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 #384 ecto, Number 384 Thursday, 17 December 1992 Today's Topics: *-----------------* Bill Pringle of Paramax Jeanne and Euan and Ecto Jeanne and Euan (again) Futuristic 2 (poem/lyrics) Futuristic 2 Wind and Wateres (poem) HGP and Merry Yules Fixed Geeks, Mondo, and the Edge things Re: ecto #383 Mondo 2000 Summer Is Icumen Out and other tales of trauma Unsubscribe MTV envy Today's your birthday friends.... ======================================================================== Date: Wed, 16 Dec 92 10:13:49 -0800 From: Michael G Peskura Subject: Bill Pringle of Paramax Hi, Bill Pringle. 'Tis good to see you on the happy (tm) ecto list. I've been fooling around with Burroughs large systems since 1971, and the Univ of Wash is still a Unisys shop (w/ A15, etc.). Speaking of ecto-plasm, will Unisys really be the only major computer manufacturer to show a profit this year? Cheers, Mp ======================================================================== From: shark@cs.ucla.edu (Jeanne B. Schreiter) Subject: Jeanne and Euan and Ecto Date: Wed, 16 Dec 92 10:28:43 PST Oh you forgot something though. (and I saw that Euan has the same birthday.. HOWEVER ...) I said I would marry a single man, with the same birthday and he has to be OLDER or the same age as I. If I recall right, Euan was born in 1970. (Correct me if I'm wrong.) And if not, Euan, you're a year too short. You'll have to whisk me away from California. (and save me from moving in.) (and moving all my stuffed sharks in) :) *smiling happily* Jeanne -- ======================================================================== From: shark@cs.ucla.edu (Jeanne B. Schreiter) Subject: Jeanne and Euan (again) Date: Wed, 16 Dec 92 11:03:28 PST Maybe I should have held my tongue. TJ is convinced I didn't say anything about age. (maybe Euan should tell me if he's single) :) Jeanne -- ======================================================================== From: shark@cs.ucla.edu (Jeanne B. Schreiter) Subject: Futuristic 2 (poem/lyrics) Date: Wed, 16 Dec 92 11:06:53 PST Futuristic 2 12-15-1992 Lying in this bed (oh my my) motionless (oh she's) a bloodless being Thoughts described in plastic webs joints that creak when she turns her head Slow h u m s of artificial fish in bubbling plasma wateres bleeding in this earth Dare we fall part Dare we go on cast in these metal molds (ah ah ..ah ah) Until we m a k e love Oh yes, until we make love Lonliness can break this soul broken up in pieces of unstability} It's like this I'm told. And I dreamed of this land, different all around where trees were cut environmental scanned looking for the human soul finding nothing but rocks, portions of coal. And yellow purple boxes denotated on command Until we made love and dared to go on. - JB Schreiter -- -- ======================================================================== From: shark@cs.ucla.edu (Jeanne B. Schreiter) Subject: Wind and Wateres (poem) Date: Wed, 16 Dec 92 11:07:48 PST :) Wind and Wateres :) 12-14-1992 :) :) The winds blow across your face :) grace lifting me from the wateres :) :) I am taken back to the the coldness of night :) where your body crunches through the white flakes :) of another snowy morning. :) :) Crystal drops of my life pouredracks, dripping down :) from the second floor. You see them and you smile. :) Crisp and cold against your lips. Dreaming of hot chocolate, :) wet mittens and Mom's warm kiss on your cheeks. :) :) I can feel your face brighten, alive in your memories. :) :) That is your memory, child. :) Shining around him, :) becoming part of his world too, :) wipe away your silent tears, :) smooth your fingertips clean, :) the winds and the wateres await you. :) :) -JB Schreiter :) :) -- :) -- ======================================================================== Date: Wed, 16 Dec 92 13:33:29 CST From: Kiri Subject: HGP and Merry Yules I'm leaving for home this evening - well partially at least. I'm going up to Memphis for the night to visit Court, and then heading home tomorrow. Just wanted to say Merry Yule, and Happy New Year to everyone!! Vickie - I will be bringing our selections for the HGP up when I come home. We didn't have a chance to do it over thanksgiving so we are going to record it tonight. I will hopefully give it to you in person fri, sat, or sun depending on when i wake up :) I have