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From max@sentex.net Wed Jan 16 09:10:31 2002
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Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2001 14:01:16 -0400
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From: Sylvia Morscher <max@sentex.net>
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To: tom jennings <tomj@wps.com>
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Subject: Re: old files
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tom jennings wrote:
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> Sure, I'd love to have old files! Its funny how disk space
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> doesn't matter at all anymore, and the real problem isn't
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> storing, but retreiving!
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>
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[ Part 2: "Attached Text" ]
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>From tdkcs!uunet.ca!fido.wps.com!tomj Fri Dec 10 06:08:37 1993 remote from exlibris
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From: tomj@wps.com (Tom Jennings)
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Message-Id: <9312101006.AA10193@wps.com>
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Subject: Alan
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To: max@exlibris.tdkcs.waterloo.on.ca (Sylvia Maxwell)
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Date: Fri, 10 Dec 1993 05:06:52 -0500
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In-Reply-To: <gRX9Dc1w165w@exlibris.tdkcs.waterloo.on.ca> from "Sylvia Maxwell" at Dec 8, 93 03:48:27 pm
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Hi, I'm Alan. Hear me speak!
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Here is my .plan file:
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I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice.
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I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks,
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making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate
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ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, I
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manage time efficiently. Occasionally, I tread water for three days
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in a row.
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I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone playing, I can
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pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook
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Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco,
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a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru.
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Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly
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defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of
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ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the
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Mets, I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I'm bored,
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I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang
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gliding. On Wednesdays, after school, I repair electrical appliances
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free of charge.
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I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie.
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Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening
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wear. I don't perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan
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mail. I have been caller number nine and have won the weekend
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passes. Last summer I toured New Jersey with a traveling
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centrifugal-force demonstration. I bat .400. My deft floral
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arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles.
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Children trust me.
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I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly
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accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield
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in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room
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that evening. I know the exact location of every food item in the
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supermarket. I have performed covert operations for the CIA. I
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sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on
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vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated with a group of
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terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do
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not apply to me.
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I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid.
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On weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami.
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Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it
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down. I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a
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Mouli and a toaster oven. I breed prizewinning clams. I have won
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bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka,
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and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played Hamlet, I have
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performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis.
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But I have not yet gone to a Grateful Dead concert.
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Last update: 12/2/93
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Alan B. Clegg (abc@interpath.net)
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--
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Tom Jennings -- tomj@wps.com -- World Power Systems -- San Francisco, Calif.
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The Little Garden -- admin@admin.tlg.rg.net -- S.F. Bay Area Internetwork
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[ Part 3: "Attached Text" ]
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>From tdkcs!uunet.ca!ucscb.UCSC.EDU!sciww Mon Dec 20 22:11:05 1993 remote from exlibris
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Date: Mon, 20 Dec 1993 20:32:10 -0500
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From: sciww@ucscb.UCSC.EDU (Michael-Jay Demarco Conui)
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To: shit-list@fido.wps.com, tomj@wps.com
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Subject: Re: People like this should be KILLED
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Ooooooh- icky! Tom, that *was* gross. Nasty. It should be taken out back, and
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put out of our misery!!!
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Happy Fucken Genocide, --Deke
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[ Part 4: "Attached Text" ]
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>From tdkcs!uunet.ca!fido.wps.com!tomj Fri Dec 10 18:08:48 1993 remote from exlibris
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From: tomj@wps.com (Tom Jennings)
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Message-Id: <9312102117.AA00725@wps.com>
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Subject: Re: Cu Digest, #5.89 (fwd)
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To: max@exlibris.tdkcs.waterloo.on.ca (Sylvia Maxwell)
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Date: Fri, 10 Dec 1993 16:17:50 -0500
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In-Reply-To: <gRX9Dc1w165w@exlibris.tdkcs.waterloo.on.ca> from "Sylvia Maxwell" at Dec 8, 93 03:48:27 pm
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> What is CPSR? I like their/its article.
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Computer Professionals for Social responsibility. A branch of liberalism
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that actually works. They're OK people, evenif they wear pinstripe
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shirts.
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> Have you written an autobiography lately? Even a small one! The
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> world NEEDS heros. All we've got for heros are politicians and
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> football players from television. We could get some heroines/heros
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> from the net instead, and more interesting ones.
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Heroes are what got us into this mess! People who do things as examples,
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OK, but hero implies too much reverence... I'm sure even the budha
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picked his nose and was rude to his guests now and then...
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> I guess we have some pretty good music idols from the radio. But if
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> us newbies don't get to hear the anarcho/fag history of the net, we
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> might think it all comes from Clinton, or Winter!
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Yes, that is a danger... the people who are fanatical about this history
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nonsense are the ones that define it! Winter! He's almost funny! Clinton
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-- he's a scary, friendly fascist.
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I can't seem to get started on the linear history narrative sorta thing,
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ficton or otherwise. I keep thinking of writing a "history of FidoNet" as
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pure fiction. Write it as I'd like to believe it, complete with gross
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inconsistencies, drifting off, tangents, etc and doing it straight-faced
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(not without humor though, sick humor) and passing it off as linear
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history. Those that gets it, will. converse.
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> I'm sending something else in the mail:
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> a small book that no-one likes but me. Got it in a thrift store.
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> i think it's marvellous, it's perfectly grotesque, like my fave
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> T-pot which is large with purple, green and turquoise snail-shapes
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> moulded on it. No-one seems to appreciate my T-pot either.
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Nobody gets my aesthetic either. Not even Josh. I had visual aesthetics
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trained out of me in public school (like most people) so it's goten more
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complicated.
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--
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Tom Jennings -- tomj@wps.com -- World Power Systems -- San Francisco, Calif.
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The Little Garden -- admin@admin.tlg.rg.net -- S.F. Bay Area Internetwork
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>From tdkcs!uunet.ca!fido.wps.com!tomj Sat Dec 18 00:10:31 1993 remote from exlibris
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From: tomj@wps.com (Tom Jennings)
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Message-Id: <9312180501.AA00355@wps.com>
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Subject: Hey!
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To: sylvia@exlibris.tdkcs.waterloo.on.ca (Sylvia Maxwell)
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Date: Sat, 18 Dec 1993 00:01:21 -0500
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Hey! I got your package yesterday. (Turns out -- our doorbell was broken
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a week ago, and the Postal Service left the little yellow notice. So the
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doorbell gets fixed, I request redelivery, ad arrives a week late...)
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I like it a lot! You should sneak out in the middle of the night and
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paint giant murals on ths sides of buildings to surprise people in the
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morning.
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The leafy-smokey-rubble on her right and flamey-leafs tickling her
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cunt (cunt -- a local columnist sex advice person, Ask Isadora,
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utterly cool person, had a long-standing request for (new) names
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for female genitalia, what with all the frat-boy "pussy" etc --
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and lo! -- many found 'cunt' to be ... somehow, almost neutral
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(keep in mind we have lots of uppity dykes saying printing cunt
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cunt cunt lovingly and harshly both (nearly all in fun)), and it's
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not a dimimutive-of-a-mans-thing, or an inamimate object, or put-down
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word (except by (usually) men who say "you cunt!" meaning "you
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woman!" like calling someone a "girl" etc) -- and found 'cunt'
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favored over all the revisionist and terminally cute "new" names,
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none of which I can recall -- cunt) which she is obviously enjoying
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-- arched plant or oily rainbow behind her --
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All my roommates immediately loved it, and said "hey if you dont
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want it give it to me!" (not knowing it's origins, and assuming I
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would hate anything art-y) (because I usually hate Art (as in
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Pretentious Artifice) except my friend Diet's friend Art Debris,
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he's OK when he remembers to take his drugs)).
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So I waited a whole day. It looks like it's been hanging there a long
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time! Certainly it will.
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Thanks!!!
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Hey, do you get lots of e-type junk? Wanna be on my SHIT-LIST? It's just
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stuff along the way my friend Flesh and (mostly) I find, that's deemed
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worth repeatign... I try to keep it fun, not too techie (except where it
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has broader interest), sick humor (but not generally tasteless), that
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sort of thing... might even be editorial or filler fodder... there's
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only a half dozen people on the list.
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BTW, try gopher wps.com sometime. Flesh, our new intern here at The
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Little Garden, has been working on the gopher server. It's actually
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kinda nice. It's a continuous work in progress. We're gonna do a
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WorldWideWeb server. I'm moving the TLG stuff onto it's own machine, so
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mine will be free! free! to do my own thing swith...
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Tom Jennings -- tomj@wps.com -- World Power Systems -- San Francisco, Calif.
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The Little Garden -- admin@admin.tlg.rg.net -- S.F. Bay Area Internetwork
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>From tdkcs!uunet.ca!fido.wps.com!shitlist Sun Dec 19 20:15:19 1993 remote from exlibris
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From: shitlist@wps.com (Shit List archiver)
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Subject: THE PEOPLE WITH HOLES IN THEIR HEADS [or, you asked for it...] (fwd)
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To: sylvia@exlibris.tdkcs.waterloo.on.ca
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Date: Sun, 19 Dec 1993 18:58:17 -0500
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Forwarded message:
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>From tomj Fri Dec 17 13:45:23 1993
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From: tomj (Tom Jennings)
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Subject: THE PEOPLE WITH HOLES IN THEIR HEADS [or, you asked for it...]
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To: shitlist (Shit List archiver)
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Date: Fri, 17 Dec 1993 13:45:22 -0800 (PST)
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>From tomj Fri Dec 17 13:05:46 1993
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From: tomj (Tom Jennings)
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Subject: THE PEOPLE WITH HOLES IN THEIR HEADS [or, you asked for it...]
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To: shit-list
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THE PEOPLE WITH HOLES IN THEIR HEADS
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Amanda Feilding lives in a charming flat looking over London's
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river with her companion, Joey Mellen, and their infant son, Rock.
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She is a successful painter, and she and Joey have an art gallery
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in a fashionable street of the King's Road. Another of her talents
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is for politics. At the last two General Elections she stood for
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Parliament in Chelsea, more than doubling her vote on the second
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occasion from 49 to 139. It does not sound much, but the cause
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for which she stands is unfamiliar and lacks obvious appeal.
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Feilding and her voters demand that trepanning operations be made
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freely available on the National Health. Trepanation means cutting
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a hole in your skull.
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The founder of the trepanation movement is a Dutch savant, Dr
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Bart Hughes. In 1962 he made a discovery which his followers proclaim
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as the most significant in modern times. One's state and degree of
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consciousness, he realized, are related to the volume of blood in
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the brain. According to his theory of evolution, the adoption of
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an upright stance brought certain benefits to the human race, but
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it caused the flow of blood through the head to be limited by
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gravity, thus reducing the range of human consciousness. Certain
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parts of the brain ceased or reduced their functions while others,
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particularly those parts relating to speech and reasoning, became
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emphasized in compensation. One can redress the balance by a number
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of methods, such as standing on one's head, jumping from a hot bath
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into a cold one, or the use of drugs; but the wider consciousness
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thus obtained is only temporary. Bart Hughes shared the common goal
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of mystics and poets in all ages: he wanted to achieve permanently
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the higher level of vision, which he associated with an increased
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volume of blood in the capillaries of the brain.
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The higher state of mind he sought was that of childhood. Babies
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are born with skulls unsealed, and it is not until one is an adult
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that the bony carapace is formed which completely encloses the
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membranes surrounding the brain and inhibits their pulsations in
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repsonse to heart-beats. In consequence, the adult loses touch with
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the dreams, imagination and intense perceptions of the child. His
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mental balance becomes upset by egoism and neuroses. To cure these
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problems, first in himself and then for the whole world, Dr Huges
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returned his cranium to something like the condition of infancy by
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cutting out a small disc of bone with an electric drill. Experiencing
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immediate beneficial effects from this operation, he began preaching
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to anyone who would listen to the doctrine of trepanation. By
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liberating his brain from its total imprisonment in his skull, he
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claimed to have restored its pulsations, increased the volume of
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blood in it and acquired a more complete, satisfying state of
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consciousness than grown-up people normally enjoy. The medical and
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legal authorities reacted to Huges's discovery with horror and
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rewarded him with a spell in a Dutch lunatic asylum.
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Joseph Mellen met Bart Huges in 1965 in Ibiza and quickly became
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his leading, or rather one and only, disciple. Years later he wrote
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a book called _Bore Hole_, the contents of which are summarized in
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its opening sentence: 'This is the story of how I came to drill a
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hole in my skull to get permanently high.' ...(a few paragraphs
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detail Joseph Mellen's early experiments with LSD, and how he finds
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out about Bart Huges.)
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The time came when Joey felt he had preached enough and that he
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now had to act. He did not agree with Holingshead that the third
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eye was merely a figure of speech, believing in its physical
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attainment through self-trepanation. Support for this can be found
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in archaeology. Skulls of ancient people all over the world give
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evidence that their owners were skillfully trepanned during their
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lifetimes, and many of these appear to have been of noble or priestly
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castes. The medical practice of trepanation was continued up to
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the present century in treatment of madness, the hole in the skull
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being seen as a way of relieving pressure on the brain or letting
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out the devils that possessed it. By his scientific explanation of
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the reasons for the operation, Bart Huges had removed it from the
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area of superstition, and Joey Mellen proposed to be the second
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person to perform it on himself in the interest of enlightenment.
