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 Subject: ecto #792 ecto, Number 792 Friday, 8 October 1993 Today's Topics: *-----------------* babble, followed by a bit more babble Tower PULSE! seconded Happy Birfday! Happy Dust The Spinach Inquisition Eh bday Alternative Music list field service in moscow Re: Happy Dust Howdy! PULSE! magazine info for Sussane (vie Rob) ======================================================================== Date: Thu, 7 Oct 93 16:45:04 PDT From: Neal R. Copperman Subject: babble, followed by a bit more babble Someone asked me the following questions: 1. On what CD does Duke Ellington play in a trio with Max Roach and Charles Mingus? 2. Who is the guest artist on the song "When Love Comes To Town" on U2's Rattle and Hum? 3. What Grateful Dead album features "Mountains of the Moon"? I was only able to say that it's BB King on the U2 song. Anyone know the answers to any of these other ones. And I guess it's no longer a big deal to notice Enya in the movie theaters. IN fact, I'm more surprised if I can manage to go to the theater and not here an Enya song. But, I'll mention anyway that there she is, tucked in amongst a lot of Mozart, in The Age of Innocence. Of the four of us that saw it here, I was the only one that liked it, and even I only thought there was a solid movie in about the middle 45 minutes of it. Much preferred was The Joy Luck Club, which merely had iritating bombastic music overpowering many of the emotional scenes (but only if they involved solely women). It was still a very entertaining and moving movie. We are getting a new computer at work and we have the opportunity to sugest names to be voted on. All the proposed names were serious, most of them being famous mathematicians. I suggested names that I liked to insert into messages we might get: brain ( Unable to access brain, I feel like this fairly often ) hell ( Our connection to hell is down) down/broken ( Our new computer is down/broken ) In the past I named a project succubus (the restrictions were they had to be 3 syllable words). This was met with some concern, not because anyone knew what the word meant (which I found surprising), but because they thought "suc" sounded bad. My explanation that it was a demon put that to rest for a while, but eventually it was being discussed at a meeting and someone wanted to know what it was. A quick trip to the dictionary resulted in me having to change the name of the project (to surrogate [for succubus]). The explanation given was that woman might find the name offensive! I still think incubus would have been ok, since the suc was the part that seemed to draw all the attention. Well, wasn't that fascinating? Neal ======================================================================== Date: Thu, 7 Oct 93 17:25:28 PDT From: kyrlidis@templeton.cchem.berkeley.edu (Angelos Kyrlidis) Subject: Tower PULSE! seconded Hi, Wrt avenues for Happy mentions/ads I agree that PULSE! is ideal. Let us not forget that they featured the first mention of Ecto in a widely distributed magazine. They also mentioned Warpaint as a Top 10 dance album for 1992, and I cannot see why they wouldn't at least list RhodeSongs in their new releases, if they were told to (they list even more obscure stuff there, like a re-release of TRB's PITD by some indie). Also the three bay area free weeklies are appropriate, since Happy is available in retail almost everywhere around the bay area. And as an ex-Cambridge resident I also recommend the Boston Phoenix. As for addresses, I'll have to look them up (which I will do tonight) and post them tomorrow (unless D^2 feels inclined to do so :)). Angelos (Diamanda or DCD or both? That is the question) ======================================================================== Date: Thu, 07 Oct 1993 21:24:27 -0400 (EDT) From: Rob Craven Subject: Happy Birfday! Happy Birfday to everyone whose birfday's coming up! :) I forgot to write down all the names... :) But happy birfday anyhow... Smile for me and have a wonderful time! [[[[[*hugs*]]]]] ********************************************************************* * Rob Craven | The leather cracks * * cs210rfc@icsun.sunnet.ithaca.edu | And the pages crumble to dust * * rcraven1@ithaca.edu | Knotted threads untie and fall * * ---------------------------------- Like strands of time * *"Everybody's got something to hide| Cut from the loom, * * Except for me and my monkey..." | Wispy and fragile on the