chosen a Laurie Freelove song, not sure what court has up her sleeve. Have wonderful winter holidays all! kIrI byhargie@vm.cc.olemiss.edu ======================================================================== From: drk@leland.stanford.edu Subject: Fixed Date: Wed, 16 Dec 92 17:35:45 PST Greetings Ectophiles, Tis the season of Top Ten lists, and in trying to formulate mine I came the to the same conclusion as some others in Netland: 1992 was a poor year for new music. However, just yesterday I picked up what I believe is the finest piece of work to be released this year. _Fixed_ by Nine Inch Nails. I know only a few Ectophiles are interested in NiN, so I'll keep this short... Trent and his co-conspirators have really outdone themselves this time. _Fixed_ is a collection of six variations on songs from the _Boken_ EP. (BTW, _Fixed_ is longer than _Broken_ but is priced as a CD-single.) To say that _Fixed_ is hard would be an understatement. _Broken_ was hard, _Fixed_ is bone-jarring, gut-shaking, tear-up-the-lease hard. And good. Very, very good! This is simply the finest effort that Trent has been involved in to date, and establishes NiN as the true successor to Ministry. Check it out! Cheers, David ======================================================================== Date: Wed, 16 Dec 92 19:08:00 PST From: spotter@darwin.bio.uci.edu (Steve Potter) Subject: Geeks, Mondo, and the Edge Being an avid fan of the extremely alternative mag Mondo 2000, I was surprised to hear vickie say: >It's Mondo, a very stooopid, cyber-geek magazeen. The kind of magazine >that Diamanda would puke on, if she knew what it was like. I'll bet >she'd never seen, or at least, read, a copy before the interview. The >interview was pretty good though, and the cover photo is worth picking >it up for. Yes, I admit to being a cyber-geek (although this side of me is merely a small facet on a complex crystal of cubic zirconium), but to call Mondo stooopid is an egregious error! The Galas issue had a marvelous interview of the Edge, with guys from Negativeland present, about thier spoof on U2, and the legal onslaught that Island records unleashed on Neg (Which the Edge denies having anything to do with). The mag is full of quality computer art, weird fiction, nerdy computer-net stuff, interviews with alternative musicians, and a generally abusive attitude to the conventional and accepted (which I condone). My question to you, Vickie, is: Have _you_ ever read a copy? I bet many ectophiles would get a lot out of it, as I do. Skaludy spotter@darwin.bio.uci.edu ======================================================================== From: Martin Dougiamas Subject: things Date: Thu, 17 Dec 1992 12:38:22 +0800 (WST) Alan writes: > And I'll ask this question again: > HAS ANYONE HEARD THE NEW THOMAS DOLBY ALBUM YET?????? I didn't see this the first time you asked, but count me in as someone who will be hearing it within a few days, at least. I'm a big Dolby fan, but I haven't got the latest yet. Which reminds me, there's a quite groovy dance song around that I've only heard/seen bits of that looks and sounds like Thomas Dolby, but isn't. Anyone seen that? Someone wrote about Equipoise: >I think Happy did this on purpose, just to give us something to go nuts over >until February... Just to set the record straight, Happy didn't do anything of the sort. I actually had to weasle the thing out of Kevin during a conversation about something entirely different. I had the impression it was a name they had just settled on. While on the topic, why don't we have a competition to guess the new cover? I had a dream last night about it... it was all very metallic with angular shapes on it. I'd be interested to see if I'm right! Martin -- ,-----------------------------------------------------------------. _ . | Stuffing live tarantula spiders | Martin Dougiamas. | _r| Ll\ | into your mouth and then stapling | martin@cs.curtin.edu.au | | | \ | your lips together may not be a | Curtin University | \ |_ / | real clever thing to do. | Perth, Western Australia -+-> X~ `-' `=================================================================' V ======================================================================== Date: Wed, 16 Dec 92 23:00:20 PST From: stevev@greylady.uoregon.edu (Steve VanDevender) Subject: Geeks, Mondo, and the Edge Steve Potter writes: > > Being an avid fan