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Bart had become a close friend of Amanda Feilding, and they went
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off to Amsterdam together while Joey took care of Amanda's flat.
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This was the opportunity he had been waiting for to bore a hole in
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his head. The most gripping passages in _Bore Hole_ describe his
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various attempts to complete the operation. They are also extremely
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gruesome, and those who lack medical curiosity would do well to
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read no further. Yet to those who might contemplate trepanation
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for and by themselves, Joey's experiences are a salutary warning.
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It should be empahasized that neither he, Bart nor Amanda has ever
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recommended people to follow their example by performing their own
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operations. For years they have been looking for doctors who would
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understand their theories and would agree to trepan volunteer
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patients as a form of therapy Strangely enough, not one member of
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the medical profession has been converted.
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In a surgical store Joey found a trepan instrument, a kind of auger
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or cork- screw designed to be worked by hand. It was much cheaper
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and, Joey felt, more sensitive than an electric drill. Its main
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feature was a metal spike, surrounded by a ring of saw-teeth. The
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spike was meant to be driven into the skull, holding the trepan
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steady until the revolving saw made a groove, after which it could
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be retracted. If all went well, the saw-band should remove a disc
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of bone and expose the brain.
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Joey's first attempt at self-trepanation was a fiasco. He had no
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previous medical experience, and the needles he had bought for
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administering a local anaesthetic to the crown of his head proved
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to be too thin and crumpled up or broke. Next day he obtained some
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stouted needles, took a tab of LSD to steady his nerves and set to
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in earnest. First he made an incision to the bone, and then applied
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the trepan to his bared skull. But the first part of the operation,
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driving the spike into the bone, was impossible to accomplish.
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Joey described it as like trying to uncork a bottle from the inside.
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He realized he needed help and telephoned Bart in Amsterdam, who
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promised he would come over and assist at the next operation. This
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plan was frustrated by the Home Office, which listed Dr Huges as
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an undesirable visitor to Britain and barred his entry.
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Amanda agreed to take his place. Soon after her return to London
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she helped Joey re-open the wound in his head and, by pressing the
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trepan with all her might against his skull, managed to get the
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spike to take hold and the saw- teeth to bite. Joey then took over
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at cranking the saw. Once again he had swallowed some LSD. After
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a long period of sawing, just as he was about to break through, he
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suddenly fainted. Amanda called an ambulance and he was taken to
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hospital, where horrified doctors told him that he was lucky to be
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alive and that if he had drilled a fraction of an inch further he
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would have killed himself.
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The psychiatrists took a particular interest in his case, and a
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group of them arranged to examine him. Before this could be done,
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he had to appear in court on a charge of possessing a small amount
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of cannabis. The magistrate demanded another psychiatrist's report
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and demanded him for a week in prison.
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There followed a period of embarrassment as the rumour went round
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London that Joey Mellen had trepanned himself, whereas in fact he
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had failed to do so. As soon as possible, therefore, he prepared
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for a third attempt. Proceeding as before, but now with the benefit
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of experience, he soon found the groove from the previous operation
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and began to saw through the sliver of bone separating him from
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enlightenment or, as the doctors had predicted, instant death. What
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followed is best quoted from _Bore Hole_.
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'After some time there was an ominous sounding schlurp and the
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sound of bubbling. I drew the trepan out and the gurgling continued.
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It sounded like air bubbles running under the skull as they were
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pressed out. I looked at the trepan and there was a bit of bone in
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it. At last! On closer inspection I saw that the disc of bone was
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much deeper on one side than on the other. Obviously the trepan
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had not been straight and had gone through at one point only, then
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the piece of bone had snapped off and come out. I was reluctant to
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start drilling again for fear of damaging the brain membranes with
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the deeper part while I was cutting through the rest or of breaking
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off a splinter. If only I had an electric drill it would have been
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so much simpler. Amanda was sure I was through. There seemed no
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other explanation for the schlurping noises I decided to call it
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a day. At the time I thought that any hole would do, no matter what
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size. I bandaged up my head and cleared away the mess.'
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There was still doubt in his mind as to whether he had really broken
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through and, if so, whether the hole was big enough to restore
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pulsation to his brain. The operation had left him with a feeling
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of wellbeing, but he realized that it could simply be from relief
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at having ended it. To put the matter beyond doubt, he decided to
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bore another hole at a new spot just above the hairline, this time
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using an electric drill. In the spring of 1970, Amanda was in
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America and Joey did the operation alone. He applied the drill to
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his forehead, but after half and hour's work the electric cable
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burnt out. Once again he was frustrated. An engineer in the flat
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below him was able to repair the instrument and next day he set
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out to finish the job. 'This time I was not in any doubt. The
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drill head went at least an inch deep through the hole. A great
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gush of blood followed my withdrawal of the drill. In the mirror
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I could see the blood in the hole rising and falling with the
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pulsation of the brain.'
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The result was all he had hoped for. During the next four hours he
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felt his spirits rising higher until he reached a state of freedom
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and serenity which he claims, has been with him ever since.
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For some time now he had been sharing a flat with Amanda, and when
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she came back from America she immediately noticed the change in
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him. This encouraged her to join him on the mental plane by doing
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her own trepanation. The operation was carefully recorded. She had
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obtained a cine-camera, and Joey stood by, filming, as she attacked
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her head with an electric drill. The film shows her carefully at
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work, dressed in a blood-spattered white robe. She shaves her head,
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makes an incision in her head with a scalpel and calmly starts
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drilling. Blood spurts as she penetrates the skull. She lays aside
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the drill and with a triumphant smile advances towards Joey and
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the camera. Ever since, Joey and amanda have lived and worked
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together in harmony. From the business of buying old prints to
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colour and resell, they have progressed to ownership of the Pigeonhole
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Gallery and seem reasonably prosperous. They have also started a
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family. There is nothing apparently abnormal about them, and many
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of their old friends agree in finding them even more pleasant and
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contented since their operations. There is plenty of leisure in
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their lives, mingled with the kind of activities they most enjoy.
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These of course include talking and writing about trepanation. They
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have lectured widely in Europe and America to groups of doctors
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and other interested people, showing the film of Amanda's
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self-operation, entitled _Heartbeat in the Brain_. It is generally
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received with awe, the sight of blood often causing people to faint.
|
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At one showing in London a film critic described the audience
|
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'dropping off their seats one by one like ripe plums'. Yet it was
|
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not designed to be gruesome. The soundtrack is of soothing music,
|
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and the surgical scenes alternate with some delightful motion
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studies of Amanda's pet pigeon, Birdie, as a symbol of peace and
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wisdom."
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Bill jacobs
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I've got seven holes in my skull.
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_______________________________________________________________________
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William Jacobs | Someday we'll look back on all this
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Astronomy Dept., San Diego State and plow into a parked car.
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bjacobs@ucssun1.sdsu.edu
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--
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Tom Jennings -- tomj@wps.com -- World Power Systems -- San Francisco, Calif.
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The Little Garden -- admin@admin.tlg.rg.net -- S.F. Bay Area Internetwork
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--
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Tom Jennings -- tomj@wps.com -- World Power Systems -- San Francisco, Calif.
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The Little Garden -- admin@admin.tlg.rg.net -- S.F. Bay Area Internetwork
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[ Part 7: "Attached Text" ]
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Subject: Joanna Went! (fwd)
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>From tomj Sat Dec 18 13:56:03 1993
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From: tomj (Tom Jennings)
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Message-Id: <9312182155.AA03156@wps.com>
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Subject: Joanna Went!
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To: shit-list
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Date: Sat, 18 Dec 1993 13:55:57 -0800 (PST)
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Wow!
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Josh found a flyer a few weeks ago that read:
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1993 anti-christmas SPECTACULAR!
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featuring
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LA performance diva and splatter performance legend
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JOHANNA WENT
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international noise combo
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POO POO BOMB
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with MATTHEW & REJOICE! PIBLOKTO!
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and special guest: RODNEY
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HORROR! NOISE! MESS! RELIGION!
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At the Purple Onion, north beach, etc
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10 pm Friday, December 17th
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$5
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The Purple Onion is an ancient 50's jazz club or something, actually
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a really neat place; a small stage, with booths and tables around
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it, and a dance floor in front of the stage. Bar (beer & wine) in
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one corner. It's in a basement. Very cozy.
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Piblokto opened. 1982 new wave! Guitarist in a bunny suit, bass
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player wrapped in wrapping paper (ribbons and all), woman drummer,
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and woman singer in a sheer brown "doe" costume. She was actually
|
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better than her band, which was rather uninspired in spite of the
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costumes. But it really sounded like the B side of some 7" punk
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single you'd find fallen down inside the wall of some South of
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Market warehouse.
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Matthew and Rejoice were two guys in waiter/religious proseletyzer
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drag (black pants and shoes, white shirt, slicked back hair,
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restrained and overly cheerful demeanor, little gold crosses) who
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did umm, basically one of those Jee-zus gosh-golly stage shows.
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They went through the audience handing out Chick comics ("THE
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ANGELS") and giving sincere handshakes.
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Back on stage, they lip-synced to religous theme songs (sung by
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children...), gushed about Jesus said to Timothy... then couldn't
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find their place in the bible... Break out into song (Matthew
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stepping to the front of the stage to lip-sync the solos by the
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little religious chilredn on the tape), making numerous references
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to "lifestyle" blather and normalcy and such, occasionally pointing
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to Josh and me (the two fags in the place), but never getting in
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the slightest mean. They didn't drop character the whole time. It
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was very sick and very funny.
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Then this woman comes out. She looked like her older sister was
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Exine Cervenka, and Greta S. her younger sister. Black strech
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tights, top and skirt, think reddish hair with bangs made her face
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seem small. An amazing sound track behind her, industrial scary
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power trance stuff, occasional muffled groans into the mike, she
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puts on a series of odd hats, bags over her head. We were both
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thinkign and Josh said, gee, this is very Johanna-like, what an
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odd choice.
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It got weirder and weirder. The music got more intense, and I
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noticed the huge boxes of props. Her props became more demented,
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and I find it impossible to describe them; they were disturbing
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mixes and blurs of obvious and non-obvious things with loaded
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meanings. She had a sign board behind her, with words written on
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them, that periodically she'd flip over to reveal the next underneath,
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that gave a sort of check-point, though usually tangential or
|
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not-yet-expressed, to the... thing unfolding. She put on a huge
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ugly single tit, gnawed at the nipple, which extended into a hideous
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black snake, dangling and shaking, she bit off the end and a gross
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brownish liquid spread aver her, she rubbed it all over.
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It became obvious, oh, this *is* Johanna Went! She looks *so*
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totally different that her pictures in INDUSTRIAL CULTURE!
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She underwent transformation after transformation, donning funny
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and sick costumes. There was some sort of narrative or something
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just under the surface, though I wasn unable to make it explicit.
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Sex and death and her body and ugliness and giant tampons, mean
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men who wanted to fuck her, sticky fluids, four quarts of blood,
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pleasure, craziness, it wound up and up, there was a fascination
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to it that lrevented you from looking away though that would never
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ahd occurred to me. She started off somewhat self conscious, and
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goofy, and ended up in a trance, moving about the stage fluidly
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but posessed. Her vocal stuff got more distance and scary.
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The final scene-thing, she flipped the final board, and it read,
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"He wanted to fuck me in the ass, and beat me up, so I KILLED THEM",
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she fucked happy boy, the life-size red silky manthing, with a
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round flat yellow head with a smiley-face-inspired horror, impaled
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on a stand so that it stood at an uncomfortable-looking angle,
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after pulling out his stand/pole so he slumped over a table; she
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had on a huge, hideous, reptilian penis-thing which she was tuggging,
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stroking, and chewing on the end, over and over, the tip got longer
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and harder and finally, after chewing the very tip off, it exuded
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sticky gunk, and in a frenzy, fucked the slumped-over happy boy,
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screaming, "he wanted to fuck me in th eass, and beat me up, SO I
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KILLED HIM".
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Yeow! So Iraya and I went *immediately* and asked, "can we be your
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fans?" and Iraya asked, are you doing other shows in the area, etc,
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and Johanna, looking tired, and disassembling some of her props by
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putting her foot on one part and yanking with two hands, said no,
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this was the only show, she likes to do clubs because they're small,
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but she really wants to be able to to her full show (!) and neess
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more space. She said she's been sick all year, and hasn't performed
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in years (I think she said).
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Iraya and I briefly talked about doing a show, the chance I guess
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is slim, but not impossible, I mena, we've both been involved in
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such things. It would be an amazing thing. We got her phone number,
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then she said she was tired, and had to get stuff clean up. Bye!
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Wow!
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Next was POO POO BOMB. Two tiny tables with junky electronic doodads,
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behind each some housey looking person. They noises made were really
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elementary, sounding like indulgent art-stoont stuff from... 82.
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The "performance" was by "Nurse Poo Poo", and it was pretty silly.
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It was deafning too. It was "performance art", ie. boxes of kid's
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toys, a scarecrow like thing Nruse hacked up w th a saw, etc. Very
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messy. Very bad choice to follow up Johanna with. But it at least
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wasn't in the slightest pretentious. In fact, the whole night was
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fun and goofy.
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I somehow forgot to say how funny Johanna's thing was. I mean, I
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laughed thruogh most of it. It was intentionally funny, but almost
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no one was laughing. Too bad!
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Special Guest never showed, or we were unable to discern him/her from
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the background.
