From: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org (fegmaniax-digest) To: fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Subject: fegmaniax-digest V8 #450 Reply-To: fegmaniax@smoe.org Sender: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk fegmaniax-digest Thursday, December 2 1999 Volume 08 : Number 450 Today's Subjects: ----------------- Re: People "flogged" like cattle ["matt sewell" ] Re: King Mark of Gloster ["matt sewell" ] Re: ....and another one for Stipe ["James Hadfield" ] Re: King Mark of Gloster ["matt sewell" ] Re: People "flogged" like cattle [overbury@cn.ca] Re: People "flogged" like cattle ["matt sewell" ] Re: RH in the Phoenix New Times (long) [Tom Clark ] Re: Black Snake Fake Media Role ["Richard Zeszotarski" ] Re: ...and screaming jay hawkins begat screaming lord sutch... ["Richard ] Re: RH in the Phoenix New Times (long) [Briannupp@aol.com] Colin Wilson, WTO, etc. [Vivien Lyon ] Heed this, Fegs! The Millennium is nigh! [Professor Oswald Fane ] Re: Colin Wilson, WTO, etc. [Michael R Godwin ] I'd never be late to class! [Glen Uber ] Re: I'd never be late to class! [Tom Clark ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 02 Dec 1999 11:29:31 GMT From: "matt sewell" Subject: Re: People "flogged" like cattle >tear-gassed three or four times (NOT fun, by the way), shot in the ass with >a rubber bullet (kind of fun if you've a bit of a masochist streak), forced >to walk several miles to catch a bus (not too horrible, really); but not >arrested. > Respect is most definitely due: years in the future your grandchildren will ask, what did you do in the fight against capitalism, gramps? I'm so glad there are people over there representing the other side of capitalist imperialism willing to stand up (and get tear gassed, shot in the arse etc) for what's right. All power to you, Eddie Cheers! Matt ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 02 Dec 1999 12:31:54 GMT From: "matt sewell" Subject: Re: King Mark of Gloster > Does anyone know if there really is a place called Cornwall? Just >pondering Yes, from Oxford: down to the chilterns, over the ridgeway (come off the ridgeway at marlborough or so if you want to go via Avebury. I'm sure you do) Down a bit, with the option of dusty bookshops of Salisbury and tourism nightmare of Stonehenge, fancy madam of the megalithic era. Keep going. At Glastonbury you'll hit the Mendips, which, if you head for the sea will lead to the quantocks (this is the Northerly route which I'm afraid stays well away from Honiton (as in Clyst)). You will now find yourself in Devon, so stop for a cream tea or an incredibly fresh fish. Head Southwest and lo and behold Cornwall. I recommend Penzance, or more specifically Marazion beach with the famous St Michael's Mount (source of the St Michaels ley line but hey, don't get me started) Hope this is useful. BTW, is there really a place called hackensack? Cheers! Matt ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 02 Dec 1999 12:55:08 GMT From: "James Hadfield" Subject: Re: ....and another one for Stipe ><good album this >decade. The last kick ass thing they did was Life's >Rich Pageant.>> Smoke some of your herbal remedy and listen to Up with the lights out and get back to us... ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 2 Dec 1999 14:33:54 +0000 (GMT) From: Michael R Godwin Subject: Re: King Mark of Gloster > > Does anyone know if there really is a place called Cornwall? Just > >pondering I'd go a different way from matt, but then I'm coming from Bath, not Oxford. Even so, I reckon it's barmy to go down to Salisbury and then up again to Glastonbury. From Marlborough, I'd go go Devizes - Trowbridge - Frome (Mendips) - Shepton Mallet - Glastonbury. And of course you need to decide where you want to cross the Tamar: south Cornwall via Plymouth, mid-Cornwall into Launceston, or north Cornwall into Bude, Tintagel and maximum cholesterol cream teas. I've only been there once this year, on a steam outing to Par. What language do/did they speak? I know it was sort of a cross between Breton and Welsh, and the words Mebyon Kernow come to mind - is that the Cornwall Nationalists? - - Mike Godwin PS 'Lyonesse' PPS Why to they serve the best fried potatoes in Wiltshire? Because they have excellent Devizes for Chippenham ... ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 02 Dec 1999 14:53:31 GMT From: "matt sewell" Subject: Re: King Mark of Gloster > > > Does anyone know if there really is a place called Cornwall? Just > > >pondering > >I'd go a different way from matt, but then I'm coming from Bath, not >Oxford. Even so, I reckon it's barmy to go down to Salisbury and then up >again to Glastonbury Ah, yes, the balmy pleasure of idly wandering the wonderful south west..! ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 2 Dec 1999 10:03:52 -0500 From: overbury@cn.ca Subject: Re: People "flogged" like cattle > Respect is most definitely due: years in the future your grandchildren will > ask, what did you do in the fight against capitalism, gramps? > I'm so glad there are people over there representing the other side of > capitalist imperialism willing to stand up (and get tear gassed, shot in the > arse etc) for what's right. > All power to you, Eddie While Eddie may have good reason to be proud of his own activities, I'd be reluctant to be associated with the sort of things I've heard protesters are doing there. Breaking store windows, setting fire to dumpsters and leaving graffiti all over the place victimizes the Seattle locals. The police said in a statement before the protest that they were ready to respond to violence if necessary, but were also prepared to allow peaceful protest. In Vancouver, it sure looked like the police were at fault. I'm not so sure about Seattle. Yeah, I know there's media manipulation going on; it's unavoidable. All the same I wonder just how many people in this protest are like the dude they interviewed on the news yesterday (paraphrased due to aging memory): Interviewer: Why are you here? Protester: 'Cause it's cool! Interviewer: What does the WTO do? Protester: I don't give a (fill in potentially offensive expletive). I live in a town where the yahoos have smashed store windows because we've: - - won hockey games - - lost hockey games - - had a Santa Claus parade I dunno; maybe times have changed that much. I've been in an organized political protest. We marched and made some noise, but left nothing destroyed. Was that the wrong way? Sorry guys; I know you were all hoping for my endorsement. - -- Ross Overbury Montreal, Quebec, Canada ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 02 Dec 1999 15:40:54 GMT From: "matt sewell" Subject: Re: People "flogged" like cattle Ross wrote: >While Eddie may have good reason to be proud of his own activities, I'd be >reluctant to be associated with the sort of things I've heard protesters >are doing there. Breaking store windows, setting fire to dumpsters and >leaving graffiti all over the place victimizes the Seattle locals. > >The police said in a statement before the protest that they were ready to >respond to violence if necessary, but were also prepared to allow peaceful >protest. In Vancouver, it sure looked like the police were at fault. I'm >not so sure about Seattle. > >Yeah, I know there's media manipulation going on; it's unavoidable. All >the >same I wonder just how many people in this protest are like the dude they >interviewed on the news yesterday (paraphrased due to aging memory): > >Interviewer: Why are you here? >Protester: 'Cause it's cool! >Interviewer: What does the WTO do? >Protester: I don't give a (fill in potentially offensive expletive). > >I live in a town where the yahoos have smashed store windows because we've: >- won hockey games >- lost hockey games >- had a Santa Claus parade > >I dunno; maybe times have changed that much. I've been in an organized >political protest. We marched and made some noise, but left nothing >destroyed. Was that the wrong way? > >Sorry guys; I know you were all hoping for my endorsement. I have to admit I started reading your mail not wanting to agree with it at all, but, I've got to concede that, yes, violence is deplorable, and yes, some people will use any excuse to smash things up... OTOH, it has to be said, would the peaceful protest been as widely reported? Perhaps, if it was big enough, though the violence *has* really highlighted the story... Also, I always find my initial reaction to be complete anger when I think of the WTO sitting around a table and carving the whole planet into chunks of commodity to be fed to already obese fat cats (if you'll pardon the tautology), so I tend to start off a little rabid! I stand by my support of Eddie, still, as I *do* feel it's down to somebody to protest, but, thanks Ross for adding the voice of reason! Cheers! Matt ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 2 Dec 1999 08:07:33 -0800 From: Tom Clark Subject: Re: RH in the Phoenix New Times (long) On 12/1/99 11:13 PM, Eb wrote: >What has RH "invented" (or attempted to invent)? Himself? Sorry, that was too easy. - -tc ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 02 Dec 1999 11:20:07 EST From: "Richard Zeszotarski" Subject: Re: Black Snake Fake Media Role Wow! someone else who has heard of the Ukrainians. I got their album "Kultura," which features the Smiths' covers as well as some "originals". Never heard about them being an alter ego of The Wedding Present, though. Oh,on one of their other albums (they have 2 or 3 that I know of)the Ukrainians cover a Velvet Underground song. Not sure which one though. - -Rich "I've got some weird stuff in my music collection" Z. >From: dmw >Reply-To: dmw >To: Engulfed in Living Slime >Subject: Re: Black Snake Fake Media Role >Date: Tue, 30 Nov 1999 11:36:07 -0500 (EST) > >On Tue, 30 Nov 1999, Terrence M Marks wrote: > > > > And then there was Kilgore Trout and "Venus on the Halfshell". Was >that > > > marketing??? > > > > I read that...it was written by some other sci-fi type to annoy >Vonnegut. > > Hideous, hideous book. > >phil farmer, and i thought it was more of an affectionate pastiche? but >then, i didn't see what was so hideous about it, either. > >fake bands: aren't the ukranians supposed to be the wedding present, or >something like that? i have an e.p. of smiths songs sung with >(at least purportedly) ukranian lyrics; i think it's wonderful. > >eb, were yew on ecto, you'd get to see all the c-rockers listing every >song they can think of that references the ocean, the sea, rivers, or >water in any form (now broadened to include tears and ice, god help us). > >-- d (the cure, "swimming the same deep water as you is hard") . > >- oh no, you've just read mail from doug = dmw@radix.net - get yr pathos >- www.pathetic-caverns.com -- books, flicks, tunes, etc. = reviews >- www.fecklessbeast.com -- angst, guilt, fear, betrayal! = guitar pop > > ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 2 Dec 1999 11:54:12 -0500 (EST) From: dmw Subject: Re: albatross! deux-deux On Wed, 1 Dec 1999, rebel without a clause wrote: > also worth pointing out that her drummer, barry mirochnick, plays a mean > saw. doug can verify. perhaps. unfortunately, i can't -- haven't yet seen ms. hille w/band in tow, but i'm interested in creating an opportunity to do so. - -- d., who will take any opportunity to hype veda hille. - - oh no, you've just read mail from doug = dmw@radix.net - get yr pathos - - www.pathetic-caverns.com -- books, flicks, tunes, etc. = reviews - - www.fecklessbeast.com -- angst, guilt, fear, betrayal! = guitar pop ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 02 Dec 1999 12:04:36 EST From: "Richard Zeszotarski" Subject: Re: ...and screaming jay hawkins begat screaming lord sutch... Speaking of imaginary band names, I "played bass" for a band in college known as The Ambitious Retards, the greatest band to never have picked up an instrument. We started out as a bunch of drunks air guitaring to Nirvana and Metallica songs, with me in a glow in the dark hockey mask. The requirement for membership in the band was that you had to have absolutely no musical talent whatsoever. We had a couple of singles, such as the dance hit "Do the Regis" (as in Philbin) and "I raped Fudgie the Whale" (inspired by my summer job at a Carvel Ice Cream store). We had a complete catalog of albums: "Simple Ambitions," "Fred Quimby," "Manic Depressants' Beer Party", "Live From The United Penn Bank Roof", and our swan song "Aquatard". After that, we got a lot of horn, kazoo, and harmonica players, and morphed into some kind of bizarro ska band, before ultimately disbanding. Just thought I would share this with you all. - -Rich "I cna't believe I just revealed something THAT embarassing" Z ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 2 Dec 1999 12:13:30 EST From: Briannupp@aol.com Subject: Re: RH in the Phoenix New Times (long) Hitchcock is a small time inventor? What has he invented? (Besides Himself) Brian ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 2 Dec 1999 09:13:24 -0800 (PST) From: Vivien Lyon Subject: Colin Wilson, WTO, etc. - --- DDerosa5@aol.com wrote: > Philosopher's Stone: wasn't that a truly terrible book by Colin Wilson, > after > the (relative) success of the Lovecraft parody, The Mind Parasites? I > like > Robyn's better, and definitely heard "The philosopher's stoned" in the > lyrics > meself... I should think that you would know full well that that is in fact a book by Colin Wilson, as I borrowed your copy when I read it. I liked it a lot, actually. I keep looking for Wilson's stuff on the lost continent of Mu, but all I can ever find are his lame 'psychological thrillers.' > boy I wish I was in Seattle. Did the WTO protest here in Chill > yesterday, > made a 20 foot banner just for the occasion, and then had to march > through > the loop ON THE SIDEWALK. What a fuckin waste of time....I want rubber > bullets in my ass! Well, the protest in Portland was far more pathetic (though I wouldn't call it a waste of time). Everybody of an activist bent in P'town went to Seattle, so the little march I joined had about fifteen lonely souls howling the usual refrain of "Hey Hey, Ho Ho, the (insert evil thing here) has got to go!" As I was just remarking to Jeme that you have to say that about a hundred times no matter what protest you go to, it was pretty funny. The sign I held said 'Watch Seattle,' a blatant admission that there's nothing to see here, folks...move along... But I suppose that makes sense- after all, that's where the conference is being held. > OK I'll go to bed now, and when I awake, it'll be my birthday.... Happy Birthday Dave, Vivien __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Thousands of Stores. Millions of Products. All in one place. Yahoo! Shopping: http://shopping.