of the extremely alternative mag Mondo 2000, I > was surprised to hear vickie say: > > >It's Mondo, a very stooopid, cyber-geek magazeen. The kind of magazine > >that Diamanda would puke on, if she knew what it was like. I'll bet > >she'd never seen, or at least, read, a copy before the interview. The > >interview was pretty good though, and the cover photo is worth picking > >it up for. Actually, I saw this same issue of _Mondo 2000_ in a bookstore and skimmed the interview with Diamanda Galas. It wasn't that bad of an interview. However, I'm somewhere between Vickie and Steve Potter in my opinion of the magazine in general. I think that _Mondo 2000_ is slick factoids for clueless technophiles. As someone who is actively participating in all these technologies that M2000 readers get so hot about, I find that the general content of the magazine is only somewhat accurate. Perhaps I'm just jaded because I work developing computer games and have been on the Internet for years, but the kind of mindless excitement M2000 tends to project about technology grates against my understanding of its realities and implications. If you think the "slick factoids for clueless technophiles" remark is a bit harsh, understand that, for example, I also call state-run lottery games an "idiot tax". I guess I'm a sucker for the witty put-down. In other news: I dunno, Vickie, I can't think of anything to put on the HHP (Happy Holidays Project) and I'm not sure that I can come up with something to outdo (either for the better or the worse) my HBP pick of Tom Lehrer's "We'll All Go Together When We Go". Perhaps I could record an HHP intro to go with your recording of my HBP pick? "To the Funnyfarm" is my unofficial theme song for this year's California International Marathon. Uncharacteristically for Sacramento, it rained heavily before, during, and after the race (although the day before was beautiful). About four miles into the 26.2 mile race, the lyric I've lost my way Through this world of profanities I thrive on the wind and the rain and the cold popped into my head. The general theme of the song also matched the feeling I was beginning to have that I must be partially insane to have been subjecting myself to such an unpleasant time. As it turned out, my time was quite unpleasant -- after getting thoroughly soaked within minutes of the start, the wind came up at about the 8-mile mark, and blew against us for the rest of the race, so I was about 20 minutes off the time I wanted to have. I did take second for being crazy enough to stay in the race and finish, though. Now, however, I am rooting for the rain. Oregon is having the best ski conditions we've had in at least two or three years, with my favorite nearby ski resort reporting a 50-inch base -- more than they ever had last year. I'm also volunteering for a local adapted ski program, so I'll be skiing ten times for free and getting to skip work on Fridays from January through March. ======================================================================== Date: Thu, 17 Dec 92 03:00:13 EST From: bdugan@gnu.ai.mit.edu Subject: Re: ecto #383 UNSUBSCRIBE ======================================================================== Date: Thu, 17 Dec 92 03:25 CST From: chrisw@fciad2.bsd.uchicago.edu (chris williams) Subject: Mondo 2000 Chris here, >Being an avid fan of the extremely alternative mag Mondo 2000, I >was surprised to hear vickie say: >>It's Mondo, a very stooopid, cyber-geek magazeen. The kind of magazine >>that Diamanda would puke on, if she knew what it was like. I'll bet >>she'd never seen, or at least, read, a copy before the interview. The >>interview was pretty good though, and the cover photo is worth picking >>it up for. >Yes, I admit to being a cyber-geek (although this side of me is >merely a small facet on a complex crystal of cubic zirconium), but >to call Mondo stooopid is an egregious error! The Galas issue had >a marvelous interview of the Edge, with guys from Negativeland >present, about thier spoof on U2, and the legal onslaught that Island >records unleashed on Neg (Which the Edge denies having anything to do with). >The mag is full of quality computer art, weird fiction, nerdy computer-net >stuff, interviews with alternative musicians, and a generally abusive >attitude to the conventional and accepted (which I condone). My >question to you, Vickie, is: Have _you_ ever