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--
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Tom Jennings -- tomj@wps.com -- World Power Systems -- San Francisco, Calif.
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From max@sentex.net Wed Jan 16 09:10:37 2002
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Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2001 17:28:47 -0400
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From: Sylvia Morscher <max@sentex.net>
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To: tomj@wps.com
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Subject: old files
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[ Part 2: "Attached Text" ]
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Subject: Re: HEY WOW!>?
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To: max@exlibris.tdkcs.waterloo.on.ca (Sylvia Maxwell)
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In-Reply-To: <o5g49B1w165w@exlibris.tdkcs.waterloo.on.ca> from "Sylvia Maxwell" at Aug 30, 93 02:13:11 pm
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> Now i have
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> TWO pieces of paper plus envelopes with YOUR actual handwriting
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> on them. I've been showing off your publications to gay activist
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> friends, and especially to slightly narrow people who miraculously
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> tolerate me. I didn't know you had a component car (rover?), and
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> i LOVE that picture of Jesus with a little friend.
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THat, plus a dollar (US :-) will buy you a cup of coffee... :-)
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Many gay activist types disliked HOMOCORE, because it implicitly and
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sometimes explicitly criticized the assimilationist agenda, and threw
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darts and the handsome-white-hunk mentality. Tough tootsies for them, I
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say. I hate disco!
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My Rambler sometimes annoys me... especially lately. It's a lot of work.
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Mostly because I keep fucking with it. I added an outboard tank so I can
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carry 28 gals of fuel. I am having problems with mileage (down to about
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14, should be 17). But I'm going on another road trip next week, to New
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Mexico. I will eventually move there, or close to it.
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The bejeezus thing, really did come from a x-tian babble book. Amazing!
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> There's a relic of a burned-out building, shaped like a pit with
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> rubble in it on the main drag of here, next to the East End
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> Tavern. We're going to rent some floodlights and hang paintings
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> in it one evening. The guy from the gallery down the street, Keith,
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> is planning to get a friend to play classical piano in the bottom
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> of the pit. I want to walk around in a tuxedo and gloves, or
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> maybe a thrift-store backless black satin depression era ball
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> gown with steel stilletto heels, and offer hors d'oeuvres on a tray.
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My friend Duke and I did a slide show on a burned-out building. There
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had been a big politially-motivated arson, and so of course everyone
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though it was related. Nope. It was just slides of funny pictures,
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skateboarding, etc. We had a boombox playing unrelated music, and we
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handed out flyers for some show or something. Everyone just assumed
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signifigance. When we told them no, there was nothing going on except a
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slide show, no one believed us. It went on until the police came by,
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asked us what was going on, and I think eventually asked us to move
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along... it was on a side street so not many people came, but it was
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fun.
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I strongly recommend you do your art show in the pit! It will be fun!
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> That icky conversation about burning bodies was actually a long
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> debate about how beurocracy does or doesn't whatever. I didn't
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> get it, it made no sense to me, so i started writing e-mail instead.
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> i wrote a bit more, like a play, while they were talking, then
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> showed it to them, and they seemed to like it/be amused....very
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> wierd scene.... Seems like anything, when taken SERIOUSLY,
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> becomes impossibly complicated.
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Hmmm... yes I took it seriously, I guess I should not have, the
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apparent subject seemed serious... this reminds me of this slideshow
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we did... :-)
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> i have to make a painting for you and mail it. If i send it to
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> 55 Rondel, sf, 94103, will you get it? Mail art. Except i might
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> not mail it until after an opening, because it has to be a good
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> one and i want to put the good ones in the pit for a day. And
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> you could always give it to someone if you don't want it.
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Yes!!! Wow! I'd be honored to receive one of your paintings!!!
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>From tdkcs!uunet.ca!fido.wps.com!tomj Sun Dec 19 20:15:31 1993 remote from exlibris
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Subject: mail
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Just sent you some archived shit-list stuff. I just started srchiving
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everything that goes to shit-list. (Some people I work with archive
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every piece of mail through their system in all areas, and I know they
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do 100+ per week... ouch!)
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Subject: RESEND: Pigdog Mailing List DIGEST for 12.8.93 (fwd)
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>From tjames@netcom.com Wed Dec 8 02:36:25 1993
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Date: Wed, 8 Dec 1993 02:34:04 -0800 (PST)
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From: Tjames Madison <tjames@netcom.com>
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Subject: RESEND: Pigdog Mailing List DIGEST for 12.8.93
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PIGDOG MAILING LIST DIGEST #2
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December 8, 1993
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(c)1993 Pigdog Magazine
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Thirteen years ago on this date, frail, housebroken British singer John
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Lennon was offed by a crazy guy with ridiculous glasses, which prompted
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Howard Cosell to burst into tears in front of an audience of millions on
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ABC-TV's "Monday Night Football"
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Therefore, this is going to be known as the "Mark David Chapman" issue.
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DISCONTENTS
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1. Science From Beyond the Grave, by RatSnatcher
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2. A Day In The Life Of John_-_Winston
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3. Crazy From the Heat, by Tjames Madison
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4. REVIEW: The Vinnie Vincent Invasion, by Joshus
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5. Powerful Copy Machines I Have Used, by TJM
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6. Fast Dirty Food, by Flesh
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7. Some Guy Gets Excited About Superman
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8. Some Vaguely Threatening Babble About Pets
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9. Murdock's Crazy Ideas About Cheating
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10. LETTERS, WE GET LETTERS
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Pretty slow week. I think everyone must be out washing their pets or
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something. I've taken the liberty of digging through the musty Pigdog
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Morgue to bring you good people most of this stuff. Some of it is even
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interesting. (Notice that I've attempted to overcome the lack of quality
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by offering LOTS of crap....)
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Next week will be better...everyone will send me their most wittiest and
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cherished love poems that they write to themselves when they're standing
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in the bathroom, naked, and looking at themselves in a full-length
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mirror. If you are female, you will be extra-descriptive. And if you
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don't do me this one little thing that I ask, I must request that you
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deliver to me a puppy dog, for Christmas, wrapped up in a big red bow.
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Thank you.
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1. The Tesla2 Files, by RatSnatcher
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(This was originally written for Pigdog Magazine. It got lost somewhere
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along the way, probably because Zach didn't want to have anything to do
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with it after awhile. This is possibly owing to the fact that his crazy
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Uncle kept pounding Tesla into his head for months and months...even
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trying to lure him into attending a bizarre TeslaCon in Colorado. We must
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have Zach "explain" his Uncle someday. All I know is that he used to be a
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world class chef who was Head Chef at one point for the Queen Elizabeth
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II. He was also a crazy Berkeley hippie, and one day he went WACKO and
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decided to give up everything to build a Tesla Coil. Well...this is sort
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of explained in the story. I don't know how much I want to believe...the
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prospects are too terrifying.)
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Science from Beyond the Grave:
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The Chronicles of Tesla 2
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By R. Snatcher
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Can a ghost scientist possess a living creature, and through that
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creature, continue scientific research?
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For some time now, my Uncle has been obsessed with building the
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lost inventions of a 19th century mad scientist named Nicola Tesla.
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It didn't seem like a mistake, at the time, to give my Uncle
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one of my special books about Nicola Tesla. I had no inkling that a book
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could be a tool of possession, and I had no Idea that my uncle would take
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it upon himself to carry on Tesla's weird line of research, and
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eventually become Tesla. But now I know.
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There isn't much resemblance on the surface. My uncle wears
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baseball caps and drinks cheap beer, for instance, while Tesla used to
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wear cheap three piece suits and drink prissy cocktail wine, but it's the
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determination, and overwhelming will to build bizarre, and sometimes
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dangerous inventions that makes them one in the same.
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I realized this was on the return trip from the worst part of
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Emeryville. I was in the shot-gun seat of my uncles green 1970's Ford LTD
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sedan, which is a strange car because of its metric measurements on the
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speedometer and other gauges. Stranger, we were on our way back from
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picking up a specially designed part for the new Tesla Coil that my uncle
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is building. I'm not sure why, maybe it's destined to be this way, but
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when ever he builds these devices, he insists that Special Ed and I come
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along to document every detail. Ed sat in the back seat videotaping the
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burned-out ghetto crack homes, and passing traffic with his Sony
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CCD-FX710 Hi-8 machine. I was holding a $300 piece of PVC pipe. Actually
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it was the rather expensive main piece of my Uncles new Tesla Coil.
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He had this part specially built at a machine shop. It took him 2
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weeks to find a shop that would take the job because nobody wanted it--it
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was too weird. As it turned out, it took 3 men on a lathe 6 hours to
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complete, and when we arrived, the shop boss looked relieved that someone
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was actually coming in to pay for the thing. Anyone would have to admit
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that the finished piece is beautiful. Hundreds of feet of pure copper
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wire was wrapped around a piece of PVC pipe. An equal amount of
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mono-filament fishing line was wrapped in between each rotation of the
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copper so that it never touches itself. The finished product gleams like
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a golden baseball bat. It's someday going to be the main amplifying coil,
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the part of the Tesla Coil where thousands of volts of electricity will
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be assembled and finally sent up to a copper toilet-bowel float that will
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shoot lightening bolts through the air at anything that can conduct
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electricity.
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Ed has this on tape. We asked him why in the hell he's building a
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Tesla Coil. He cocked his Canon Laser baseball cap at us and roared
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laughter over the throaty Ford engine. "Because I'm fucking CRAZY! That's
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why." he said. And we knew he was. But then he went into a wide-eyed sort
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of trance and he told us a bizarre story. You see, my Uncle believes that
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Nicola Tesla was assassinated--run over with a car--because he was going
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to give the world plentiful free power.
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A Tesla coil is a device that looks similar to a Van Der Graf
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machine, but instead of making your hair defy gravity with static
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discharges, a Tesla coil flings off electrons in extremely low frequency
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(ELF) waves. They supposedly can light up fluorescent lights without
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wires, and be used as electrical weapons to fry people, or just people's
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brains. Nicola Tesla wanted to light entire cities with a giant ber-coil.
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He wanted to transmit gobs of power through the air, and he was also
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developing a way to harness the Earth's electromagnetic field as a source
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of power. With these technologies he would light up the world, and maybe
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control it. For that, the power companies came in with their secret
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police and had him run down in the street. Then his papers were seized by
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every imaginable secret government agency.
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Tesla is now operating from beyond the grave, through my Uncle,
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to continue his research and his quest for free energy.
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You must realize that my uncle is not a mad-scientist by trade.
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He started out as a chef, and as far as far as I know, he always was a
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chef, until late in 1992, right after I gave him my Tesla book. In the
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fall of 1992 he bought a giant personal computer system. A machine so
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lavish, that it would make any engineer sweat. Then he loaded it up with
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CAD programs. Right after that, he signed up for tons of electronics
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correspondence classes. Nobody understood why. I especially didn't
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understand. He locked himself away for months with vast amounts of
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electronic parts and Budweiser. And it was only later that I realized he
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was building Tesla Coils and other devices. Now his apartment is one
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giant electronics dump. There are soldering irons, voltage meters, ohm
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meters, and various other electrical tools laying everywhere. He went
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from chef to mad-scientist in only four months.
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"I just feel that theres something terribly wrong," my uncle
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says as we pull into the parking lot of his favorite bowling Alley/Bar.
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"We all missed something back there. Tesla's research hasn't been taken
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advantage of. He had the answer. There's something there, and I'm going
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to find it."
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I think he will find it. Tesla 2 is here, and I must document
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this on-going Tesla ghost story in Pigdog.
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When he throws the switch on "the big one" I'll be there, and so
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will Pigdog. When my uncle, Ed, and I (Tesla Team 3) go to clandestine
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meetings with strange engineers and shadowy government insiders, we'll
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get it all on hidden camera, and write it down here.
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2. John_-_Winston: A Life
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(john_-_winston's name is familiar to anyone who's wandered into
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alt.alien.visitors...he's a crazy guy from Milpitas who claims to have
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made contact with Giant Aliens who park their ships in craters in Nevada
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and on top of mountains like Mt. Lassen. "They're not here to hurt us,"
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he soothes us; "they only want to prevent us from destroying ourselves,"
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which is why Winston claims that these Big-Headed Aliens have been in
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close contact with every president since Harry Truman. Winston gets a lot
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of his stuff from the "Weekly World News," all of which he reports as
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science fact. He crossposts HUGE amounts of nonsense all over the net,
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which invariably results in three or four snapper-headed wannabe
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net.policemen vowing to get him "kicked off the net" every week. I kind
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of like him. If I had a crazy uncle like RatSnatcher, I would want him to
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be john_-_winston. JW can be reached at John_-_Winston@cup.portal.com)
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Subject: A Day In The Life Of John Winston.
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Many years ago, just after the Watts Riot and the so-called Gas
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Crisis I was on my way just past Redwood City, Calif. to make a record
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about UFOs when I noticed a person in a car beside the road. Something
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told me that I should stop and see if the person needed help. The
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person turned out to be a member of a certain race of people. He turned
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out to be a man who had been stabbed by his girlfriend a few days
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before and he had a bandage on his arm. He said that he had been travel-
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ing on his way to San Francisco with a friend and the person had been
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stopped by a policeman, found to have had a warrant on him, and had been
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thrown in jail. This young man had then been in a position that he had
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to drive on along. The car had run out of gas and wouldn't start. After
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telling me this I suggested that he come in the car with me.
