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 #237 ecto, Number 237 Monday, 11 May 1992 Today's Topics: *-----------------* Vickie by Snailmail :-) Today's your birthday friend.... Re: Well, let's see... Red! No, Blue... Arrrrgh! ;-) I scare myself Enya and Sarah Thank yous and infos phobos Trivia Thank you! :-) Wrong again! :-) A recommendation ======================================================================== Date: 9 May 1992 16:31:43 CDT From: Subject: Vickie by Snailmail For the benefit of those wanting to beat the high cost of long distance, Vickie's Snailmail address is 1627 W. Farwell Ave., Apt. 2N, Chicago, Illinois 60626, USA. BTW: See my posting of last Wednesday--the full version, not the truncated one which brought Greg such mirth :-)--for my further thoughts on the true name of the Smithereens album that I mentioned previously, which Meredith went on to engage further. Mitch ======================================================================== Date: Sun, 10 May 92 0:19:54 MET DST From: Albert Philipsen Subject: :-) hi ! I think I owe an apology to anyone I might have scared. I almost became a victim of coincidence & undecidability today. I'm *happy* that *I* am still alive. If you've got no idea what I'm talking about, perhaps you can be happy knowing that I've probably put the worst day in my life behind me. Albert ++ `I know I'm sounding insane' :: Happy Rhodes ======================================================================== Subject: Today's your birthday friend.... From: klaus@inphobos.w.open.de (Cosmic Vagabond) Date: Sat, 09 May 92 14:46:21 GMT i*i*i*i*i*i *************** ***HAPPY******* ********BIRTHDAY*** ******************* **** Brian Gregory **** *********************** -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- _____ Klaus Kluge * klaus@inphobos.w.open.de * I'll be here, I'll be (in) Ecto! ======================================================================== Date: Sun, 10 May 92 01:04:45 MET From: sphere!brage@ns1.rutgers.edu (Jens P. Brage) Subject: Re: Well, let's see... Red! No, Blue... Arrrrgh! ;-) I wrote: > PS: Wondering about the time I'm transmitting this? Well, we've just had the > annual University party, and I'm sleeping in my office tonight! ;-) Hmm, this obviously was a fine demonstration of the point in the netiquette about not posting while intoxicated... The message wasn't supposed to go out to all of ecto. Sorry! :-) But the Net hides me so well, and reveals me, oh well. [Ducking for flames ;-)] You can find me in hiding. Jens P. Brage | Does it take you back to the kind of world brage@sphere.home.id.dth.dk | Hindsight calls the good old days? /\ | Now that there's no room in an Einstein world \SphereSoft | For simple cause and effect ======================================================================== Date: Sun, 10 May 92 22:05:12 MET DST From: Albert Philipsen Subject: I scare myself hi ! I've probable been scaring myself (yes, I heard that song on the radio yesterday! :-) the most, but I guess I've some more explaining to do for those I *really* scared. It is very hard (actually impossible) for me to explain this. If you've been following me on ecto, I hope you've noticed that I think that I've *changed* in some way since I started posting. What I've been doing is probably what's been keeping busy most people that start to think about themselves, namely looking for a meaning of life. I thought I was slowly getting closer, and I am, I think, but yesterday I almost felt like I had lost it completely. I am looking for a meaning that comes from *within* myself, but yesterday I felt like I was the only person that didn't have a soul. I felt like I was some kind of machine that was being programmed by everyone else around me. This was caused by a lot of little coincidences that somehow made sense but I couldn't explain. I finally realised that I didn't *have* to explain these coincidences (_Inky Bloaters_??). It's impossible for me to decide if someone has a soul or not (i.e. isn't a "parasite"), but if I treat everyone like he/she has one (especially ectophiles!!! ;-), I'll at least have one myself. It's never possible to convince anyone that you have a soul, but you can make it more clear (with *words*) to them by being open and honest (and not too weird! ;-), using all the knowledge about life that you possibly can obtain. There's no choice in the matter. Before anyone thinks I've really lost it :-), for me the "meaning of life" and the "soul" are the same. Albert ++ `I know I'm sounding insane' :: Happy Rhodes ======================================================================== Date: Mon, 11 May 92 00:52:05 -0400 From: my friend my moon Subject: Enya and Sarah ======================================================================== Date: 11-MAY-1992 02:55:18.27 From: MTARR@eagle.wesleyan.edu Subject: Thank yous and infos Hi! Thank you all for your requests for the final Champagne Jam!!! I'll be taking them until midnight tonight (Monday), so keep 'em coming. This show should, at the very least, be interesting! :) Thanks to woj who is now in Spain, I raided his CD collection over the weekend and I will now be able to fulfill almost all of the requests in some form, no matter what I may have told you individually... Also, Martin, here's some info for you for the database: Until 31 May my address and phone number are: 52 Home Ave. Middletown, CT 06457 USA (203) 638-0881 As of 1 June and through the summer it will be: 94 Foster St. #3 New Haven, CT 06511 USA For very good reasons the phone there is quite unlisted, but I will give it out by individual request. My shoe size, in case I haven't given it already, is 8 