read a copy? I bet >many ectophiles would get a lot out of it, as I do. Vickie isn't a regular reader of Mondo, and I don't believe she has seen any issues other than the Diamanda one, but obviously _that_ one didn't impress her. So some of her disdain for it may have been picked up from me. I have been aware of Mondo since it was called _Reality Hackers_. I hadn't been impressed with it at the time, and subsequent samplings have had no better effect. What are my problems with it? * Their idea of "computer graphics." Some of the stuff is good, but a large percentage is "Mac-head-with-PhotoShop" nonsense. * The fashion layouts. Ugh! What the *hell* does this have to do with anything in the real world or a cyber one. Most of the people that I respect in my field (computer graphics) wear clothes for utility and I suspect this is true throughout the computer community. I have heard a "...well Mondo isn't just computers.." argument, but this was from people who willingly read Vogue. * MACMACMACMAC. The don't seem to notice any system not designed in Cupertino, Ca. Macs are fine, but *lord*, they are just another CPU with a GUI tacked on. Not the second coming. * They seem to be suffering under the delusion that they are on the cutting-edge. Nonsense. Cutting-edge information arrives via the Net. Information that arrives via paper is of historical value only. * I have met some Mondo staffers and have been further unimpressed. In particular, I met R.U. Sirus at SIGGRAPH, and had to avoid laughing out loud at his utter cluelessness. * Mondo's much praised "design." My principles forbid me to read dark brown text against a royal blue background. A confused, jumbled mess. * Hacker wanna-bees. >Skaludy >spotter@darwin.bio.uci.edu Chris Williams of Chris'n'Vickie of Chicago chrisw@fciad2.bsd.uchicago.edu (his) vickie@njin.rutgers.edu (hers) katefans@chinet.chi.il.us (ours) ======================================================================== Date: 16 December 1992 13:44:21 CST From: Subject: Summer Is Icumen Out and other tales of trauma At least it is in the northern hemisphere. :-) After snowing last week, it warmed into the 50's (F-scale; were it on the C-scale we'd know global warming was in an acute phase :-) ), with heavy rain (to the point that my thoughts on the way home turned at one point to the discussion on rec.music.misc last week about Lou Christie's "Rhapsody in the Rain" being the worst song of its time). Today it's getting cold again, with more snow forecast. On a whim, I stopped off at Rose Records between transit segments yesterday morning, to see if they had anything by ecto's latest hot number, Ingrid Karklins. Somewhat to my surprise, the folk CD section had one copy of _A Darker Passion_, which I bought, and then a funny thing happened. The cashier spontaneously asked where I heard about Ingrid Karklins. Not feel- ing up to a detailed explication of mailing lists, newsgroups, the internet in all its ramifications, ad nauseam, I said that somebody on a computer bulletin board had been waxing rhapsodic about her, so I decided to check her out. At about this time, a woman on my side of the counter turned up seemingly _ex nihilo_, and asked if I knew who it was who had been waxing rhapsodic (my choice of words, not hers--as if you hadn't guessed by now :-) ), or if they just went by numbers, at which point a member of the staff quipped, "on the network they give you a number and take away your name." [Ah there, Johnny Rivers :-)] Or words to that effect. In any event, I misremembered woj's effusions as having come from Jeff Burka, and told her that it was someone in Washington. She replied that the person she was thinking of was in Skokie, so it wasn't the same one as I was. Be all this as it may, I came away from the encounter thinking it interesting that Ingrid had already developed such an underground network of followers. When I finally got to open the CD up, it turned out that the two sides of the clear plastic longbox were held together by a rubber cement-like substance, in lieu of the more typical staples. No problem in itself, but somehow the adhe- sive had flowed into the booklet compartment and ossified on the booklet, so that when I attempted to remove the latter, the cover ripped along the midline for about half the distance from the top, as well as a little spot toward the upper right