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He hopped in and we started in the opposite direction to my house in
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Milpitas. I then started talking like a person possessed, about UFOs.
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I mentioned to him that the people in the flying saucers were making
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themselves known and seen more since 1947 because we had been experi-
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menting with atomic bombs and were about to start setting off H-bombs
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which might very well blow up our planet and affect other planets. They
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were here to try to stop us from doing that because one of our planets
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that was called Maldek was blown up in ancient history and is now the
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meteorite belt.
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I then explained that the space people who are hear are from many
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places such as Venus, Mars, Jupiter and a bunch more places. Some of
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them look like us and can walk among without looking any different from
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other people but most of them have to go through a change in dimension
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before they can be in the physical form.
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I told him many other things. I filled him up with food and it just
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so happened that I had saved away 5 gallons of gasoline. We then went
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back, put the gas in his car and got it started. He then said, "This
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is a miracle." I then asked him what he meant. He then explained
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that as he was stranded on the side of the road he looked up in the sky
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and said, "Space people, if you are really up there, please send some-
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one to come and give me some food, get this car going and tell me the
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truth about UFOs. You then came along." I then explained that this sort
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of thing happens to me quite a bit since I was given two spiritual
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masters on the side of Mt. Shasta to give me guidance and I volunteered
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to let the space people also work through me.
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He then seemed happy and went on his way.
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John Winston.
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3. james watt, by Tjames Madison
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(I'm sensing a trend here, with all these stories about crazy middle-aged
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men. Perhaps. But the following story really happened. Another reject
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from Pigdog #3)
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When I was 12 years old, an old widower named James Watt (not
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that one) was having a nice dinner for himself of peas and corned beef on
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night, watching reruns of "Mayberry RFD," when something essential in his
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head snapped for good. I don't know if it was Ken Berry's awful acting,
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or maybe his peas were too mushy, or maybe even he saw a horrific image
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of his dead wife's clutching, skeletal hands coming out of the tv set
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toward him: I don't know. Maybe all three. Whatever it was he was gone.
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He stood up, a small slop of drool clinging to his lower lip. A napkin
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was tucked neatly into his white undershirt like a bib. He lurched toward
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the front door of his tiny bachelor's apartment and, maybe pausing to see
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if he might reclaim his mind from the precarious ledge it was teetering
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on, maybe not, he reached for the doorknob and shook it open. He fell to
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the railing outside his second floor apartment. He begin to sing, in a
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loud, tuneless voice. People, including me, came out of their apartments
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to stare at him. He continued singing for some time. It was 7:30 p.m.
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Quite a crowd gathered. After he tired of singing, he began to chant, and
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mumble, chant and mumble, in dual cacaphony. His rap went something about
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flies and insects raking out his eyeballs, and his chanting had to do
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with the Northeast. He seemed to be driving a bus at times, the next
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minute he was leading his platoon, in his war. Eventually th chanting and
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the singing and the mumbling just stopped. He gripped the rail and
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wavered there for a brief instant...in slow motion time he tilted to and
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fro and you could see from the ground that every vein in his neck was
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stressed to the limit -- he looked like a hot dog left too long in a
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microwave. He looked down, at himself, he didn't know anyone was watching
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him. He noticed that his right hand held a knife. He held it before his
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face and began to shriek at the universe, naming off a long litany of
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complaints, too long to list. It wasn't even words he was hollering, his
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face beet red and sweaty, it was just sounds and fury and construction. I
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believe he was being tried on another plane. I believe he believed he had
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been done a great injustice.
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Hours later, James Watt still stands at the railing. Past
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midnight now, James Watt still stands, brandishing his butter knife with
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utter futility. The knife has become his Excalibur.
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Everyone else has lost interest, wandered back inside on this
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warm June night in Los Angeles, turned on their televisions loud angainst
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the angry red man on the railing. I kept peeking through the curtains,
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mostly wondering if he would fall or jump or try to attack someone with
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his silly knife. And he wouldn't shut up. Finally I, too, lost interest
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and closed the curtains for good and went and sat down, and when I did I
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just...waited. I felt sorry for Mr. Watt, but I was too young to know
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why. It just seemed like a terrible thing, for a man to snap like that
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and lose himself.
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The police eventually came, in the morning, and they pried James
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Watt's white-knuckled hands from the railing, and from the butter knife.
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He didn't even notice they had come, and when they led him away from
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everything that he used to call home, he didn't protest or say a word,
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except: "gah."
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I never heard about him, ever again. He drove a bus, that's all I know.
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"You lose yourself
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You reappear
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You suddenly find you've got nothing to fear
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Yet a question in your nerves is lit
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And you know there is no answer fit
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To satisfy
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Ensure you not to quit
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That it is not he or she or them or it
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That you belong to."
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--Zimmerman
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4. Brushes With Near Greatness!
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(Okay, so that last one was sort of lame. I must have been listening to
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Enya when I wrote it. This next one will turn those frowns upside down,
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however. This is Joshus^H^H^HJoshua, writing about some horrible 70s band
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I barely remember. I do remember KISS, though. I recall being in Music
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class in 7th grade and having "Show and Tell Day." Most of us brought
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things like "The New Mouseketeers" or "Shaun Cassidy." The black kid
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brought in "Brick House" by the Commodores, and we danced, after a white
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fashion. But the Bad Kid, he brought "KISS ALIVE II". I think some little
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girls cried when he put that on. Big scary makeup and platform
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shoes...Jesus what a bad introduction to "heavy metal." I just remember
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the first line of the album: "YOU WANT THE BEST YOU GOT THE BEST...THE
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HOTTEST BAND IN THE WORLD: ***KISS***!!!" And seque into "God of Thunder"
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or some tripe. I don't remember which song, exactly, because I was busy
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trying to look up Miss Carter's red dress...oh my. My first teacher
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crush. She even spoke FRENCH.
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Years later I bought "KISS DOUBLE PLATINUM" for two bucks at Target. I
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still feel ripped off.)
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>From luriete@nextnet.ccs.csus.edu Tue Dec 7 22:44:57 1993
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Date: Thu, 2 Dec 93 14:46:50 PST
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From: joshus lurie-terrell <luriete@nextnet.ccs.csus.edu>
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Subject: Vinnie Vincent Invasion
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VINNIE VINCENT INVASION
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line up: Marc Slaughter (vocals)
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Vinnie Vincent (guitar)
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Dana Strum (bass)
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Bobby Rock (drums)
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In 1977, singer (!) and guitarplayer Vinnie Cusano, alias Vinnie Vincent,
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records with his band Treasure a good, melodic rock album. In '82 this talented
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guitarplayer joins the mega-band Kiss, he does only stay for two albums. He
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rather focusses his mind on an own band, in which he will be boss, concerning
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guitarplay and compositions. He finds some other musicians to join him:
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bassplayer Dana Strum (ex-Ozzy), singer Robert Fleischman (ex-Journey/Channel)
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and drummer Bobby Rock. The debut album is a great mid-tempo heavy metal-LP,
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with beautiful and high vocals of Fleischman, to which Vinnie's guitar
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waterfalls in style of Joshua Perahia seem a bit uncontrolled. Despite the big
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amount of money that's invested in the band by their record company, Vinnie
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Vincent's Invasion doesn't become a major metl band. Robert Fleischman leaves
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after the first album and is replaced by Marc Slaughter. The second album has
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a bit more controlled guitarplay and Marc's vocals are in line of Robert's.
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Again a great album, but it doesn't become the wanted breakthrough. De
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V.V.Invasion even splits up and it's not shure wether Vinnie tries to create a
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new line up or not. Anyway, his record company gives him the key of the street.
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albums: Invasion (Chrysalis '86)
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All Systems Go (Chrysalis '88)
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5. The Ballad of Johhny 5090
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(This is more drivel I wrote about copy machines during a stretch where I
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worked 11 out of 12 days. I don't know why I bothered. I mean...copy
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machines? Another REJECT from Pigdog #3)
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BUILDING THE BETTER BEAST
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(Our Expert Rates the New Crop of High Volume Duplicating Machines)
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Deep in the belly of every Xerox 5090 Photocopier hides a tiny, powerful
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mini-brain known as an ElectroMobe. This small, but utterly efficient,
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microchip is the nerve center of the machine that many call the greatest
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copier ever made. A vast network of recessed sensors deployed inside the
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copier relay the slightest aberration to the 'Mobe, which then, aping the
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human mind that conceived of it, sends a termination signal to the main
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processing unit. A piece of paper gone even 2 degrees askance will shut
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the machine down instantly, thanks to the ever-vigilant work of the
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ElectroMobe Brain. There is, quite simply, nothing else like it at work
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anywhere in the world.
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Which brings us to the state of copying technology at the present time.
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After a long stasis, which saw companies like Canon and Kodak bringing
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belching monsters to the fore time and time again to forge a lead in the
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stagnant marketplace, Xerox introduced in 1991 the 5090, and has not
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looked back since. Quite literally, its competitors have been left far
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behind. The 5090 is the Anvil on which the plain paper revolution of the
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1990's is being forged.
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The 5090's specs are truly terrifying. 170 copies per minute. A reliable
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duplex tray which can hold up to 200 sheets at a time. A dual
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finisher/stacker, which can contain up to four "sets" in progress while
|
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collating and finishing to send to an automatic stacker tray. An
|
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ingenious hot glue binding system that does in one versatile package,
|
|
almost as an afterthought, what messy, inconvenient machines costing many
|
|
thousands of dollars once were required for. An ultra-sensitive Automatic
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Document Handler (ADH) that can hold nearly 300 sheets at once, and can
|
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run both extremely heavy (cardstock) and light (thermal) weights of
|
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paper. Add to that impressive array a complex-though-simple terminal
|
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touch screen, a 3.5 floppy disk drive, and three colossal paper trays
|
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with a combined sheet storage capacity of just under 5000, and you have
|
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what can only be called the Lamborghini of copiers, the Best of the Best.
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Many have tried, but few have succeeded, in duplicating Xerox's success
|
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with this machine. Late 1992 and so far this year have seen an influx of
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supposedly "high-volume" competitors from companies such as Konica and
|
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Minolta, with impressive national ad campaigns to boost sales. The astute
|
|
reader will note that Xerox has yet to air an ad for the 5090; it does
|
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not need one.
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So, in the spirit of fairness, this space has been provided to review
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what the other's have to offer. It is not as a shuck for Xerox that we
|
|
attempt to portray ourselves, yet the fact remains that Xerox has created
|
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something bigger, possibly then themselves; a machine so blindingly
|
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perfect that all others are become without value.
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KODAK
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Kodak's Ektaprint line was a reliable, workhorse copier, for both
|
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high-volume "full-service" work and also for the most menial of small
|
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jobs. In it's time which lasted most of the previous decade the
|
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Ektaprint 235 stood up to all comers, including Xerox's own 5010 and
|
|
5060. Then came the 90's, and the 5090 (and, to a lesser extent, the
|
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5100) have put this fine beast out to a well-deserved pasture.
|
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In truth, the Ektaprint line produced only barely passable solids,
|
|
possessed an ADH constructed like a Polish tank, and had only a paltry
|
|
array of "special features" for jobs which required extra handling. The
|
|
method to switch trays was clunky, and few key operators to this date
|
|
have been able to decipher the secret method to get the 235 to switch
|
|
from letter to legal stapling. Also, the duplex tray was notoriously
|
|
unreliable. The "Suicide Run" was a staple of 235 activity.
|
|
On the other hand, the machine rarely required servicing. In fact, it
|
|
would run until it ran out of ink, and sometimes not then (the only
|
|
method to tell if ink was required was a small red switch inside the
|
|
door, which turned on a tiny light behind the toner container. If you
|
|
could see the light behind the container, then it was time to replace it.)
|
|
Still, some thrifty shops still insist on using this machine even today.
|
|
This is roughly equivalent to choosing an Apple IIe over a Macintosh
|
|
Quadra solely on the basis of cost.
|
|
|
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Early last year Kodak introduced a "competitor" to the 5090 in the form
|
|
of the 535. While still comparitively slow (90 cpm), the 535 does rival
|
|
the 5090 in terms of sheer size. Kodak seems to have adopted a "bigger is
|
|
better" philosophy here. With the full finisher installed, the machine is
|
|
a mammoth 19 feet long, and weighs approximately 17 tons. The controls
|
|
are still basic, and the copies produced retain the Kodak "grainy" feel,
|
|
though the solids are a bit more dependable.
|
|
|
|
While it's tempting to call the 535 an enormous failure from start to
|
|
finish (in that it exceeds the 5090 in no areas at all), there remains a
|
|
niche for Kodak and it's "pay-for-play" leasing policy. The 635 might be
|
|
worth watching for, if they can learn their lessons well. (Though a quick
|
|
scan through the history of Eastman belies this possibility from
|
|
Ektaprint 90 through 535, they have simply taken a mediocre machine and
|
|
made it bigger and louder, without actually improving it.)