1/2. :> ====================================================================== |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: Mon, 11 May 92 01:08:45 PDT From: stevev@greylady.uoregon.edu (Steve VanDevender) Subject: phobos I sort of popped in just before I went to Bloomsday, but haven't sat down to write anything to the list since then. I had a really great time at Bloomsday--if any of you would ever think of participating in a road run, Bloomsday has got to be one of the most amazing experiences you could hope to have. It is a run (or walk, if you choose) with 60,000 other people through a city that, at least for that weekend, has to be one of the friendliest I have ever visited. I took a minute off my previous best time and enjoyed visiting with many of my friends in wheelchair racing and some new ones that I met there. (Although some of us also met the Obnoxious Canadian Woman, who drove me to repeatedly leaving the area and returning in a few minutes so I would not tell her exactly what I thought of her incessant nagging to get us to go into this bar with her.) One thing that I did of particular Ecto interest was to listen to "Phobos" many times over while preparing for the race; I found the imagery of the song incredibly appropriate to the things I was mentally preparing myself for before the race, and very calming to my pre-race jitters. Tonight, though, I have been less cheerful than usual after visiting a friend who received a head injury in a bicycling accident last week. Although it was very encouraging that he was conscious and somewhat aware, it was frightening to see him quite incoherent and not know how much or how soon he would get better. It also reminded me of a complex set of emotions that I had a couple of years ago when I was in the hospital for a long time; the main reason I felt compelled to visit this friend was a vow I had sworn to myself to visit hospitalized friends, because one of the things I had hated most about my long stays was the social isolation. My mother and I did do something very unusual for Mother's Day a day early (since she had to drive back to Dufur on Sunday). Mom decided that she wanted to celebrate Mother's Day by visiting her mother, so we got some food for a picnic and drove to the cemetery where my grandmother is buried. Although it probably sounds like a rather morbid way to celebrate, it actually turned out very nicely--this was the first time I had been there and it was a very nice place. ======================================================================== Date: Mon, 11 May 92 10:11:50 MET DST From: Albert Philipsen Subject: Trivia hi ! I just found a mistake in the proof of the Undecidability Theorem. I've got no time to tell you about this now, because I must do some more work on my syntax-directed editor for DESIRE specifications (the students are complaining). See you, Albert ======================================================================== Date: Mon, 11 May 92 16:22:07 MET DST From: Albert Philipsen Subject: Thank you! hi! Thank you for all you have done for me. I hope I've also done something for you. Could you please tell me what it is I have done for you and you for me? I suppose I proved that love wins!!!! You gave me back my "spirit". If love is a game, I win! :-) How did I lose my "spirit"??? Albert ======================================================================== Date: Mon, 11 May 92 16:34:39 MET DST From: Albert Philipsen Subject: :-) hi! You didn't have to do anything for me, of course. I only used the existing "art" to convince myself. Now I can begin to extend it myself... :-) hihihihihi!!! Albert ======================================================================== Date: Mon, 11 May 92 16:47:54 MET DST From: Albert Philipsen Subject: Wrong again! :-) hi! You invented a lot of new "art" out of love for me, right? THANK YOU!!! Please tell me when it's time to unsubscribe from ecto... fuzzy blue logic??? :-) :-) Or are there more people like I was that I could help? Did I already help some? I guess I'll never know! That's great! Albert ======================================================================== From: kyrlidis@athena.mit.edu Subject: A recommendation Date: Mon, 11 May 92 14:01:40 EDT Hi, Well, I know I said that the Sophie B. Hawkins song didn't impress me the first time I heard/saw it on VH1. So, shoot me. :) I bought the album on Friday, along with a couple of $5.99 CDs (one of which I am embarassed to admit was Freddie Mercury's 'Mr Bad Guy', which has to be the most disappointing solo album ever made, but still has a few good songs...really...). I have to say that Sophie is a rather talented singer. She is not of the ethereal/celtic/acoustic genre that goes a long way on ecto. She is from New York City, and so she has lots to be angry about. Her style is unconventional rock/pop you can dance to (for inspiration :)) which sounds at times like Madonna. The song that struck me the most is 'Listen' which is almost spoken/shouted. 'I love the way life screwed up the way you're looking at me', she says at the beginning and goes on to state her claims... She is *very* sexual in her lyrics. And in the photos in the leaflet. Especially the nude one on a rocky beach... ;) She writes all of her songs (except one that is a Bob Dylan cover) and plays keyboards. She gets some serious help from the session musicians (Omar Hakim plays drums). So if you don't mind a beat you can dance to, and if you want a break from ethereal, check Sophie out. She is worth your attention. Angelos ------- 'the freedom of the highway beckons blue jeans, fast cars' ======================================================================== 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)