corner. Fortunately, this mishap did not altogether obliterate the cover art, which is a full dorsal nude shot of Ingrid from the hips up, standing directly against an ivy-covered wall, the whole photo overlain with an array of little line drawings whose style is not unlike that of the late Keith Haring. But to recall the great words of Alfred E. Smith, let's look at the record. It is common knowledge among regular readers of these pages that I tend to be less obviously effusive than some others of us in writing up my evaluations of music. You are probably thinking to yourself by now, that I'm leading up to dropping the bombshell that this time will be different. But to recall the great words of John McLaughlin (or at least Dana Carvey), *** W R O N G !!! *** :-) For all that, this album remains an interestingly different body of words and music, that easily lives up to its underground reputation. Not being one to analyze each track to death in writing, I will just touch on a few highlights (as they seem to me). "Big One/Little One" seems to be some sort of political statement on the status of women, but I can't quite pinpoint what it is. "Smitten" reminds me of some of Jeanne's poetry, some more of which we are being treated to in today's incoming. "Incredible March of the Spiny Lobsters" is indeed an imaginative song title, albeit arguably less so in my book than "Who Stole the Isopropyl Alcohol" from the movie _Dead Calm_. Feminists everywhere should warm to "Crack the Slab," with its references to the "voiceless, dumb lingam" (Kama Sutrese for the male intromitter). "Ar Vilcinu Riga Braucu" will probably lose the health nuts with the lyric "To buy my father tobacco/Sweet sugar for my mother;" the subsequent line "Pull, wolf, as you cry/Why did you eat my colt?," I had the irresistible impulse to transduce (or is it traduce) to "Pull, cat, as you cry/Why did you eat my ward maps?" :-) One day in the spring of 1966, my teacher for German I gave an exercise to the class, in which we were supposed to identify objects in writing which he would describe orally in German. Somebody asked if the answers should be written in German. He replied that we could write them in English--or, for that matter, we could write them in Latvian. It seems to me that if this album goes platin- um, his _bon mot_ could take on more practical significance than he thought at the time. Will Tex-Lat take its place beside Tex-Mex in the pantheon of musical subgenres in our lifetime? Beats the hell out of me :-). I have recently been exposed to one recording, and acquired another, that I am pleased to recommend to you. Over the weekend, the world music show on WBEZ played some tracks from an album apparently called _Galacia Notempo_, by an instrumental band galled Miadoro. (I may or may not have spelled these correct ly, having tried to transcribe the disk jockey's utterances.) These guys deal in a subgenre of Celtic music indigenous to the Spanish province of Galicia; it is quite interesting. And the other day, I finally took delivery on the album _Last Autumn's Dream_ by the apparently defunct English band Jade Warrior --a reissue on the Line label from Germany. I first heard a selection from this album on WXRT about 1978, and had been hoping to get my hands on it ever since (it was out of print for a number of years). They have other individual CDs out as well; Tower's data base lists a box set of theirs, with a price prob ably in line with the going rate for such things. The primary lesson to be learned from the results of my lengthy quest for the album is that men can be just as good as women at doing ecto-style ethereal. It was worth the $25 post- tax suggested retail. This very minute, NPR news has broadcast an item that one justice of the Penn- sylvania Supreme Court has accused another of trying to run him down with a car, while still another has accused yet another of trying to wiretap the rest. I wonder if they're on an appointive or an elective system there :-). Last night WXRT broadcast Melissa Etheridge's Chicago concert live. I set up my recording walkman to time-shift the proceedings, and chose a mid-grade high bias tape over a super-premium one to lay the tracks unto. Promptly at 8 PM, the station switched to the live remote, and I switched the equipment into record mode. Predictably, I fell asleep while side 1 was being recorded, and stayed