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CANON
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I have never trusted Canon or their machines, color copiers excepted.
|
|
They are the antithesis of Kodak. Where Eastman machines are solid and
|
|
armor-plated, Canon's entries have always seemed fragile...high-impact
|
|
plastic in a world which demands flexibility.
|
|
|
|
Their latest entries are more of the same, and they don't even really try
|
|
to compete with the 5090, despite their ads' claims. These cheap machines
|
|
average around 75-90 impressions per minute, and their imaging technology
|
|
is below even Kodak's par. They are unpopular with service bureaus and
|
|
offices requiring high-volume work (except in Japan, where even this is
|
|
changing rapidly; in fact, the 5090 may do there what Ford and GM could
|
|
not in turning the trade balance around). They seem best suited to a
|
|
medium office market requiring a few thousand impressions per day.
|
|
Any idea of Canon challenging Xerox for the high-volume throne is
|
|
laughable at this time.
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MINOLTA, KONICA, RICOH
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|
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See Canon entry, above.
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XEROX
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|
|
|
There is no substitute. After a long, woeful string of popular failures
|
|
(the 5010 was so hated by key operators it became common practice to
|
|
attach pictures of lemons to their frames), Xerox wised up and unleashed
|
|
the aforementioned Better Machine upon an unsuspecting public. Actually,
|
|
the public had some clues to its arrival, namely an extremely heavy and
|
|
expensive internal publicity blitz. Within three days of its release, all
|
|
5090s in existence were booked up for sale or leasing, with a nine-month
|
|
waiting list). Simply put, here was a machine that did what it promised.
|
|
But not without problems. The early release models were full of bugs.
|
|
Software problems were so prevalent in the early days that Xerox
|
|
retrofitted all 5090s with an extra internal RAM card to prevent this
|
|
touchy maintenance issue from reoccurring. Even now, shops with 5090s can
|
|
expect to see their area tech an average of once every 1.7 days. This is
|
|
not to fault the machine. Most, of not all, of the service problems stem
|
|
from the amazing productivity of the machine itself. In the store I work
|
|
in, our two 5090s can expect to see an average of 600,000 impressions
|
|
each, every month. This exceeds the average count on our Kodak machine by
|
|
a 10:1 ratio. That works our to something near 7.2 million copies a year,
|
|
quite impressive indeed. And since Xerox offers total technical support
|
|
during business hours at no charge, the service issue is a small one when
|
|
compared to the benefits of the machine.
|
|
|
|
Not long after the introduction of the 5090 came the 5100, smaller, more
|
|
compact machine not intended as a direct antecedent of the 5090. It can
|
|
supply apprx. 90cpm, and it's main claim to fame lies in its ability to
|
|
do internal 11x17 duplexing, through the ADH. It is not an entirely
|
|
wonderful machine, however, and many shops have abandoned it in favor of
|
|
the far superior 5090.
|
|
|
|
Then there is the Docutech. This machine carries the 5090 chassis and
|
|
engine, features four paper trays, and contains a full-powered 486
|
|
microprocessor in its brain stem. The most notable feature is its ability
|
|
to scan in documents and store them to a 230Mb hard drive for later
|
|
retrieval. The keyop merely punches in the filename and the machine calls
|
|
up the document and begins printing from the specified tray(s), without
|
|
the need for lens flash. This can be useful for large corporations which
|
|
need to print 100,000 copies of the same document each week, or each day,
|
|
but is almost entirely unnecessary for most shops. In fact, the basic
|
|
Docutech does not come with an ADH. Collating a 97-page document would
|
|
require individually hand placing and scanning each page, then setting
|
|
the page order through the terminal.
|
|
|
|
More evil by far are the goons Xerox has hired to promote this machine.
|
|
They know little or nothing about the working of the 5090 gut, yet can
|
|
expound mightily on the hard drive.
|
|
|
|
There are several options currently available to refine the 5090. An
|
|
11x17 document handler, for instance, and a booklet maker are among
|
|
these. With all options installed, the 5090 would stretch some 26 feet long.
|
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|
|
CONCLUSION
|
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|
|
You already have discerned it. When in doubt, go with the 5090. It's got
|
|
a hefty price ($5000/month or so on a fixed 24- or 36-month lease), but
|
|
it's productivity is unrivaled by anything on the planet.
|
|
If Spock wanted a copier, he would pick the 5090.
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-30-
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COPY MANIA
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Madison
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|
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|
|
Quote Of The Week
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|
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>From ror@netcom.com Tue Dec 7 22:46:18 1993
|
|
Date: Sat, 4 Dec 1993 14:16:27 -0800 (PST)
|
|
From: RatSnatcher <ror@netcom.com>
|
|
To: Tim Madison <tjames@netcom.com>
|
|
Subject: Gawd!
|
|
|
|
|
|
You *know* you've been hacking too long when you have dreams like this:
|
|
|
|
This is from alt.folklore.computers:
|
|
|
|
-------------------
|
|
|
|
I've been playing around with fork bombs and similar stuff lately.
|
|
Yesterday (day before yesterday, if you must know) when my alarm clock
|
|
went off, I thought it was spawning new alarm clock processes and I had
|
|
to kill it quickly so it wouldn't fill up the process table and prevent
|
|
me from doing _anything_ about it. The only problem was, there was a
|
|
monitor process that I didn't kill, and every time I killed off one of
|
|
the ring_alarm(x) processes, it would wait 9 minutes then spawn another
|
|
one.
|
|
|
|
............................................................................
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|
|
6. Fresh Vegetables For Rotting Flesh
|
|
|
|
(I've decided to surprise myself and not even read this one. That Flesh
|
|
guy...he's...he's CRAZY.)
|
|
|
|
............................................................................
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|
|
Them's gud etins, jed!
|
|
|
|
One thing that really pisses me off about ALL food critics, is that they
|
|
write about places that don't need it. For example; I used to go to New
|
|
Dawn Cafe, on 16 and Gurerro. Not any more Thanks to the Guardian, we
|
|
can't even get in there now. The food is great, and is served in huge
|
|
amounts (if you order a large plate of home fries, you get enough for
|
|
three people). Now, I can only remember what the food is like. Meanwhile,
|
|
a few blocks down Mission stood Miz Browns. The used to serve plate sized
|
|
omlettes for three bucks. I say used to, because they went out of
|
|
business due lack of customers (even with the bar in the back), and the
|
|
resturaunt was sold to someone else who drove the place into a tree. My
|
|
girlfreind and I went there thinking that it was still Miz Browns,
|
|
looking forward to a huge fantastic breafast.
|
|
|
|
BZZZZT.
|
|
|
|
The food was shitty, the service sucked, and the drinks were horrid (how
|
|
can anyone fuck up a Tequilla sunrise?)
|
|
|
|
So with this in mind, here's my list of places that no food critic would
|
|
dare step into, that the food is great...
|
|
|
|
Jim's Cafe. Mission & 22nd
|
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|
|
Sincere Cafe 16th & Mission
|
|
|
|
Without Reservations- Castro & 18th
|
|
|
|
Chavas- 18th & South Van Ness (This place doesn't need the business.
|
|
However it makes the list on a default. They only have one waitress that
|
|
speaks english, and I've never known a food critic to go to a resteraunt
|
|
where anything other than english and french was spoken).
|
|
|
|
I won't say what the food is like. Hell, I may not eat the same things
|
|
anyone else would eat (example: when in Without Reservations. I order the
|
|
half pound cheesburger). You order the food, and check it out for
|
|
yourself. All I'm doing is listing the places that I've found personally
|
|
to be a. cheap
|
|
b. serve good food
|
|
c. needs the business.
|
|
|
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............................................................................
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|
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ASCII FUNHOUSE!
|
|
|
|
There were no new submissions, so I'm re-running GARVato. Ed made a
|
|
FANTASTIC ansi movie of the GARVato-mobile crashing into a brick wall and
|
|
exploding, but unfortunately that won't work on most terminals. Just
|
|
imagine that little truck driving across the screen and BLOWING UP upon
|
|
impact.
|
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|
|
____
|
|
____//_]|________
|
|
(o _ | -| _ o|
|
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`(_)-------(_)--'
|
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GARvato!
|
|
|
|
............................................................................
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|
|
7. SuperDork
|
|
|
|
(This was written awhile back by some retarded fanboy on alt.superman. I
|
|
have no good excuse why I was reading alt.superman. I think the idea of
|
|
running this is, "Let's make fun of some retarded fanboy," but I could be
|
|
wrong. This could be poignant to some people. Maybe someone is reading
|
|
this right now and weeping bitter tears of sorrow mixed with anxious joy.
|
|
I...don't...know.)
|
|
|
|
............................................................................
|
|
|
|
Well, I know that a lot of people think that Superman cannot exist without
|
|
Clark Kent, he may have to, because although Superman can (obviously) come
|
|
back to life, Clark cannot. I know that he is only MISSING, PRESUMED DEAD,
|
|
but he has been missing for so long that people have GOT to piece it
|
|
together if he comes back. Here it is in black-and-white for you:
|
|
Superman and Clark Kent first surfaced in Metropolis at the same time.
|
|
Superman and Clark Kent both "died" at the same time (in the same
|
|
place).
|
|
Superman and Clark Kent both REAPPEAR AT THE SAME TIME?????
|
|
Wouldn't YOU, if you knew these facts, begin to AT LEAST ASSOCIATE the two
|
|
men in your mind? Would you not then, begin to realize that they look alike?
|
|
Would you not then, begin to wonder about the possibility that they could be
|
|
one and the same?
|
|
Those who say that Clark cannot die are forgetting that Clark IS Superman,
|
|
and not just a part of his personality. For Superman to exist without Clark,
|
|
he would have to work hard to establish a new identity, yes, or simply be
|
|
Superman ALL the time (which, to me, doesn't wash, because then it would be
|
|
impossible to have a personal life, as it would endanger all of his friends).
|
|
But, establishing a new identity may not be so hard. It may be much like
|
|
moving to a new city, where you feel quite alien for a long while, until you
|
|
build a personal life, and things feel like HOME. The tricky part, of
|
|
course,
|
|
is the 'home-sickness', where Superman would constantly be thinking about how
|
|
much better his former personal life had been, and be tempted to return to
|
|
that. His relationship with Lois Lane is a tricky part, I do admit.
|
|
Obviusly, she is very important to him, and interacting with her (other
|
|
than in secret) as someone other than Clark would be impossible. People
|
|
would be bound to recognize him as a double for Clark (unless he adopted
|
|
an ENTIRELY new look, which also doesn't really work without altering the
|
|
way Superman looks in an equally drastic manner). Anyway, it's all VERY
|
|
interesting, AND I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE HOW IT TURNS OUT FOR REAL!!!!!!!
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------------------------------------------------------------------------
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/|
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/ ||\ ____________ _____ THE SODHED is
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/ || \ | | | / /\ \ / Colin S. Reid
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/ || \ | | | | | / / \ \/ Reidcoli@Max.cc.Uregina.ca
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/____|| \ | | | | |_/ /____\ /\
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/ || \ | | |--| | \/ \/ \ S.O.D!! S.O.D!! S.O.D!!
|
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/ || \ | | | | | /\ \ \
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\| | | \ Be dangerous and unpredictable,
|
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\ and make a lot of noise.
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-------------------------------------------------------------------------
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+++
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............................................................................
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|
|
8. CATS...and DOGS....and RATS....
|
|
|
|
(Small thread from PSP about destroying animals just for no good reason
|
|
at all. This in no way rivals Murdock's infamous "Sacrifice" thread from
|
|
a couple years back ("see??? People are standing in LINE to KILL YOUR
|
|
DOG!"), but it's still fairly amusing. BTW: Zach's family indeed does
|
|
have such a device. I touched it once. It felt _clammy_.)
|
|
|
|
............................................................................
|
|
|
|
>From : Ratsnatcher #1
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|
|
|
To : Wisteria #145
|
|
|
|
Subject: Ha!
|
|
|
|
Date : 23 Sep 93 23:24 (C:\MIB\MSGS\MSG*.BBS #6373)
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|
|
You people think you have macho cats. I used to have a rabbit that after it
|
|
escaped was brought back by the POLICE because some old guy found it "digging
|
|
at his foundations." I also have 115 pound doberman pinscher who has
|
|
bitten so many people that by LAW, I have to walk him with a muzzle. My
|
|
cats beat the shit out of him and he is constantly terrified. I can kill
|
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them all with a remote control device that I keep on my person at all times.
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[Message Base Beta #4]
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[23/50] Reading Messages: 45
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[45/50]
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|
|
>From : Tjames #3
|
|
|
|
To : Ratsnatcher #1
|
|
|
|
Subject: Ha!
|
|
|
|
Date : 28 Sep 93 23:50 (C:\MIB\MSGS\MSG*.BBS #6637)
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|
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> I can kill them all with a remote control device that I keep on my
|
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> person at all times.
|
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|
|
HahahahAHAHA! But I have the special remote control device that can kill YOU
|
|
at any time! *Someone* had to have it so they gave it to the person most
|
|
capable of recognizing the WARNING signs!
|
|
|
|
Don't think I won't use it, either!
|
|
|
|
(I almost had to that time at Specs when you spit the beer all over the
|
|
flabby charwoman...my fingers actually *twitched* in my pocket over the
|
|
button. But you were reprieved by an electrical FLUKE. Sometimes I take
|
|
it out of its special lubricated sheath and just play my fingers lightly
|
|
across the chrome surface...it's incredibly erotic! I think I want to
|
|
feel this device, RIGHT NOW!)
|
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|
............................................................................
