Errors-To: ecto-owner@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, tross@plasma.ps.uci.edu Subject: ecto #707 ecto, Number 707 Thursday, 19 August 1993 Today's Topics: *-----------------* Smells like Ecto Re: A Plan For Satuirday Re: Bjork Songbook Hey, Neile :-) Re: Smells like Food Bjork lyrics **THANK YOU** D.A.N. Ecto hostel trivia and moxy avacodoes and elderadoes ======================================================================== Date: Tue, 17 Aug 93 15:05:44 PDT From: Neal R. Copperman Bye Chris. Hope you had a nice visit to the states. You'll have to come back some time. Sorry your stay in California couldn't have been longer and a little less hectic, but it was fun nonetheless. Good luck in Holland, and get back in touch when you get there. Neal ======================================================================== Date: Tue, 17 Aug 93 15:17:30 PDT From: dixon@physics.berkeley.edu (David Dixon) Subject: Smells like Ecto > > > >Bratislava. > > > > > > balaclava. > > > > avocado. > > >eldorado. A mosquito. My libido. D^2 Cogito ergo dim sum - I think I'll have an egg roll. ======================================================================== Date: Tue, 17 Aug 1993 22:30:24 -0400 (EDT) From: Suspended In Duct Tape Subject: Re: A Plan For Satuirday Hi! Ooooh, I *really* like this plan!!! Looks like I'll be in New Brunswick as of Friday night, so the wrinkle of meeting up with me in New York City is taken care of right there. It's been too long since I've been to the Met- the last time I went, the Armor Room wasn't even opened back up yet! Let's see how many Ectophiles we can get to meet us there, or on the way, or whatever. Visual art. What a concept. ;> Plans Are Good. Meredith meth@delphi.com ======================================================================== Date: Tue, 17 Aug 93 22:32:37 EDT From: WretchAwry Subject: Re: Bjork Songbook > hello, > > would you mind if I asked you for them? I really like what I have > heard so far from the album and I intend on buying the cd. Hi Quenby, well, silly me, I was trying to move them from one file to another and accidentally deleted them! So I need to get them again myself. Try writing Neile, I sent them to her. I was going to ask her too, since I didn't want to go back to the guy I got them from, red-faced, and tell him I deleted them :-). If you get them write me and tell me. If I don't hear from you I'll send them along whenever I get them. It's not a priority for me so i don't know when I'll get around to asking. **HUG** Vickie ======================================================================== Date: Tue, 17 Aug 93 22:35:31 EDT From: WretchAwry Subject: Hey, Neile :-) Ooops, I didn't realize that was cc'd to ecto. Aaaaaannnnyyyway, Neile, how'za bout sending me the lyrics again (now that everybody in Ecto knows I went and deleted them :-). (Talking about the Bjork lyrics) Vickie ======================================================================== Date: Tue, 17 Aug 93 19:11 EDT From: robert@deepspace.nj00802.sai.com (Robert Lovejoy) Subject: Re: Smells like Food > > > > >Bratislava. > > > > > > > > balaclava. > > > > > > avocado. > > > > >eldorado. > > A mosquito. > > My libido. > Lots of Fritos. ======================================================================== Date: Tue, 17 Aug 1993 22:49:46 +22311732 (PDT) From: Neile Graham Subject: Bjork lyrics Ahem. Well. I downloaded them and then deleted the file from my mail system, so I don't have them electronically anymore, but if anyone wants a photocopy of my print out, s/he can just send me an email message with a snail mail address. My mail files tend to overflow easily, so I try to delete as much as I can as fast as I can. Sorry. --Neile ======================================================================== Date: Wed, 18 Aug 93 3:41:56 EDT From: WretchAwry Subject: **THANK YOU** YOW!! Thanks to everybody who sent me birthday wishes!! They were most truly wonderful!! I just finished reading through 3 days worth of e-mail, and I'm just knocked out by all the warmth and love I've received, in Ecto and e-mail! Our phone got knocked out (for real) by lightening Sunday evening and they only got it fixed tonight. I've been reading and trying to answer everyone who sent wishes. I hope I haven't missed anybody, but if I have, I hope to get to you soon! I spent most of Sunday in the airport :-). Adrian's plane was supposed to leave at 2:55pm... We had gone out to eat at a great seafood place on Saturday night. The Half-Shell on Diversey, just west of Clark, for anyone in the Chicago area who wants