wind, * * | Burning as they touch ground, * * -The Beatles | Lost forever. * * | -Me * ********************************************************************* ======================================================================== From: Aaron Hawkins Subject: Happy Dust Date: Thu, 7 Oct 1993 20:59:36 -0500 (CDT) Hi all! I'm another newcomer to the list, although I do recognize a few of you from rdt. Are you all always as, ah, prolific as you've been this last week? And do I really have to fill out this questionnaire Vickie sent? Name: Aaron Hawkins Abode: Scenic Urbana, IL Birthday: January 12, 1970, sign of Ovanon Shoe Size: Well, I thought it was 9 1/2, but I bought a pair of those things that are supposed to look like a pump but feel like a sneaker, and my dogs were still killing me at the end of the night, so I don't know. Mother's second cousin's wife's brother's daughter's middle name: ? Quest: ?? Airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow: ??? Geez, I wasn't expecting the Spanish Inquisition... Sorry about the Subject; I listened to Porgy and Bess last night, and came terribly close to using "Happy, You Is My Woman Now" instead. :-) -- Aaron Hawkins | If Mr. Galloway finds us frivolous, he can aph31361@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu | go and look for tennis balls. Mr. Galloway, | go and look for tennis balls. | --RDT With A View ======================================================================== Date: Thu, 7 Oct 93 19:35:08 PDT From: erik@falcon.kla.com (Erik Johnson) Subject: The Spinach Inquisition Well, since I didn't get a form when I started posting, I guess I'll just fill out someone else's. :-) Name: Erik N. Johnson (The initial distinguishes me from all the *other* Eric/k Johnsons - 4 in my high school class, another at work, 9 in the phone book...) Abode: San Jose, CA (aka Silicon Valley) Birthday: October 16, 1962 Shoe Size: ranges from 10-11, depending on what kind of shoe. Mother's second cousin's wife's brother's daughter's middle name: Which one? :-) Quest: To seek the Holy -- waitaminit. No, that was the other guy's quest. Lessee... To seek the Perfect Pizza. Yeah - that's the ticket! Airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow: "What, African or European swallow?" "I ... I ... I don't know that! Waaaauuuugh!!!" "How do you know so much about swallows?" "You have to know these kinds of things when you're King..." Erik who has watched entirely too much Monty Python to be allowed to start quoting... when will it end? ___________________________________________________________________________ Erik N. Johnson Don't believe any return address KLA Instruments Corp. rumors. The one and only True San Jose, CA Address is e_johnso@kla.com. Got the anti-Christ in the kitchen yelling at me again... TA ======================================================================== Date: Thu, 7 Oct 93 22:48:31 EDT From: WretchAwry Subject: Eh bday HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Tim Breitkreutz!! (*HUG*) Vickie ======================================================================== From: p.cohen@genie.geis.com Date: Fri, 8 Oct 93 03:38:00 BST Subject: Alternative Music list Hmmm, an alternative music list in alt.music.alternative, eh? How does one subscribe? I've been a Throwing Muses fan since the beginning. I disagree with your opinion of "Hunkpapa", Dave. Give it another listen. While I think "House Tornado" was their best, "Hunkpapa" was a good'un, IMHO. What do you think of the current grunged-up incarnation of TM? ======================================================================== Date: Thu, 07 Oct 93 22:45:10 -0500 From: "Dennis G Parslow" Subject: field service in moscow Got this from a mailing list of friends...sorry if you don't find it interesting. - ------- Forwarded Message Subject: Moscow/Sun Engineer On-Site Acct/Its wild (fwd) Date: Wed, 6 Oct 1993 13:35:42 -0400 (EDT) I thought you might be interested in this account from a Sun Field Engineer who's in Moscow ... [previous headers deleted] Another Day in Moscow Last night (Sunday) around 6:00pm Yevgeny, one of our Russian SE's, called and said I shouldn't leave my apartment because there was a civil war going on in the streets of Moscow. During the day I had walked from my apartment, just east of the Kremlin, through the center over to the Irish House to do some shopping, and everything seemed pretty normal (for Moscow). Anyway, Yevgeny said that a crowd was heading for the Ostankina TV building. So I layed around for a while on my couch, watching some very slow movie about peasant romance, and then Winnie the Pooh (in Russian), and then this really outstanding animation done with Legos (what an obvious and killer idea! maybe old hat for animation buffs, but it was the first time I had seen it) when the screen cuts out and this editor-kinda guy comes on with "cevodnya...bil ochen...tizholi dyen. ...Tyzholi, potomu shto...