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|
|
9. Murdock Is a Dirty Rotten Cheat
|
|
|
|
(Doctor Murdock has the crazy idea that he can actually graduate college.
|
|
He wants to do it by devising strange devices that will implant correct
|
|
test answers into his head at the appropriate moment in class. In a way,
|
|
I sense that he's going to eventually become just as BERSERK as Tesla 2.
|
|
That's okay though...just another Crazy Uncle...to somebody. I also bet
|
|
he's REAL UNHAPPY that I'm including this post he originally wrote to
|
|
alt.cyberpunk.tech. Hey...that stuff is PUBLIC DOMAIN, pally!)
|
|
|
|
............................................................................
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|
|
|
Hello, everyone! I'm working on a project that I have quite a bit
|
|
of enthusiasm invested in and would VERY much like to accomplish,
|
|
however, I have run into a few small problems, and I need some
|
|
specialized advice. If anyone could help me out in my venture I would be
|
|
forever grateful. I want to thank everyone in advance. Now, let me get
|
|
down to the nitty gritty...
|
|
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Mission Objective:
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To be able to have information (notes, textbooks,
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possibly even graphs, etc.) available to me while I
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take tests in my college courses WITHOUT people even
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realizing that I am accessing sources of hidden data.
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Note: This application that I am working on in
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*NO* way is being developed because I wish to
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replace my rigorous studying habits, but rather, to
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give myself an extra "security buffer" when taking
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tests. There is nothing I hate more than studying
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hours and hours for a test only to have a problem
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in front of me and the answer just on the TIP of my
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memory, but not being able to completely remember the
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answer.
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Mission Project:
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Build a small PC that can fit into a hip pouch (I've
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done research and this can be accomplished without
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too much $$$ invested), and have a 5 key chord
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keyboard underneath my pants on my leg. However...
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Problem in Development:
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Although the computer can hold a mass amount of
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information, and I would eventually learn how to
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master the 5 key keyboard under my pants, I cannot
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figure out how to get the information TO ME without
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other people catching on to the fact that I am
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cheating.
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My Theories:
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I've thought about maybe having a text-to-speech
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software program output to a device that would
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broadcast to a little, wireless ear bud. And even
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though the ear buds would be small enough (I think)
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the cost in having to develop the card that would
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send the radio signal would be far too much than
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what I want to spend on this device.
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Another way I thought of, was maybe rig up a setup
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where the PC would output to one of those little
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LCD displays that you see on pocket spell
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checkers, or something. The only problem with this
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is that it is larger and you run the risk of other
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students noticing what you are doing.
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An extreme case would be to output to a small
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electronic signal that would send you morse code
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signals to any part of your body, but because of
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the slow transmission rate of data with this
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scenario,
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it's better to just spend your time studying your
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nuts off than bother with inputting your text
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onto the
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small hard drive of the PC.
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Conclusion:
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What bugs me is the fact that the technology is
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THERE/HERE and what I want to do CAN be
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accomplished with a little ingenuity and
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perseverance. *ANY* help/ideas that you guys/gals
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could offer would be immensely appreciated in helping
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me accomplish my task. And please, let me make myself
|
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clear here: Even though this application is
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obviously
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defined as "cheating", this is not the way I see it.
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I see it as merely taking my experience with
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technology and applying it to the incredibly
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competitive academic structure our system offers to
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us. Grade Point Averages = Long Term Money. I'm a
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Business major and I simply see this as a way of
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competing. For those of you who see this as simply
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cheating and see absolutely no part of my side to
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this, please blow me and save your flames.
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Thanks again!
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Ciao!
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--
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_============================================================================_
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| Chris Murdock ........available at --=>
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pigdog@netcom.com |
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| |
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|"Don't be a Watson. Be a Sherlock Holmes and figure the shit out
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yourself."|
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| --
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Me |
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|____________________________________________________________________________|
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............................................................................
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10. Clear the Way for the S, the S1Ws....
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............................................................................
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Dear Tjames,
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Blow me, mudracker...
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Regards,
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Chris Murdock
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(_Clinic run out of Prozac again, Chris?_ -- ed.)
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............................................................................
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Dear Tjames,
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I have no cigarettes!!!!
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NONE!!!!
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!
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Yours Forever,
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Paul
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(_I have 39 left_ -- ed.)
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............................................................................
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(The following letters were all so mean and nasty that I combined all of
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them into a mini-digest. I may compile this into a file that says hateful
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things randomly when I log out)
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Dear Tjames,
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(1)
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You said 3 or 4 times a week before.
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You lied.
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(2)
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Looks like Pignet was a total and complete failure. Oh well.
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Imminent death of Spock expected soon.
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PS: I was wathcing the Polly (uhura) Klaas thingy news conference. While the
|
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FBI guy was talking, his beeper went off ... it made exactly EXACTLY!!!
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|
the same sound as those old Bridge Sensors on the old startrek.. the
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dooh-duing dwing doo sound. Sort of like the communicators, but it came
|
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on usually when they were doing a sensor sweep or something. Anyway, he
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turned around right after he finished talking, and used his
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cellular phone.
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COULD IT BE......SPOCK?
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(3)
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I floss my teeth with your penis, you pole schmoker.
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Warmly,
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Joshua Lurie-Terrell
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............................................................................
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+++
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Once again we reach the end of the ROPE. The bottom of the BUCKET. The
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DARK CRUSHING SENSATION that invades your chest and may either be a
|
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severe, possibly fatal stroke, or just HEARTBURN.
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WHO KNOWS?!?!
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ANNOUNCEMENT: Next week's edition will come out on WEDNESDAY. Or,
|
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actually THURSDAY morning. (I still consider this Tuesday, even though
|
|
technically it's not. Isn't that fascinating?) This is because some guy
|
|
at work just QUIT, and I have to cover his absence on Tuesday. "Kill him!
|
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PULL HIS ARMS OFF!" I would like to take a few moments to thank NO ONE
|
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for making this edition possible. Except Joshus, who is becoming a great
|
|
attack dog. Also MUCH thanks to tomj, for helping Flesh and I out with
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our little "project." Also, Mr. T. Nemet says his list is better than
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mine because he greets new members with personalized messages in Hungarian.
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Blow me.
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PIGDOG OFFICIAL fnord WELCOMING MESSAGE to all seven NEW MEMBERS:
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WELCOME!
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............................................................................
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Send all correspondence to: tjames@netcom.com
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Subject line of: "Pigdog-l" (without the quotes) AUTOMATICALLY goes into
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this digest. You have been warned.
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R o R
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A l u c a r d
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............................................................................
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"Freedom is a Road Seldom Traveled by the Multitudes...." -- Chuck D.
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"...or Really Dumb Guys." -- Me
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--
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Tom Jennings -- tomj@wps.com -- World Power Systems -- San Francisco, Calif.
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The Little Garden -- admin@admin.tlg.rg.net -- S.F. Bay Area Internetwork
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^A^A^A^AFrom tdkcs!uunet.ca!fido.wps.com!tomj Fri Dec 10 16:10:49 1993 remote from exlibris
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From: tomj@wps.com (Tom Jennings)
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Message-Id: <9312102103.AA00602@wps.com>
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Subject: wanna be on my SHIT-LIST
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To: sylvia@exlibris.tdkcs.waterloo.on.ca (Sylvia Maxwell)
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Date: Fri, 10 Dec 1993 16:03:31 -0500
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Hey, heh heh, wanna be on my shitlist? You'll get... shit... in the
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mail. It's mot hyper sophisticated. Mostly fun stuff, some "serious" if
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it's
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[ Part 5: "Attached Text" ]
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>From tdkcs!uunet.ca!fido.wps.com!tomj Wed Sep 8 16:10:33 1993 remote from exlibris
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Message-Id: <9309081952.AA03341@wps.com>
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Subject: Re: cgange
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To: max@exlibris.tdkcs.waterloo.on.ca (Sylvia Maxwell)
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Date: Wed, 8 Sep 1993 08:52:45 -0400
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In-Reply-To: <54m69B1w165w@exlibris.tdkcs.waterloo.on.ca> from "Sylvia Maxwell" at Aug 31, 93 06:17:39 pm
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> What is the rainbow crowd?
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The Rainbow Family is a giant (10,000+) nomadic cultural thing in North
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America. They look more or less like "hippies". You don't see to much of
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them usually. They are genuinely nomadic, and hold various Gatherings,
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usually a big annual one. Each year in a different US state. About
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10,000 people show up, sometimes less. They take advantage of US Federal
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homesteading laws, much to the chagrin of authorities. Gatherings are
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free, and everyone pitches in -- or not. They don't worry about it.
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There are communal meals (pretty minimal though, poverty is an
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assumption so far in the background it's startling) made up of
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donated/liberated/dumpster-dived food. They aer not necesseraily
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vegetarians. They have no or barter or minimal economy. I have an
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ex-roommate who is a Rainbow person now. They are definitely way far
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outside the usual channels. They're quite serious. They tend to be
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vehicle-people, white, babies'n'dogs. They disdain alcohol, smoke lots
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of pot. Usually quite trsutworthy. They are dirty.
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Their methodology for gatherings is unique. They have a "welcome
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committee" up where vehicles come in, who tell you where things are,
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where to park, etc. They also scope people out; if they have alcohol --
|
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generally the only thing forbidden besides firearms -- instead of a
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lecture or whatever, they say "got any alcohol? Let's drink it! Here's
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some of my pot!" and try to get the owner to consume it on the spot.
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Usually works.
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Two years back, in Nevada, the Great Circle gave Welcome Committee duty
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to the Faerie camp (the gay/lez bunch within the Family) because they
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did an excellent job of (1) defusing a bunch of asshole bigots with fun
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instead of anger and (2) "took over" a small stage devolving into bland
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ordinary faux hippy folksy music and turned it into a big open party. It
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was a great honor, apparently.
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Too much hippy for me, though the gatherings are definitly worth
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checking out. They are always the first week in July.
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A Council of oldtimers (which apparently anyone can attend and provide
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input, listened to or not I know not) picks the next years site, many
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months in advance. A few months before, a seed group goes to the site,
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and chooses a location distractingly near the real site. This draws fire
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from the locals and authorities, if any trouble arises, and keeps eyes
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of the actual site. They usually rent an apt or something an have a
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stable mail address. Word is spread mouth to mouth and hand to hand. No
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advertising of any sort is generally done, and as far as I can tell, is
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frowned upon. They deal with legal issues (more and more every year I
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guess) and all that.
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About a month before the actual event, another seed group populates the
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site and starts to prepare it. In Nevada, it took place partly on
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private land; the worked out a deal with the owner that they would leave
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it utterly spotless and would install a water system based upon a
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water-hammer ("free" water pump power).
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I can attest to the cleanliness thing. In nevada, I was there and left
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early, so there were only a few thousand people. It was *spotless*. On a
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mian trail, someone had dropped about a half-dozen cellophane candy
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wrappers. It was a Big Deal. It was an issue at the Great Circle, and
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instead of castigation and finger pointing (they the do all this stuff
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internally of course, at big gatherings they tend to be fairly cool cuz
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there's fresh faces and fresh energy) they went on about how important
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it was they left the place clean. Seems to work.
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It's a retty cool thing, iff you like hippies, eating oatmeal as your
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main source of nutrition, walking 6 hours into the woods, carrying
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water, being asked to eat food just cooked as you walk down a trail,
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LSD, get really dirty, dig shitters, keep damnfools from shitting in the
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stream, etc etc. There are some christian hippies. There are more queer
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ones. I hate tie-dye, and mistrust peace and loveism. I own guns and
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like computers. Oh well.
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--
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Tom Jennings -- tomj@wps.com -- World Power Systems -- San Francisco, Calif.
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From max@sentex.net Wed Jan 16 09:10:46 2002
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Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2001 17:29:54 -0400
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From: Sylvia Morscher <max@sentex.net>
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To: tomj@wps.com
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Subject: more old files
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http://www.sentex.net/~max/damn-bret.html
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[ Part 2: "Attached Text" ]
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>From tdkcs!hookup!fido.wps.com!tomj Tue Feb 1 06:20:38 1994 remote from exlibris
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From: tomj@wps.com (Tom Jennings)
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Message-Id: <9402011117.AA07096@wps.com>
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Subject: SCUM Manifesto
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To: shit-list@fido.wps.com
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Date: Tue, 1 Feb 1994 03:17:49 -0800 (PST)
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I have no idea why, but I typed in the whole SCUM Manifesto, and
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converted it to HTML (the WorldWideWeb format). It's easily converted to
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plain-er ASCII.
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Not sure what to do with it now. Her 'tis.
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the
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<p>
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SCUM Manifesto
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<p>
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by Valerie Solanas
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<p>
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<p>
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This is the only copy of the SCUM Manifesto I've ever seen. This
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version was published by PHOENIX PRESS, presumably in the UK (price
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given as "75p"), though no contact information was provided. I have
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no idea what, if any, changes were made to the text. I tried to
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change nothing except change some obvious (to me) Anglicizations
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back to Americanisms (eg. empathise to empathize). The copyright
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is certainly retained by Valerie, where ever she is; likely jail.
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Seeing how it's a manifesto, and the Phoenix people don't own it
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either, I figured Valerie Solanas wouldn't mind my typing this all
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in and giving it away for free.
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<p>
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If you have any authoritative data, or additions to make (skip the
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comments on content please) please send them along, and I'll include
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on my archive.
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<p>
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-- tomj@wps.com (Tom Jennings), Jan 1994.