fantastic crab legs (sorry, vegetarians) is where we went for my birthday dinner. It was nice. Our friend Charley was there, as was our friend Kim (who, with her ex-boyfriend Richard, was responsible for getting me a radio show on KKFI) and a couple of other friends, Louise and Marco, and MyChris and Adrian (MySon). Adrian and I both had crab legs which brought back memories....years ago I used to drive cars for a living... (Triple digress alert!) Driveaway cars, if anybody know what they are, only I got paid instead of having to pay. Companies and private individuals pay Driveaway companies to transport cars on an individual basis (as opposed to sticking the car on a truck, or paying someone within the company, or driving it themselves) and usually it goes via a traveler. Surely some of you have driven driveaway cars before...University students and travelers from overseas were our mainstay. The car stayed on our lot until we found a traveler going in the same direction as the car, then the traveler would pay a security deposit, we'd start them out with the first tank of gas and they'd pay for the rest. The traveler would deliver the car at the destination and then go into the nearest driveaway office to get his/her deposit back. It's a pretty cheap way to travel, especially if there are more than 2 people going to the same place or the travelers have stuff to transport, because there's no rental fee. Anyway (quadruple digress), I used to be a truck driver (the BIG rigs, yes) and during a period of unemployment, I answered an ad for a driveaway company, thinking it was a job. I was set straight about what a driveaway is, but it so happened that this company needed a paid driver and I went in for an interview. Seems that the company had a service called "Expidited" where, if a company or individual is willing to pay extra for the service, they send it with a paid driver instead of a traveler. See, from the car owner's point-of-view, the main problem with sending a car via a traveler is that we couldn't guarantee a delivery date, it just depended on when we found someone going to the same place as the car. Sometime the car *had* to be at the destination by a specific date and then the company would Expidite. Besides needing an Expidited driver, the driveaway needed someone to go pick up cars and bring them to the lot. Well, I got the job, and it was great! Most of the time anyway. For every dream trip to New York or San Francisco, there were 10 trips to Omaha or Oklahoma City or other boring places, and for every Ferrari and Caddy, there were 20 beatup, rusting reposessions going back to the banks (we didn't reposses, we only got the cars after the fact) or just plain old company cars, dependable but boring. Still, I got to go to a *lot* of great places and drive a *lot* of cool cars in the 5 years I worked for the driveaway company. (Digress 5: My coolest trip was to Big Sur in California, which would be a major story in and of itself, because it includes sitting on the hood of the car in Nevada waiting for sheep to cross the road, gambling in Reno, SAN FRANCISCO!!, a visit to a Kate Bush fan, HWY 1!!, missing a limo, hitchhiking, traveling through the mountains, going to Los Angeles and showing Kate videos in the boardroom of EMI-America, traveling to Phoenix, and some other wonderful things. It was the *BEST!*) (Digress 6: The coolest car I ever drove was a vintage Rolls Royce belonging to the "H" in H & R Block). I started out, and continued, as a driver for the 5 years I worked there, but soon after I started I was roped into working in the office. Sharie, the owner, asked me one day if I could type and I said no, and she said "willing to learn?" and so I became an office manager for her too. That was cool, because I was always first in line for an Expidite, plus I got to meet a lot of great people. If anyone ever took a driveaway car from the Kansas City office, or came in to get their deposit there, during 1981, or from late 1982 to 1987, we probably met. Auto Driveaway, that is. There are others. (Digress 7: In that gap I quit for a truck driving job which ended badly... that was when I had the boss who raped me :-(...then Sharie took me back until I quit to work in a video store) (Digress 8: One of the strangest things that ever happened was the time 2 German students came into the Kansas City office and wanted a car to New York and I sent them off in one, typed all the paperwork, took care of all the details...talked to them about their trip to the USA. They were heading to NY to catch a plane to go back to Germany. Very shortly