under until after it had switched to playback upon auto-reversing, causing about a 15 minute gap at the beginning of side 2 (almost as long as the one that became a cause celebre in Watergate). Undaunted, I flipped the tape as soon as I woke up and realized, albeit not for a few minutes, what was happening. This morning, I finally listened to the tape and discovered that the harmonic convergence between the radio reception and the recording equip- ment's capability was something less than stellar--the volume is muffled, and the whole recording is overlain with consistent white noise that usually didn't come through the phones when the radio program was on. Somehow, the final quality of the recording makes me feel less badly about losing the 15 minutes. If there's any newsgroup the net ought to have but doesn't, it is alt.flame.u.s .postal-service. The first-generation tape of my contributions should have had an overnight journey to Vickie's box after I mailed it nearly two weeks ago. When I learned it had apparently been lost in the mail, I redubbed the backup copy I'd serendipitously made in response to Vickie's suggestion to all of us in these pages. I was horrified to discover that the falloff in the recording quality from the second to the third generation was horrendous--still quite intelligible, but also quite tinny, and certainly not up to the technical stand ards which we have come to aspire to for these compilations. I calculated that if that became the working copy, the ones that each of us, not to mention Happy as the paramount recipient and putative _raison d'etre_ for the whole thing, would ultimately receive would be fifth-generation dubs--sixth-generation, in the case of any copies eventually disseminated through Doug's service. I then took the calculated risk of including the second-generation backup dub in the second package, sent to Vickie from a different postal zone, in the hope of preserving some vestige of high fidelity. Let's keep our fingers crossed that my intuitive estimate of the odds of two such mishaps in a row proves acccurate . My apologies in advance for any potential Edison-cylindricality in the final product. In the worst case, I still have the prepared texts of my opening mono logs, but somehow they never come out sounding quite the same when performed on the rebound. When will Federal Express come out with local service? Mitch Pravatiner ======================================================================== Date: Thu, 17 Dec 92 13:53:53 CET From: Ilka Heber Subject: Unsubscribe Sorry, I don't know the other mail address.... Please unsubscribe me from the list - I can't handle that lot of incoming mail... Bye Ilka ======================================================================== Date: Thu, 17 Dec 1992 13:09:28 EST From: Chris Sampson Hello, Took a few to get back to this....long boring story, but, Meredith exclaims: Hi Chris! I'd wondered what had happened to you. :) >Cathy Kreger... the name sounds familiar, but I haven't heard of anything new >by her or that she was playing in the area recently. How long ago did she >used to play around Wesleyan? Wesleyan University tends to go for the thrash >end of things when getting outside bands/artists to play at parties, but a >few years ago Barnum's and now The Buttonwood Tree downtown bring in lots of >neat acts. I first saw Cathy Kreger at Canterbury Ales, in Huntington (on Long Island) where you could get a pint of some excellent brews (including Woodpecker Cider :P) and some excellent food, and see a great show (sometimes). She was the guitar-playing half of a guitar/(upright)bass duo. This was my first experience with the concept of the artist selling the CD at the show. Bought it (autographed, natch) and used to prefer to see the live show more than listen to the CD. It's nothing NEW as far as content. Her shows basically ran the gamut from originals (Rachael, Beat Time, Carolyn) to standards (Summertime) to classic acoustic rock (Love the One You're With, Landslide, I'm Your Captain/Closer to Home(?)) to folk (Love's Recovery) to old motown (Under the Boardwalk). What was captivating was that she and Glen Saunders (bassist) managed all this by themselves. Guitar, bass (with some EFX) and a soulful voice. At the time, the novelty centered around this being a relatively local phenomenon (though, as I mentioned, she told me that