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<p>
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<p>
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>From the back cover of the PHOENIX PRESS booklet:
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<p>
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<pre>
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"Valerie Solanas' SCUM Manifesto was written in 1967 and
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published in 1968, the year she shot and wounded Andy
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Warhol. The text used here is that of the 1983 edition of
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|
the Manifesto that was published by the Matriarchy Study
|
|
Group."
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</pre>
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<p>
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And now on with it.
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<p>
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the
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<p>
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SCUM Manifesto
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<p>
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by Valerie Solanas
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<p>
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<p>
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Life in this society being, at best, an utter bore and no aspect
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|
of society being at all relevant to women, there remains to
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|
civic-minded, responsible, thrill-seeking females only to overthrow
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the government, eliminate the money system, institute complete
|
|
automation and destroy the male sex.
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<p>
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|
It is now technically feasible to reproduce without the aid of
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males (or, for that matter, females) and to produce only females.
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We must begin immediately to do so. Retaining the mail has not even
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|
the dubious purpose of reproduction. The male is a biological
|
|
accident: the Y (male) gene is an incomplete X (female) gene, that
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is, it has an incomplete set of chromosomes. In other words, the
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male is an incomplete female, a walking abortion, aborted at the
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gene stage. To be male is to be deficient, emotionally limited;
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maleness is a deficiency disease and males are emotional cripples.
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<p>
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The male is completely egocentric, trapped inside himself, incapable
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of empathizing or identifying with others, or love, friendship,
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affection of tenderness. He is a completely isolated unit, incapable
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of rapport with anyone. His responses are entirely visceral, not
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cerebral; his intelligence is a mere tool in the services of his
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drives and needs; he is incapable of mental passion, mental
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interaction; he can't relate to anything other than his own physical
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sensations. He is a half-dead, unresponsive lump, incapable of
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giving or receiving pleasure or happiness; consequently, he is at
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best an utter bore, an inoffensive blob, since only those capable
|
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of absorption in others can be charming. He is trapped in a twilight
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zone halfway between humans and apes, and is far worse off than
|
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the apes because, unlike the apes, he is capable of a large array
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of negative feelings -- hate, jealousy, contempt, disgust, guilt,
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shame, doubt -- and moreover, he is <i>aware</i> of what he is and
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what he isn't.
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<p>
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Although completely physical, the male is unfit even for stud
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service. Even assuming mechanical proficiency, which few men have,
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he is, first of all, incapable of zestfully, lustfully, tearing
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off a piece, but instead is eaten up with guilt, shame, fear and
|
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insecurity, feelings rooted in male nature, which the most enlightened
|
|
training can only minimize; second, the physical feeling he attains
|
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is next to nothing; and third, he is not empathizing with his
|
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partner, but is obsessed with how he's doing, turning in an A
|
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performance, doing a good plumbing job. To call a man an animal
|
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is to flatter him; he's a machine, a walking dildo. It's often said
|
|
that men use women. Use them for what? Surely not pleasure.
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<p>
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Eaten up with guilt, shame, fears and insecurities and obtaining,
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if he's lucky, a barely perceptible physical feeling, the male is,
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nonetheless, obsessed with screwing; he'll swim through a river of
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snot, wade nostril-deep through a mile of vomit, if he thinks
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there'll be a friendly pussy awaiting him. He'll screw a woman he
|
|
despises, any snaggle-toothed hag, and furthermore, pay for the
|
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opportunity. Why? Relieving physical tension isn't the answer, as
|
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masturbation suffices for that. It's not ego satisfaction; that
|
|
doesn't explain screwing corpses and babies.
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<p>
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|
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|
Completely egocentric, unable to relate, empathize or identify,
|
|
and filled with a vast, pervasive, diffuse sexuality, the male is
|
|
pyschically passive. He hates his passivity, so he projects it onto
|
|
women, defines the make as active, then sets out to prove that he
|
|
is (`prove that he is a Man'). His main means of attempting to
|
|
prove it is screwing (Big Man with a Big Dick tearing off a Big
|
|
Piece). Since he's attempting to prove an error, he must `prove'
|
|
it again and again. Screwing, then, is a desperate compulsive,
|
|
attempt to prove he's not passive, not a woman; but he <i>is</i>
|
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passive and <i>does</i> want to be a woman.
|
|
<p>
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|
|
|
Being an incomplete female, the male spends his life attempting to
|
|
complete himself, to become female. He attempts to do this by
|
|
constantly seeking out, fraternizing with and trying to live through
|
|
an fuse with the female, and by claiming as his own all female
|
|
characteristics -- emotional strength and independence, forcefulness,
|
|
dynamism, decisiveness, coolness, objectivity, assertiveness,
|
|
courage, integrity, vitality, intensity, depth of character,
|
|
grooviness, etc -- and projecting onto women all male traits --
|
|
vanity, frivolity, triviality, weakness, etc. It should be said,
|
|
though, that the male has one glaring area of superiority over the
|
|
female -- public relations. (He has done a brilliant job of convincing
|
|
millions of women that men are women and women are men). The male
|
|
claim that females find fulfillment through motherhood and sexuality
|
|
reflects what males think they'd find fulfilling if they were
|
|
female.
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|
<p>
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|
|
|
Women, in other words, don't have penis envy; men have pussy envy.
|
|
When the male accepts his passivity, defines himself as a woman
|
|
(males as well as females thing men are women and women are men),
|
|
and becomes a transvestite he loses his desire to screw (or to do
|
|
anything else, for that matter; he fulfills himself as a drag queen)
|
|
and gets his dick chopped off. He then achieves a continuous diffuse
|
|
sexual feeling from `being a woman'. Screwing is, for a man, a
|
|
defense against his desire to be female. He is responsible for:
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|
<p>
|
|
|
|
<b>War</b>: The male's normal compensation for not being female,
|
|
namely, getting his Big Gun off, is grossly inadequate, as he can
|
|
get it off only a very limited number of times; so he gets it off
|
|
on a really massive scale, and proves to the entire world that he's
|
|
a `Man'. Since he has no compassion or ability to empathize or
|
|
identify, proving his manhood is worth an endless amount of mutilation
|
|
and suffering and an endless number of lives, including his own --
|
|
his own life being worthless, he would rather go out in a blaze of
|
|
glory than to plod grimly on for fifty more years.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
<b> Niceness, Politeness, and `Dignity'</b>: Every man, deep down,
|
|
knows he's a worthless piece of shit. Overwhelmed by a sense of
|
|
animalism and deeply ashamed of it; wanting, not to express himself,
|
|
but to hide from others his total physicality, total egocentricity,
|
|
the hate and contempt he feels for other men, and to hide from
|
|
himself the hate and contempt he suspects other men feel for him;
|
|
having a crudely constructed nervous system that is easily upset
|
|
by the least display of emotion or feeling, the male tries to
|
|
enforce a `social' code that ensures perfect blandness, unsullied
|
|
by the slightest trace or feeling or upsetting opinion. He uses
|
|
terms like `copulate', `sexual congress', `have relations with'
|
|
(to men <b>sexual</b> relations is a redundancy), overlaid with
|
|
stilted manners; the suit on the chimp.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
<b>Money, Marriage and Prostitution, Work and Prevention of an
|
|
Automated Society</b>: There is no human reason for money or for
|
|
anyone to work more than two or three hours a week at the very
|
|
most. All non-creative jobs (practically all jobs now being done)
|
|
could have been automated long ago, and in a moneyless society
|
|
everyone can have as much of the best of everything as she wants.
|
|
But there are non-human, male reasons for wanting to maintain the
|
|
money system:
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
1. Pussy. Despising his highly inadequate self, overcome
|
|
with intense anxiety and a deep, profound loneliness when by
|
|
his empty self, desperate to attach himself to any female in
|
|
dim hopes of completing himself, in the mystical belief that
|
|
by touching gold he'll turn to gold, the male craves the
|
|
continuous companionship of women. The company of the lowest
|
|
female is preferable to his own or that of other men, who serve
|
|
only to remind him of his repulsiveness. But females, unless
|
|
very young or very sick, must be coerced or bribed into male
|
|
company.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
2. Supply the non-relating male with the delusion of
|
|
usefulness, and enable him to try to justify his existence by
|
|
digging holes and then filling them up. Leisure time horrifies
|
|
the male, who will have nothing to do but contemplate his
|
|
grotesque self. Unable to relate or to love, the male must
|
|
work. Females crave absorbing, emotionally satisfying, meaningful
|
|
activity, but lacking the opportunity or ability for this, they
|
|
prefer to idle and waste away their time in ways of their own
|
|
choosing -- sleeping, shopping, bowling, shooting pool, playing
|
|
cards and other games, breeding, reading, walking around,
|
|
daydreaming, eating, playing with themselves, popping pills,
|
|
going to the movies, getting analyzed, traveling, raising dogs
|
|
and cats, lolling about on the beach, swimming, watching TV,
|
|
listening to music, decorating their houses, gardening, sewing,
|
|
nightclubbing, dancing, visiting, `improving their minds'
|
|
(taking courses), and absorbing `culture' (lectures, plays,
|
|
concerts, `arty' movies). Therefore, many females would, even
|
|
assuming complete economic equality between the sexes, prefer
|
|
living with males or peddling their asses on the street, thus
|
|
having most of their time for themselves, to spending many
|
|
hours of their days doing boring, stultifying, non-creative
|
|
work for someone else, functioning as less than animals, as
|
|
machines, or, at best -- if able to get a `good' job --
|
|
co-managing the shitpile. What will liberate women, therefore,
|
|
from male control is the total elimination of the money-work
|
|
system, not the attainment of economic equality with men within
|
|
it.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
3. Power and control. Unmasterful in his personal relations with
|
|
women, the male attains to masterfulness by the manipulation
|
|
of money and everything controlled by money, in other words,
|
|
of everything and everybody.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
4. Love substitute. Unable to give love or affection, the male
|
|
gives money. It makes him feel motherly. The mother gives milk;
|
|
he gives bread. He is the Breadwinner.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
5. Provide the male with a goal. Incapable of enjoying the moment,
|
|
the male needs something to look forward to, and money provides
|
|
him with an eternal, never-ending goal: Just think of what you
|
|
could do with 80 trillion dollars -- invest it! And in three
|
|
years time you'd have 300 trillion dollars!!!
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
6. Provide the basis for the male's major opportunity to control
|
|
and manipulate -- fatherhood.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
<b>Fatherhood and Mental Illness (fear, cowardice, timidity,
|
|
humility, insecurity, passivity)</b>: Mother wants what's best for
|
|
her kids; Daddy only wants what's best for Daddy, that is peace
|
|
and quiet, pandering to his delusion of dignity (`respect'), a good
|
|
reflection on himself (status) and the opportunity to control and
|
|
manipulate, or, if he's an `enlightened' father, to `give guidance'.
|
|
His daughter, in addition, he wants sexually -- he givers her
|
|
<b>hand</b> in marriage; the other part is for him. Daddy, unlike
|
|
Mother, can never give in to his kids, as he must, at all costs,
|
|
preserve his delusion of decisiveness, forcefulness, always-rightness
|
|
and strength. Never getting one's way leads to lack of self-confidence
|
|
in one's ability to cope with the world and to a passive acceptance
|
|
of the status quo. Mother loves her kids, although she sometimes
|
|
gets angry, but anger blows over quickly and even while it exists,
|
|
doesn't preclude love and basic acceptance. Emotionally diseased
|
|
Daddy doesn't love his kids; he approves of them -- if they're
|
|
`good', that is, if they're nice, `respectful', obedient, subservient
|
|
to his will, quiet and not given to unseemly displays of temper
|
|
that would be most upsetting to Daddy's easily disturbed male
|
|
nervous system -- in other words, if they're passive vegetables.
|
|
If they're not `good', he doesn't get angry -- not if he's a modern,
|
|
`civilized' father (the old-fashioned ranting, raving brute is
|
|
preferable, as he is so ridiculous he can be easily despised) --
|
|
but rather express disapproval, a state that, unlike anger, endures
|
|
and precludes a basic acceptance, leaving the kid with the feeling
|
|
of worthlessness and a lifelong obsession wit being approved of;
|
|
the result is fear of independent thought, as this leads to
|
|
unconventional, disapproved of opinions and way of life.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
For the kid to want Daddy's approval it must respect Daddy, and
|
|
being garbage, Daddy can make sure that he is respected only by
|
|
remaining aloof, by distantness, by acting on the precept of
|
|
`familiarity breeds contempt', which is, of course, true, if one
|
|
is contemptible. By being distant and aloof, he is able to remain
|
|
unknown, mysterious, and thereby, to inspire fear (`respect').