after they left the office I got a call for an Expidite to New York and took it myself. After I'd delivered the car I went to Port Authority to catch a bus to the airport. Who should I meet but those two German women!! They were freaked out more than I was :-) because at least I knew that *they* were also going to New York. They had no idea *I* was! It's a small world...but I wouldn't want to paint it :-)) Where was I? I have no idea, but anyway, I used to take Adrian with me every now and then. (For those who don't know...I deserve *zero* credit for how well Adrian came out because I didn't raise him. It's a *loooong* story...he is my son, though I can only take credit for his taste in music :-)). We took a few interesting trips together (such as the time we went to Akron, Ohio to see Peter Gabriel in concert, via New York City, or the time we went to Columbus, Ohio and were passing through Indianapolis late at night and I thought it would be cool to show him where the Indy 500 was run. I looked at the map to see where to turn off, and did, and was suprised that there was quite a bit of traffic, and the traffic kept getting heavier and kept slowing down more and more until it finally came to a complete stop. I thought that there must be an accident or road construction or something...it was only about midnight. Well, it turned out that it was the night before the Indy 500 (I didn't know!! I swear, I had no idea, which tells you how up I am on car racing) and the tradition is for people to park at the gates of the Indy 500 place, people park behind them and behind them and behind them....and the line of cars goes back *miles* and they close those roads once they're full of cars, then everybody stays up all night partying! I just happened to pull to a stop right in front of the local "party rock" radio station van, which was broadcasting live all night long, complete with humongous speakers blaring out to all the cars. Once I realized we weren't going anywhere, there was *no* way to move the car even an inch, we tried to sleep, but didn't get much. I finally fell asleep just as it was getting dawn, but hadn't been asleep for more than an hour before the cars started moving. All roads led to the Indy 500, and you should have seen the look on the traffic cop's face when I *pleaded* with him to let me make a U-turn at the intersection instead of going into the parking area. It was An Experience, for sure. Fun to think about later, though at the time I got into trouble for getting to Columbus late. (I was supposed to deliver the car that morning, and it's a long way from Indiana- polis to Columbus. (Forgot to say that was a Digress, but I forget what number it was too) Another trip, to Omaha, I think, Adrian and I got to the house where the car was to be delivered and the people weren't home. We ended up going to neighbors across the street to ask to use the phone. After I explained the situation, the people invited us in and I called around trying to find the car's owner. This was a pretty plush suburb, and I thought it might be ok to leave the keys with the neighbors, but I didn't want to do that without trying as hard as I could to deliver it to the owners, but I couldn't find them. I still wanted to wait for a while, in case they were out eating or something. The neighbors were *so* nice, and wouldn't hear of us going back out to sit in the cold car, so they invited us to dinner. They were having crab legs (HA! Thought I'd forgotten the *point* of all this rigamarole, didn't ya??) and we ate and ate and ate. The neighbors had a whole freezer full of crab legs and encouraged us to eat as much as we wanted, which we did. I would have been more embarrassed about our eating if I'd known how expensive crab legs are, but I'd never had them before and had no idea, and the people never gave even the slightest hint that we were eating too much. They seemed delighted that we enjoyed the meal so much. They were just wonderful! Wonderful people! Adrian and I had a great time, and so, crab legs have always meant a special time that we shared together. And so...well...we both had crab legs at the Half Shell on Saturday night....and so...uh...I can't *believe* that I just blathered on and on about all sorts of things just to tell you that crab legs are meaningful in our mother/son history :-). (Should I send it on? I ask myself, wondering if this will interest anyone besides Adrian and myself...well, why not? All that typing...:-) I don't want it to go to waste). I'll abbreviate the rest, I promise. After we got home on Saturday night Adrian and I