she played in and around Middletown, [ironic aside, SHE was trying to move from CT to LI, while I was trying to move from LI to CT]. The music was simple and soulful and, combined with the fine food and drink, made for the sort of extremely warm (okay, and Blue and Fuzzy) and comfortable memories (hic!) that often appear in romanticized western literature. Anyway, the ensuing years brought about a bout of self important elitism regarding music (PG, KB, et al. and listening to mainstream was, in my own (anything-but) humble opinion, so boring. So, in the ensuing years between 1989 and recently, I rarely listened to the CD, until just last week, when my officemate and I were discussing "Can't Find My Way Home", and I mentioned that I had a cover of that on a CD at my place. Brought it into work, and discovered that, while the material isn't (buzzword) challenging, it's good, solid music with feeling. Some highlights below: "Can't Find My Way Home" [cover] Smoother, more produced version of the Blind Faith song. "Carolyn" Requisite touching ballad about (so she told me) a woman in a vaguely, though severely, non-communicative state of mind. A bit sad :( "Beat Time" [another song about a cat!] A blues shuffle with just the voice, the bass, and a snare. About the singer's cat getting into all kinds of mischief (lyrics to be printed on request). You wouldn't know it was about a cat unless she told you. "Out of My Reach" a reggae number [light reggae]. Anyway, I have rambled on a great deal more than I wushed (sic). :) Jeff writes: >Actually, I was watching Gabriel's 120 Minutes tonight (well part of it, >anyway; I'm taping it for future contemplation) and was wondering when >I'd get to see a Happy video on the show. Particularly if it were >introduced by Gabriel. And especially if he gave it the rousing sort of >compliment he gave Jah Wobble's Invaders from Mars's "Vision of You" >(which I'd never heard before and really liked, particular Sinead's BVs). What's all this then, about PG having a regular show on MTV??? I miss so much by not having cable. Well, so long for now, Chris Sampson "The lunatic is in my hall. The lunatics are in my hall. The paper hold their folded faces to the floor. And everyday the paperboy brings more........." ======================================================================== Date: Thu, 17 Dec 92 11:01:56 -0800 From: Michael G Peskura Subject: MTV envy Jeff wrote: >Actually, I was watching Gabriel's 120 Minutes tonight (well part of it, and Chris asked: > What's all this then, about PG having a regular show on MTV??? I > miss so much by not having cable. Well, Chris, you are seldom missing *anything* by not having MTV. P. Gabriel just happened to be the 'guest host' of the weekly '120 Minutes' program this past week. This is one of the better MTV productions, if only because *new* videos often appear there. MTV seems to wallow in the same small subset of music that you hear on the radio day in, day out. Cheers, Mp ======================================================================== Subject: Today's your birthday friends.... From: klaus@inphobos.w.open.de (Cosmic Vagabond) Date: Thu, 17 Dec 92 07:34:50 GMT i*i*i*i*i*i i*i*i*i*i*i *************** *************** ***HAPPY******* ***HAPPY******* ********BIRTHDAY*** ********BIRTHDAY*** ******************* ******************* *** Laura Clifford **** ***** Dirk Kastens **** *********************** *********************** -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Laura Clifford Tue December 17 1957 Sagittarius Dirk Kastens Tue December 17 1963 Sagittarius Uli Grepel Wed December 25 1968 Steinbock Karl Dotzek Sat December 30 1961 Capricorn Stuart Castergine Mon December 30 1963 You Are Here Marvin Camras Sat January 1 1916 Tapehead Jeanne Schreiter Tue January 3 1967 Capricorn Euan Robertson (Xolf)Wed January 3 1973 LordOfTheNeverKnown Greg Bossert Tue January 9 1962 OfTheTimes Chris Sampson Wed January 15 1964 Void where prohibited -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- _____ Klaus Kluge * klaus@inphobos.w.open.de * I'll be here, I'll be (in) Ecto! ======================================================================== The ecto archives are on hardees.rutgers.edu in ~ftp/pub/hr. There is an INDEX file explaining what is where. Feel free to send me things you'd like to have added. -- jessica (jessica@ns1.rutgers.edu)