming in September and I think it would be great to have another Ecto Party here in Chicago. So, for those of you who can make it to Chicago in September (dates, times, etc. to be discussed later), please come. Any suggestions? We have a pretty large place (3 bedrooms) and will host as many ectophiles as our floorboards will support. (Court: when you come we'll have to go looking for swings. I think there are some down the block.....) Talk to you all later! I hope to meet a lot of you in September. Maybe we could get Happy to do a concert in Chicago then! =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "Chip" Jeff Lueck I need a clever signature. chip-l@nwu.edu =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= ======================================================================== Subject: Re: ecto #216 From: tlb@bsbbs.columbus.oh.us (Tracy Barber) Date: Fri, 17 Apr 92 16:42:23 EDT This is just in case the messages don't get out to the individual nodes I'm requesting: woj - Just checking in to see if my tapes arrived at the "farmhouse". Greg - Also checking in if the tapes were received by you out there in greater MA. Waiting for the "live" stuff to come in! Been a while since I've heard anything that I've gone to, as per concerts. Well, keep the faith. More Happy to come... BTW, been transporting some reviews of the 'philes here to a local Albany BBS. Maybe Kevin will log on and check them out. Tracy Barber (aka tlb) --- * SLMR 2.0 * "Let's win this one and go home." - George A. Custer ---- Tracy Barber tlb@bsbbs.columbus.oh.us {n8emr|nstar}!bluemoon!bsbbs!tlb The Big Sky BBS (+1 614 864 1198) ======================================================================== The ecto archives are on hardees.rutgers.edu in ~ftp/pub/hr. There is a README file explaining what is where. Feel free to send me (or leave in the incoming directory, just let me know) things you'd like to have added. -- jessica (jessica@ns1.rutgers.edu)