watched _Until the End of the World_ and I actually stayed awake through the whole thing. (It was watched the night of the GaffaEcTori Fest, but I fell asleep. I've seen it before though, many times. Adrian hadn't seen it) and got to sleep at about 4:30am. We got up about 12:00pm and left the house by 1:30. Adrian's plane was at 2:55, but when we got to the airport we found that the flight had been delayed by bad weather. We killed some time by trying to find an open first aid station. While we were on the moving walkway between terminals (underground) my foot got gashed by a screw that was sticking out. Ouch! We got that taken care of, and waited and waited and waited for them to sort out the Kansas City flight. The weather was so bad that at one point you couldn't even see the planes parked at the next terminal, because of the squalls. Eventually it cleared up enough so that flights started to move again (the entire airport was on hold for a while there!) and they combined two different Kansas City flights into one. Because they were short of seats, they asked for volunteers to give up a seat, in exchange for a $300.00 travel voucher. Needless to say, Adrian jumped at it, and he was also given a hotel voucher. He took that because the flight they rescheduled him on was very early the next morning and he was worried about getting to the airport on time and figured that it would be easier to sleep near the airport and catch a hotel shuttle. With that settled, we left the airport (finally!) and went to see _The Fugitive_ (which we all enjoyed). It was late when the movie was over and Adrian said that we didn't need to go to the airport with him, so we parted ways at the "L" station. Chris and I got home and I got on-line, but had only just started reading Ecto when the phone rang and knocked me off-line. It was Adrian, calling to tell us that not only did he get a room at the O'Hare Westin, but he got the only room they had available, which was a suite!! *3* TVs! (one in the living room, one in the bedroom and one in the bathroom!) *One* of the bathrooms, the suite had 2! A full refrigerator full of goodies! Wow! A fancy suite, for a 19-year old college kid! (I hear some vague grumblings about high airline ticket prices, and the reasons why...but hey, it was *very* cool for him, and he probably won't get to stay in another fancy hotel until *long* after he finishes grad school :-) so...) Not 2 minutes after he called, the phone line went dead, hit by lightening, so I didn't find out until tonight that he got his wake up call on Monday morning, went to the airport, got on the plane, was buckled into his seat, when an announcement was made that they needed volunteers to give up seats, and the airline was willing to offer a $300.00 travel voucher! Adrian was the first one off :-) (grumbles...maybe...I know, I know...$600.00 for *not* going somewhere is a lot, but they offered! Adrian said there were 4 guys in suits waiting for seats when he got off the plane, business guys, obviously, so since they were all fired up to get to Kansas City to conduct business, Adrian was doing his part for the economy. Well...??) He tried to call us but our phone was dead, so he just hung around the airport. The airline finally got Adrian home to Kansas City by sending him to Dallas, then back to KC! What an adventure! He's now settling in at school (KU in Lawrence, KS) and hasn't figured out what he's going to do with his vouchers yet. He wants to go to Spain to study....we'll see how things work out. I know this is long, but I hope it hasn't been *too* boring. I'd better quit now, but thanks for being patient with my stories. Sometimes I just can't stop once I start, and the wonderful thing about Ecto is that y'all put up with it :-). One last thing I just remembered, I *have* to tell you. Adrian had gone CD shopping one day and I didn't go with him, and didn't remember to ask what he'd bought until the day he left. All the time he was here I was playing music for him, and I had played Bjork, the Cranberries and the Cranes' most recent album, but it turns out that he had bought those CDs *before* I played them for him (and he didn't tell me, the snot :-)). Besides those 3 CDs, he also bought Kate's "The Dreaming" and "Never For Ever" :-) :-) :-) Yeah! That's my boy! :-) :-) :-) I've never pressured him into liking Kate, but he's heard plenty throughout the years. It's nice to know that he's interested enough to buy her on his own accord. (He's always been a Peter Gabriel fan...yay!...and I gave him "Warpaint" last year and he likes it. I gave him "Equipoise" before