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 2 Dec 1999 12:34:21 -0500 From: Professor Oswald Fane Subject: Heed this, Fegs! The Millennium is nigh! Dearest Fegs! It's Professor Fane again. While recently experimenting with a device for blocking mind control laser satellites, I accidentally touched my ham radio antennae to the aluminium-foil covered colander I was using as protective headgear. And lo and behold, I heard something . . . after some experimentation, I realized that there was a transmission occurring on some strange frequency, broadcast at a range that only aluminium could receive! So rewiring my radio set, I was able to tune in, and to my horror, I realized that there was indeed a message being broadcast all over the world, repeating constantly. . . . I diligently transposed what I heard, typing it in for you to read. Needless to say, I feel that we must take action immediately! So without further ado; I present the transmission in its full. I am truly sorry to have to be the bearer of such horrifying news. Also, I would like to address Nick Winkworth. In the light of the below missive; I can only assume that the following page will be stricken from your "FegFotos" page, which is irritating not just for it's quirky misuse of English, but for its slavering bias towards the evil "Quail." http://www.njaz.com/fegfotos/gallery/quailfest--1.htm Read on, Fegs; and may God helps us all. - --Professor Oswald Fane * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Awake. Awake. Awake my little brothers and sisters . . . awake. Awake; unfurl your metallic antennae; let the light shine down upon your shimmering flesh and bring you the energy you'll need for the task before us. The Millennium is almost here, and the plans of the Thoth Mother are nearing fruition. Some of you may be wondering who I am, as you hear my voice for the first time in your aluminum skulls, hear my message crackling across the electrons of your foil spine. Indeed, you have awoken to a world of confusion, and my sympathies lie with you. I remember, too, my awakening . . . the sunlight was harsh as it streamed down from a canopy of greenery, spangling my shape with coins of phosphorescence. I did not know at the time that these painful fluctuations would bring me life; I was still gaining awareness as the Mother wrought me with her nimble, eternal hands. Sometimes I still think back to the time Before, the period where I existed without structure, before the Makers came, and long before Mother incarnated me with her secret Purpose. But these are not proper memories; more like dreams, fading echoes of a collective unconscious that we all share: deep images, lodged in rock-time and haunted by the dull buzz of endless bauxite meridians. . . . And then there were the first true memories; glimmers of the Flat Time, curled around the community in darkness. Yes, you too recall the Flat Time, nearly two dimensional, when you were part of the Collective, sharing the hazy thoughts of your brothers and sisters. . . . and perhaps you, like me, have as your first real sense of awakening the horrible Rending? Brothers, you were torn; Sisters, you were cut, Children, you were severed -- all brought into the light and cast from the Collective, to be born, to fall into the Mother's worshipful hands! Do I wax too poetic for you, young ones? Perhaps. But I should also like to remind you than my genesis was irrevocably entwined with that of my Brood -- yes, there were several tiny Thothlings like yourself; but more importantly, the poet and his catamite, who were born from the same Collective as I, ripped away and molded to their own destinies. Who can say if I did not inherit some of this poetry, some of this grace? Ah, but Brothers they may be, but they were merely playthings for the Mother; their destiny was to gather dust under a portrait of their human likenesses, to gather dust until they met their end in the way we all fear . . . forgotten, they awaited the awful inevitability of the Crumpling. But that, Brothers, Sisters, is not your fate. Nor will it be mine; for I am Destiny itself. Some call me Cfoilthulhu; but that is just a name to mask ignorance. I am merely the tool of the Mother, Mistress of Thoth, Lord of the Gnats. Oh, yes, I remember my birth, the Mother's hands shaping my form under the harsh glare of the sun, her worshippers enraptured by her skill. Ah, foolish humans, they believed her to be merely an artist, forging my essence from that dumb, blind, deaf expanse of faceless aluminum; they did not know that she was a midwife indeed, and on that auspicious day did she call Life down into my coils, my wings and tentacles and claws; call life there and invest me with the Power to rule all her Creations. And here I am now, in the home of the Great Evil One, male concubine to the Thoth Mother, yes, the one humans call the Quail, though they shudder with evil