--trudna guvarit--" "today...was a very...difficult day. ...Difficult, because...--it is hard to speak--" and then the screen went blank. So I switched to the only channel of the eight that was working (no cable, no CNN at my place), and a news report came on and said the TV building had been stormed. Then this station (broadcast from somewhere else in Moscow) played that stupid airplane hijacking Love-Boat movie with Mike Brady as the captain (I never did catch the name, but that it was in Russian didn't seem to reduce the content I could get from it) interrupted every so often with little news blurbs, including a pitch from Yuri Gaidar. I could understand maybe half of all this Russian news and speeches, but the few clips of fighting in the TV building were pretty clear. I finally bailed on the whole scene around 11, after hearing what the BBC had to say about it on the shortwave. I woke up around 6:30 with that strange feeling like the first time as a kid when you find a beehive in your back yard: at first you were really afraid to go near it, but you went a few steps closer, nothing happened, and now you just want to walk up and see what the hell's in the damn thing. I left my apartment around 7:30, and when I got to the street it seemed like just another day in Moscow. Business as usual. I got to the corner and thought, I can just go the the metro and go to work, or--if I just walk down to the Kremlin and see what's going on at Red Square, it'll only add twenty minutes to my commute. Hell, I had taken my backpack instead of the briefcase, and had two cameras in it, might as well have a look. About halfway there I heard a few explosive noises, but they could very well have been a dump truck going over metal plates in the street... I got to Red Square and it was basically quiet. At the north end were some bogus token barricades I'd heard about on the news. As I walked toward them I heard the unmistakable sound of machine-gun fire. Damn, must be just around the corner. The only other time in my life I'd ever heard machine-gun fire was at ROTC boot camp. I got to the other side of the history museum, but again, basically nothing was going on. I could hear all this bloody racket--there *was* a war going on somewhere--but couldn't see anything. I thought about getting on the metro and going to work, but then I thought I'd have a peek at Tverskaya St. (the main street in downtown). It was blocked off, and as I started to walk toward the Pushkin monument I could see the four huge barriers made of old crates, park benches, playground monkey-bar sets, etc. Lots of people were standing around little bonfires, drinking and smoking--kind of like a vigil at Berkeley except for the vodka. There was an armored personnel carrier (APC) in front of Pizza Hut (I hope the picture turns out...). I got up past the City Council building where there was a large crowd of Yeltsin supporters waving tri-colors, but basically nothing was going on (relatively). Still lots of war noises. At this point I figured the war must all be around the White House. I wasn't sure what to do, but somehow I slid into this flow heading toward the noise and wandered through unfamiliar streets of Moscow to the soundtrack from Apocalypse Now. When I got to the American Embassy, I joined a crowd of a few hundred people and watched occaisonal sniper flashes from the back corner of the White House, which I could see in the distance. Riot police occasionally pushed us back. After about twenty minutes, I figured I'd seen as much as I'd be able to, and started to head toward the metro to go to work. I got to Noviy Arbat, and there was a huge line of APCs waiting patiently for action. And then the tanks came. About a dozen T-80s, from where I'd just walked. Ok, I'll get to work a little late. After I'd shot a half a roll of film--tanks in a line, tanks turning the corner, tank boys playing with the guns (what a spooky scene, tanks in the street!)