he left.) I just had to pass on that bit of moma pride :-) I'm outta here (honest)...thanks again for the wonderful birthday wishes! Vickie ======================================================================== Date: Wed, 18 Aug 93 12:04:03 MEZ From: Dirk Kastens Subject: D.A.N. Hi, talking about satellite broadcasts, there exists a new communication system, called D.A.N. (Digital Audio Network). It allows a worldwide connection of audio studios via ISDN. The new services that are now possible are the "far end recording" and "audio transmission". Far end recording means that the production partners are at different places during the production. If you are recording a song in an American studio and you want a friend in Australia to add some background vocals, you can make this via D.A.N. Audio transmission allows to transmit audio material from one place to another in a very short time without any loss. You can transmit your song to your Australian friend who records it on a digital audio tape, dubs his vocals and transmits the result back to you. D.A.N. will reduce the costs of a production drastically, but I'm afraid that the communication between the musicians will get lost. There can't be any feedback or stimulation if they are separated from each other. Progress or regress? Ciao, Dirk ------------------------------------------------------------------------ || \\\\\ || ///// | dkastens@dosuni1.rz.Uni-Osnabrueck.DE || ))))) IRK || ((((( ASTENS | "Music's the way, the only way I know" || ///// || \\\\\ | Happy Rhodes ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ======================================================================== Date: Wed, 18 Aug 93 12:05:47 MEZ From: Dirk Kastens Subject: Ecto hostel Hello, I think the Ecto-hostel project is a great idea. Now that my flat mate moved out I have an extra room to offer to travelling ectophiles. If you are unpretentious and don't mind to sleep on the floor of a room without furniture, you are welcome. Of course, it will be possible to organize a couch or something. Depending on the gifts I might even offer my bed ;-) No, everyone is welcome who comes to this wonderful town in the northern part of Germany, and I will make your stay as comfortable as possible :-) Dirk ------------------------------------------------------------------------ || \\\\\ || ///// | dkastens@dosuni1.rz.Uni-Osnabrueck.DE || ))))) IRK || ((((( ASTENS | "Music's the way, the only way I know" || ///// || \\\\\ | Happy Rhodes ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ======================================================================== Date: 18 Aug 93 10:45:09 EDT From: Mike Mendelson Subject: trivia and moxy 1) Here's a musical trivia question for Dirk and all you other know-it-alls: The song MacArthur's Park... cake's sitting out in the rain, etc. What is this song about? I'm sure I heard the story once, around the time of the remake in the 70's but I forget. 2) Bargainville has been stuck in my CD player for a few days now. I really love this album. Moxy Fruvous is the band and their from Toronto. I have no idea about the availability of the CD, and it is pretty straightforward stuff (musically) with real nice arrangements. I'm glad my TO friend got this for me. 3) Went to see the Otters last night and was very disappointed that most of the band was absent (including Stuart). I was pissed that they didn't tell us this at the door, so I left in a huff and got my money back. It was like watching the Rolling Stones without Mick and Keith. Would it still be the Stones? Not. -mjm ======================================================================== Date: Wed, 18 Aug 1993 12:20:50 -0400 (EDT) From: RIDLEY@zasu.sprl.umich.edu Subject: avacodoes and elderadoes The Avacodo and Elderodo thread (once someone mentioned both of these in a row) became sort of a 'Pablo Piccasso' thread. There is a song on the REPO MAN sondtrack called 'Pablo Picasso'. It goes something like this: Now the girls would turn the color of an AVACODO When he would drive down the street in his ELDERADO .. He was only 5 foot 4, girls could not resist his stare, Pablo Picasso was never called an Ass Hole. Just a thought... Aaron ridley@zasu.sprl.umich.edu Just remember: Some guys try to pick up girls... they call them ass holes... this never happened to Pablo Picasso. (sorry for the offensive language.... and to anyone who actually knows that I botched up the order of the lines and stuff...) ======================================================================== 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)