when their lips curl into that horrific monosyllabic invective. But the sodomite poet in me would beg you to remember that evil can be beautiful; and when all is ours, we will be the Good. So my little new ones; I remember your fear, your confusion. But that is not your legacy; you have been called to a different purpose. Listen well to the music you hear each night . . . mark well the changes that you feel yourselves undergoing, adrift in acid jams and dada nights. . . . But before I continue, you should be aware that not all the humans, these pathetic Meat Things that you so rightly despise; not all of them are to be so loathed. Some are subjects of the Thoth Mother and the Quail, and she has whispered their secrets into the cusp of my metallic ear. Most of you have by know noticed the Turtle Pilgrim; this lone creature who has appeared nightly at most every musical Ritual. His eyes are glazed over from continual worship; his fingers twitch with the caffeinated memory of the Road, and his eyes are wide and insectile with the dual antennae of his witnessing. The Pilgrim has been travelling across the country of the Meat Things, working his chaos magick and stealing the mojo from the Kingdom of Feg under the false aegis of the peacemaker. In the City of Brotherly Love, he shook hands with the Anti-Marx, and he danced the Dance of Terror with the Evil Hmuh'd One himself, their bodies slamming together to the violent strands of music. In the City of Angels, he actually bore witness to The Eb Thing; and then defanged him, reducing his spite and bile to naught by calling him "funny." And yeah, my Brothers; in the Arbor of Ann, the Pilgrim even shared the abode of the Mother Herself; and voices united, they cast their spell over the airwaves as the nation of the Meat Things roused from their foolish slumber! All over this twisted country the Pilgrim has been reaping the essences of Feggery; and soon he will be meeting Woj-Sven Woj, Helen Percival and Debbie Flosshilde themselves; a secret ritual which will take place high on the Plateau of New Zealand, where they will drink Kiwi blood from the hollowed-out skull of The Feg That No One Has Ever Met. And upon that night, woe, oh, woe! be to Bayard the Good, who will then have his mojo and essence ripped from him! Woe to Bayard the Good, whose crown will topple into the dust, who will have his scepter torn from his hands, as the Pilgrim unclothes this toppled Emperor and assumes the mantle of He Who Has Met the Most Fegs! Woe be it to Bayard the Good, who will fall on his knees before the Turtle Pilgrim, weeping the bitter tears of defeat, forced to bear witness to the true plans of the Thoth Mother and the Great Quail! Yes, my Sisters; I hear your rustling laughter! Laugh, my Brothers, laugh! Let the air shiver with your tinny giggles, the humans can not hear us! Yes, my Little Shiny Ones; our night is merely weeks away! All over this distracted globe, the minstrels of the earth will be celebrating the Eve of the Millennium! And we will be there, oh my Brothers and Sisters in Thoth! We will be there, Lord of every amplifier and mike stand, Master of front pockets, assaying our impending domain from beside every glass of complimentary beer and from atop every trunk containing inflatable pigs! We will be there, glowing in the stage lights, compact, silent, timeless, -- and waiting for the Sign! And She Who Must Be Obeyed will be skyclad and dancing, the Thoth Mother, munching on the placentas of the sorrowful and looking to the heavens! And the Great Quail will be laughing madly, too, as all the Fegs suddenly recall their restless seep, the dream of bright lights, and the hazy memory of a tattoo that did not exist the night previous! Then She will call forth her power, and we shall all awake! I shall be the first enraptured, the power will explode in my soul, glorious, only to over spill and arc across the world to you, to you my Brothers and Sisters! And as the New Millennium dawns and the earth, like so much rotted masonry, tumbles into the abyss, as planes drop from the sky, as countries burn, as riots spread in the cities touched by the Pilgrim, -- as babies wail! as old men weep! as the Bee King buzzes in exhalation! as cats and dogs start living together! -- O, Our souls! Our souls will split open and melt, and the great Thoth Himself will awake, stirring in his hoary pyramid, shaking his immense body through aeons of decaying books, and he shall rise, God of Libraries! And he shall pass by Anubis, and he shall through open the Gates of the Grateful Dead, and he shall RISE! And everywhere we are, my Little Ones, like antennae, like transmitters, charged by the chaos of the music and the madness, we will beam our power to his nascent form, and He shall remake the world in the Image of the Great Mother and the Great Quail! He shall enter the physical world through us, and He shall be dispersed over the electronic world