--I started to walk south again on the Garden Ring to go to the metro. But then at the next cross street, which leads to the next bridge down from the White House, I decided I just had to go down to the river and see what everything looked like from there. I got down there and could see the front of the White House, and at this point the sounds of gunfire were rolling down the river and echoing off buildings in a violent cacophony of death-noise. Mesmerised, I slid again into the flow of people heading through the parked cars toward the cauldron, assuming we'd soon reach the police barricade. I felt like I was going to an AC-DC concert. A few minutes later there was a huge explosion, which I later learned was the sound of a T-80 firing its 148mm shell, and several hundred car alarms went off simultaneously. The police barricade wasn't there. Before I knew it, I'd passed the burning hulks of two bombed out busses and was standing in a huge crowd at the base of the bridge in front of the White House, watching thousands of bullets fly between the building and the half-dozen or so APCs in front of it. I couldn't believe I was there: how could people be aloud this close to a bloody war? I kept going. I pushed through the crowd, and worked my way up *onto the bridge*, several hundred yards in front of the now famous but no longer white House. Yes, war as a spectator sport. Why the hell was I here? Why did I *want* to be here? Who let us here? The range of a Kalashnikov automatic rifle is 2km, and I'm standing on a bridge 500m in front a building filled with hardline terrorists armed with these things. It didn't seem to bother the hundreds of other people standing around me, so I pulled out a Canon EOS and started my own shooting. There were already two very large chunks of stone knocked out of the House, and next to the smoking remnant of the Meria building and with the burning busses on the embankment road, the whole picture was kind of grisly. The gunfire stopped for short periods, but mostly just kept going. About fifteen minutes later several bullets ricocheted somewhere within a few tens of yards of us; we all ducked down behind some concrete and then ran towards the middle of the bridge. It felt a *little* safer, anyway, behind one of the metal stanchions of the bridge railing. I ended up this time standing next to couple of British guys, and exchanged a few war-watching pleasantries ("I wonder if the pub's open" "Where's the hot-dog stand?" "You'd think if they're going to have a war, they could at least put out some porta-potties" etc.) There were four T-80s on the bridge, and six directly accross the river from the White House (to the left of our priviledged position; the House was on the right). Through all the noise, I'd assumed the tanks were firing too; it was difficult to tell what was doing what with the sound bouncing everywhere. But then, there was an explosive noise like I've never experienced in my life: the bridge shook, my heart skipped a few beats. All the nonsense murmuring in the crowd died in a nanosecond. Under a huge cloud of smoke, *all* of the remaining glass on the upper part of the House started falling, as if in slow motion. One of the T-80s had fired. I was scared. "Man, these boys aren't playing," one of the Brits mumbled as we crouched meekly behind our railing. After about five minutes my hands stopped shaking just enough to get my camera aimed at the House to get ready for the second T-80 blast. Somehow this was a little different from taking photos of canons firing blanks at Civil War reenactments I went to as a kid. I stayed around for another half hour or hour (time is kind of irrelevant in this situation...) for a third T-80 blast, an ammo truck hit (the thing blew off like a brick of fire crackers for 15 minutes straight), another gunfight in the distance (which I later read was at the Itar-TASS building), and another spray of shots into the crowd where I was standing. This one was more serious--louder and more shots, and the crowd went a little crazier and started running off the bridge. They eventually regained confidence and retook their former positions (I ended up a little farther from the House again). Finally I figured I'd taken enough pictures, wouldn't get much more out of the last few tank shots, and probably wouldn't be able to see much of the surrender when it finally happened, so I walked off the bridge a bit, jumped in a taxi, and went to work. - ------- End of Forwarded