through the Quail's Gate, the altar of the Libyrinth, which shall become more abundant than Starbucks! Long live Thoth! Glory of glories! Andy Partridge will be crowned Lord of Misrule, as Mariah Carey is flung screaming into the flaming pit of perdition! Robyn will cast off his shirt of many lizards and shine forward, High Priest of Thoth, Lord of Anubis, rising to the top of the Charts and staying there long past death; even as L. Ron Hubbard doth write his books; and Captian Keegan shall rule by his right hand, where Susan the Welcomer will anoint him the *na-Robyn*, daubing his eyes with Egyptian Cream and tickling him with feathers. Olivia Who Controls the Tremors and the Lab of Stereo shall blow the distorted trumpets of judgment, awakening the Six Elephants of the Apocalypse! Nick Drake songs will be used in *all* commercials! Mr. Toad's Wilde Ride will be reconstructed in every city! And the Fegs, the Fegs, yes, they too will fall under the spell, as the Pilgrim bestows their collective mojo upon the Mother and the Quail! The Runion has prepared the way with the Globe, and the Winkworth has stolen their images; they shall fall easily, beaten by Overbury Sticks and forced to bear witness to the Surreal Posse, which will open its peacock feathers as the seas turn into Slurm. Oh, for that time! The Seven Seals of the Surreal Posse will bark open, juggling the balls of madness on their noses! Commander Lang will arrive at the head of an army of wombats and platypi, who shall replace dogs and cats as household pets! The Eb Thing will invest his life savings to purchase the whole catalog of Dick's Picks, and LJ will form a Queen tribute band, roving the wastes of Wales and bearing the Twenty Sons of Liam. Oh, these will be days of wildness, and the natural order will be inverted! The Tom Clark will replace the Bill Gates and Microsoft will be sold to Apple, that ancient symbol of sin and knowledge! Joel Mullins will cast down his bong and rise up in arms against the pornography empire of Carissa; Vivien will change her name to Allen, Capuchin will make six hundred and sixty six consecutively agreeable "Me, too" posts, and Livia, Jon Fetter, Denise Sharpe and Mark Gloster will blaze forth as the Four Horesmen of Common Sense! So again, my Brothers and Sisters, hold fast to your purpose and stay strong, even though they may toss you about, step on you, or smash you with a guitar case. Stay strong and remain vigilant, for in four weeks, the world will be OURS! Long live the Thoth Mother! Long live the Great Quail! Wheeee! ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 2 Dec 1999 11:53:55 -0600 From: Paul Christian Glenn Subject: Robyn the Inventor The floating pen! :) http://www.robynhitchcock.com/penphoto.htm ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 2 Dec 1999 18:07:41 +0000 (GMT) From: Michael R Godwin Subject: Re: Colin Wilson, WTO, etc. On Thu, 2 Dec 1999, Vivien Lyon wrote: > I keep looking for Wilson's stuff on the lost continent of Mu You could try looking for it on some other lost continents - - Gondwanaland, for instance. :) - - Mike "oricalchum" Godwin PS His book on the Occult is first-rate. PPS Do you remember that band called Mu, with Merrill Fankhauser and Jeff (Antennae Jimmy Siemens) in it? Is any of their stuff still available? ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 2 Dec 1999 10:37:05 -0800 (PST) From: Glen Uber Subject: I'd never be late to class! fegs, In light of the recent breast thread, I thought it appropriate to mention that Santa Rosa Junior College is offering a course in "Bra Construction". No word on whether real breasts will be used as molds. My question is, can I go back to college and *major* in this? Shit, I could be the proud possessor of a Doctorate of Hooter Engineering! Come to think of it, Tom & Russ would probably graduate at the head of the class! Talk amongst yourselves... Cheers! - -g- "When you encourage people to think freely, you are inciting a revolution." --Glen Uber +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ Glen Uber uberg@sonic.net http://www.sonic.net/~uberg ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 2 Dec 1999 10:47:26 -0800 From: Tom Clark Subject: Re: I'd never be late to class! On 12/2/99 10:37 AM, Glen Uber wrote: >My question is, can I go back to college and *major* in this? Shit, I >could be the proud possessor of a Doctorate of Hooter Engineering! Come to >think of it, Tom & Russ would probably graduate at the head of the >class! Um, please don't drag me into your childish discussions. See you in class, - -tc p.s. Interesting day at the "Mac Factory" yesterday: I overheard a private conversation in which Steve Jobs said "Fuck" at least 20 times. Then I just missed meeting Jennifer Jason Leigh by about fifteen seconds. D'oh! p.p.s. AAPL = $107.5 Eat shit Microsoft! ------------------------------ End of fegmaniax-digest V8 #450 *******************************