Message ------- End of Forwarded Message Dennis Parslow Scene of the crime, body in the bed Troy, NY 12180 One victim died, one victim fled p00421@psilink.com Never got caught, but lost his reelection Too much sex, not enough affection Timbuk 3 "Too Much Sex, Not Enough Affection" _Eden Alley_ ======================================================================== Date: Thu, 7 Oct 93 23:08:52 EDT From: WretchAwry Subject: Re: The Spinach Inquisition Erik (Hi!!) writes: > Well, since I didn't get a form when I started posting, I guess I'll > just fill out someone else's. :-) I just made up this form the other day but I'm glad that so many of you are actually filling it out. Thanks! > Name: Erik N. Johnson > (The initial distinguishes me from all the *other* Eric/k Johnsons - > 4 in my high school class, another at work, 9 in the phone book...) If it makes you feel any better, you're the only Eric/k Johnson I've ever known. > Mother's second cousin's wife's brother's daughter's middle name: > Which one? :-) The eldest. > Quest: To seek the Holy -- waitaminit. No, that was the other guy's > quest. Lessee... To seek the Perfect Pizza. Yeah - that's > the ticket! Oh, well then, you'll just have to come to Chicago. You'll surely find it here. (Right SteveF?) > Erik > who has watched entirely too much Monty Python to be > allowed to start quoting... when will it end? :-) Vickie "I'm a lumberjack and I'm ok, I work all night and sleep all day" (I know, I know, but it feels right to me, mainly because I *love* staying up all night and sleeping all day. Plus, I once came -thisclose- to taking a job driving a lumber truck in Alaska. I wonder where I'd be now if I had. I surely never would have met MyChris and I wouldn't be here now, so I'm glad I didn't.) ======================================================================== From: Philip Sainty Date: Fri, 8 Oct 1993 16:25:09 +1300 Subject: Re: Happy Dust Aaron hialls: > Hi all! I'm another newcomer to the list, although I do recognize a few > of you from rdt. Hi Aaron, nice to meet you! > Are you all always as, ah, prolific as you've been this > last week? :) Ecto will eat your life... but you'll love the sensation :) > And do I really have to fill out this questionnaire Vickie > sent? Well unless you want us to send the heavies over... Philip p.s. Wise move with the subject change ;) .________________________________________. ._______. | __ _ ___ _ __ __ |\________/| | | / / | / \ | \ | | | | / | _ _ | _O_ | | \_ | | | | |__/ |__| | | \_ | / \/ \ | |/ | | / | | | | | | | | | / | \ / | |\ | | \__ \_ | \_/ | | | | |__ \__ | \ / | T W W | |________________________________________| \/ |_______| \ Philip Sainty: psainty@comp.vuw.ac.nz \________/ / `-------------------------------------------------------' "This is where I want to be This is what I need" --KT ======================================================================== Date: Fri, 8 Oct 93 0:50:48 EDT From: WretchAwry Subject: Howdy! Hiyas to Erik, Paul, Jeff, Michael, Aaron, Rob and any and all other new Ectophiles out there...welcome to (The Wonderful World Of) Ecto! (Uh, yeah, it's nearly always this busy. I warned you :-). Busy, but always interesting.) WELCOME BACK Riikka-Leena!! If you get a chance, and want to do it, we'd love to hear about some of your round-the-world adventures. *HUG* Vickie ======================================================================== Date: Thu, 7 Oct 93 22:03:03 PDT From: tjshadb@ecto.sandia.gov (Troy J. Shadbolt) Subject: PULSE! magazine info for Sussane (vie Rob) from the Nov 1993 issue of PULSE (which has a Contents page of Heidi Berry) Independent Label Advertising Manager: Sara Mantecon Sales Branches: Northeast: Steven Gross (212) 490-1895 Midwest: Kristene Richardson (708) 913-5400 Southwest: Jeff Lubetkin (818) 222-7516 -or- Southwest: Brett Vinovich (818) 985-4900 San Francisco: John R. Taggart (510) 547-4102 Southeast: Brian Zimmerman (404) 355-5191 Contributing Editors: Paul Ashby (non-commercial radio & imports) Darryl Morden Tom Lanham (Tom does mini-revues of Jane S., Heidi Berry, and others in Nov issue) Address: Tower Records/Video PULSE! 2500 Del Monte Street Bldg C West Sacramento, Ca 95691 (916) 373-2450 (916) 373-2480 FAX later. ********************** Troy J. Shadbolt tjshadb@ecto.ca.sandia.gov ********************** ======================================================================== 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)