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
Disapproval of emotional `scenes' leads to fear of strong emotion,
|
|
fear of one's own anger and hatred. Fear of anger and hatred combined
|
|
with a lack of self-confidence in one's ability to cope with and
|
|
change the world, or even to affect in the slightest way one's own
|
|
destiny, leads to a mindless belief that the world and most people
|
|
in it are nice and the most banal, trivial amusements are great
|
|
fun and deeply pleasurable.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
The affect of fatherhood on males, specifically, is to make them
|
|
`Men', that is, highly defensive of all impulses to passivity,
|
|
faggotry, and of desires to be female. Every boy wants to imitate
|
|
his mother, be her, fuse with her, but Daddy forbids this; <b>he</b>
|
|
is the mother; <b>he</b> gets to fuse with her. So he tells the
|
|
boy, sometimes directly, sometimes indirectly, to not be a sissy,
|
|
to act like a `Man'. The boy, scared shitless of and `respecting'
|
|
his father, complies, and becomes just like Daddy, that model of
|
|
`Man'-hood, the all-American ideal -- the well-behaved heterosexual
|
|
dullard.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
The effect of fatherhood on females is to make them male -- dependent,
|
|
passive, domestic, animalistic, insecure, approval and security
|
|
seekers, cowardly, humble, `respectful' of authorities and men,
|
|
closed, not fully responsive, half-dead, trivial, dull, conventional,
|
|
flattened-out and thoroughly contemptible. Daddy's Girl, always
|
|
tense and fearful, uncool, unanalytical, lacking objectivity,
|
|
appraises Daddy, and thereafter, other men, against a background
|
|
of fear (`respect') and is not only unable to see the empty shell
|
|
behind the facade, but accepts the male definition of himself as
|
|
superior, as a female, and of herself, as inferior, as a male,
|
|
which, thanks to Daddy, she really is.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
It is the increase of fatherhood, resulting from the increased and
|
|
more widespread affluence that fatherhood needs in order to thrive,
|
|
that has caused the general increase of mindlessness and the decline
|
|
of women in the United States since the 1920s. The close association
|
|
of affluence with fatherhood has led, for the most part, to only
|
|
the wrong girls, namely, the `privileged' middle class girls,
|
|
getting `educated'.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
The effect of fathers, in sum, has been to corrode the world with
|
|
maleness. The male has a negative Midas Touch -- everything he
|
|
touches turns to shit.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
<b>Suppression of Individuality, Animalism (domesticity and
|
|
motherhood), and Functionalism</b>: The male is just a bunch of
|
|
conditioned reflexes, incapable of a mentally free response; he is
|
|
tied to he earliest conditioning, determined completely by his past
|
|
experiences. His earliest experiences are with his mother, and he
|
|
is throughout his life tied to her. It never becomes completely
|
|
clear to the make that he is not part of his mother, that he is he
|
|
and she is she.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
His greatest need is to be guided, sheltered, protected and admired
|
|
by Mama (men expect women to adore what men shrink from in horror
|
|
-- themselves) and, being completely physical, he yearns to spend
|
|
his time (that's not spent `out in the world' grimly defending
|
|
against his passivity) wallowing in basic animal activities --
|
|
eating, sleeping, shitting, relaxing and being soothed by Mama.
|
|
Passive, rattle-headed Daddy's Girl, ever eager for approval, for
|
|
a pat on the head, for the `respect' if any passing piece of garbage,
|
|
is easily reduced to Mama, mindless ministrator to physical needs,
|
|
soother of the weary, apey brow, booster of the tiny ego, appreciator
|
|
of the contemptible, a hot water bottle with tits.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
The reduction to animals of the women of the most backward segment
|
|
of society -- the `privileged, educated' middle-class, the backwash
|
|
of humanity -- where Daddy reigns supreme, has been so thorough
|
|
that they try to groove on labour pains and lie around in the most
|
|
advanced nation in the world in the middle of the twentieth century
|
|
with babies chomping away on their tits. It's not for the kids
|
|
sake, though, that the `experts' tell women that Mama should stay
|
|
home and grovel in animalism, but for Daddy's; the tits for Daddy
|
|
to hang onto; the labor pains for Daddy to vicariously groove on
|
|
(half dead, he needs awfully strong stimuli to make him respond).
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
Reducing the female to an animal, to Mama, to a male, is necessary
|
|
for psychological as well as practical reasons: the male is a mere
|
|
member of the species, interchangeable with every other male. He
|
|
has no deep-seated individuality, which stems from what intrigues
|
|
you, what outside yourself absorbs you, what you're in relation
|
|
to. Completely self-absorbed, capable of being in relation only to
|
|
their bodies and physical sensations, males differ from each other
|
|
only to the degree and in the ways they attempt to defend against
|
|
their passivity and against their desire to be female.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
The female's individuality, which he is acutely aware of, but which
|
|
he doesn't comprehend and isn't capable of relating to or grasping
|
|
emotionally, frightens and upsets him and fills him with envy. So
|
|
he denies it in her and proceeds to define everyone in terms of
|
|
his or her function or use, assigning to himself, of course, the
|
|
most important functions -- doctor, president, scientist -- therefore
|
|
providing himself with an identity, if not individuality, and tries
|
|
to convince himself and women (he's succeeded best at convincing
|
|
women) that the female function is to bear and raise children and
|
|
to relax, comfort and boost the ego if the male; that her function
|
|
is such as to make her interchangeable with every other female. In
|
|
actual fact, the female function is to relate, groove, love and be
|
|
herself, irreplaceable by anyone else; the male function is to
|
|
produce sperm. We now have sperm banks.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
In actual fact, the female function is to explore, discover, invent,
|
|
solve problems crack jokes, make music -- all with love. In other
|
|
words, create a magic world.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
<b>Prevention of Privacy</b>: Although the male, being ashamed of
|
|
what he is and almost of everything he does, insists on privacy
|
|
and secrecy in all aspects of his life, he has no real <b>regard</b>
|
|
for privacy. Being empty, not being a complete, separate being,
|
|
having no self to groove on and needing to be constantly in female
|
|
company, he sees nothing at all wrong in intruding himself on any
|
|
woman's thoughts, even a total stranger's, anywhere at any time,
|
|
but rather feels indignant and insulted when put down for doing
|
|
so, as well as confused -- he can't, for the life of him, understand
|
|
why anyone would prefer so much as one minute of solitude to the
|
|
company of any creep around. Wanting to become a woman, he strives
|
|
to be constantly around females, which is the closest he can get
|
|
to becoming one, so he created a `society' based upon the family
|
|
-- a male-female could and their kids (the excuse for the family's
|
|
existence), who live virtually on top of one another, unscrupuluously
|
|
violating the females' rights, privacy and sanity.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
<b>Isolation, Suburbs, and Prevention of Community</b>: Our society
|
|
is not a community, but merely a collection of isolated family
|
|
units. Desperately insecure, fearing his woman will leave him if
|
|
she is exposed to other men or to anything remotely resembling
|
|
life, the male seeks to isolate her from other men and from what
|
|
little civilization there is, so he moves her out to the suburbs,
|
|
a collection of self-absorbed couples and their kids. Isolation
|
|
enables him to try to maintain his pretense of being an individual
|
|
nu becoming a `rugged individualist', a loner, equating non-cooperation
|
|
and solitariness with individuality.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
There is yet another reason for the male to isolate himself: every
|
|
man is an island. Trapped inside himself, emotionally isolated,
|
|
unable to relate, the male has a horror of civilization, people,
|
|
cities, situations requiring an ability to understand and relate
|
|
to people. So like a scared rabbit, he scurries off, dragging
|
|
Daddy's little asshole with him to the wilderness, suburbs, or, in
|
|
the case of the hippy -- he's way out, Man! -- all the way out to
|
|
the cow pasture where he can fuck and breed undisturbed and mess
|
|
around with his beads and flute.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
The `hippy', whose desire to be a `Man', a `rugged individualist',
|
|
isn't quite as strong as the average man's, and who, in addition,
|
|
is excited by the thought having lots of women accessible to him,
|
|
rebels against the harshness of a Breadwinner's life and the monotony
|
|
of one woman. In the name of sharing and cooperation, he forms a
|
|
commune or tribe, which, for all its togetherness and partly because
|
|
of it, (the commune, being an extended family, is an extended
|
|
violation of the female's rights, privacy and sanity) is no more
|
|
a community than normal `society'.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
A true community consists of individuals -- not mere species members,
|
|
not couples -- respecting each others individuality and privacy,
|
|
at the same time interacting with each other mentally and emotionally
|
|
-- free spirits in free relation to each other -- and co-operating
|
|
with each other to achieve common ends. Traditionalists say the
|
|
basic unit of `society' is the family; `hippies' say the tribe; no
|
|
one says the individual.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
The `hippy' babbles on about individuality, but has no more conception
|
|
of it than any other man. He desires to get back to Nature, back
|
|
to the wilderness, back to the home of furry animals that he's one
|
|
of, away from the city, where there is at least a trace, a bare
|
|
beginning of civilization, to live at the species level, his time
|
|
taken up with simple, non-intellectual activities -- farming,
|
|
fucking, bead stringing. The most important activity of the commune,
|
|
the one upon which it is based, is gang-banging. The `hippy' is
|
|
enticed to the commune mainly by the prospect for free pussy --
|
|
the main commodity to be shared, to be had just for the asking,
|
|
but, blinded by greed, he fails to anticipate all the other men he
|
|
has to share with, or the jealousies and possessiveness for the
|
|
pussies themselves.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
Men cannot co-operate to achieve a common end, because each man's
|
|
end is all the pussy for himself. The commune, therefore, is doomed
|
|
to failure; each `hippy' will, in panic, grad the first simpleton
|
|
who digs him and whisks her off to the suburbs as fast as he can.
|
|
The male cannot progress socially, but merely swings back and forth
|
|
from isolation to gang-banging.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
<b>Conformity</b>: Although he wants to be an individual, the male
|
|
is scared of anything in himself that is the slightest bit different
|
|
from other men, it causes him to suspect that he's not really a
|
|
`Man', that he's passive and totally sexual, a highly upsetting
|
|
suspicion. If other men are "A" and he's not, he must not be a
|
|
man; he must be a fag. So he tries to affirm his `Manhood' by being
|
|
like all the other men. Differentness in other men, as well as
|
|
himself, threatens him; it means <b>they're</b> fags whom he must
|
|
at all costs avoid, so he tries to make sure that all other men
|
|
conform.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
The male dares to be different to the degree that he accepts his
|
|
passivity and his desire to be female, his fagginess. The farthest
|
|
out male is the drag queen, but he, although different from most
|
|
men, is exactly like all the other drag queens like the functionalist,
|
|
he has an identity -- he is female. He tries to define all his
|
|
troubles away -- but still no individuality. Not completely convinced
|
|
that he's a woman, highly insecure about being sufficiently female,
|
|
he conforms compulsively to the man-made stereotype, ending up as
|
|
nothing but a bundle of stilted mannerisms.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
To be sure he's a `Man', the male must see to it that the female
|
|
be clearly a `Woman', the opposite of a `Man', that is, the female
|
|
must act like a faggot. And Daddy's Girl, all of whose female
|
|
instincts were wrenched out of her when little, easily and obligingly
|
|
adapts herself to the role.
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<p>
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<b>Authority and Government</b>: Having no sense of right and wrong,
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no conscience, which can only stem from having an ability to
|
|
empathize with others... having no faith in his non-existent self,
|
|
being unnecessarily competitive, and by nature, unable to co-operate,
|
|
the male feels a need for external guidance and control. So he
|
|
created authorities -- priests, experts, bosses, leaders, etc --
|
|
and government. Wanting the female (Mama) to guide him, but unable
|
|
to accept this fact (he is, after all, a MAN), wanting to play
|
|
Woman, to usurp her function as Guider and Protector, he sees to
|
|
it that all authorities are male.
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<p>
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|
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There's no reason why a society consisting of rational beings
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capable of empathizing with each other, complete and having no
|
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natural reason to compete, should have a government, laws or leaders.
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<p>
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|
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<b>Philosophy, Religion, and Morality Based on Sex</b>: The male's
|
|
inability to relate to anybody or anything makes his life pointless
|
|
and meaningless (the ultimate male insight is that life is absurd),
|
|
so he invented philosophy and religion. Being empty, he looks
|
|
outward, not only for guidance and control, but for salvation and
|
|
for the meaning of life. Happiness being for him impossible on
|
|
this earth, he invented Heaven.
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|
<p>
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|
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For a man, having no ability to empathize with others and being
|
|
totally sexual, `wrong' is sexual `license' and engaging in `deviant'
|
|
(`unmanly') sexual practices, that is, not defending against his
|
|
passivity and total sexuality which, if indulged, would destroy
|
|
`civilization', since `civilization' is based entirely upon the
|
|
male need to defend himself against these characteristics. For a
|
|
woman (according to men), `wrong' is any behavior that would entice
|
|
men into sexual `license' -- that is, not placing male needs above
|
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her own and not being a faggot.
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|
<p>
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|
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|
Religion not only provides the male with a goal (Heaven) and helps
|
|
keep women tied to men, but offers rituals through which he can
|
|
try to expiate the guilt and shame he feels at not defending himself
|
|
enough against his sexual impulses; in essence, that guilt and
|
|
shame he feels at being male.
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|
<p>
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|
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|
Most men men, utterly cowardly, project their inherent weaknesses
|
|
onto women, label them female weaknesses and believe themselves to
|
|
have female strengths; most philosophers, not quite so cowardly,
|
|
face the fact that make lacks exist in men, but still can't face
|
|
the fact that they exist in men only. So they label the male
|
|
condition the Human Condition, post their nothingness problem,
|
|
which horrifies them, as a philosophical dilemma, thereby giving
|
|
stature to their animalism, grandiloquently label their nothingness
|
|
their `Identity Problem', and proceed to prattle on pompously about
|
|
the `Crisis of the Individual', the `Essence of Being', `Existence
|
|
preceding Essence', `Existential Modes of Being', etc. etc.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
A woman not only takes her identity and individuality for granted,
|
|
but knows instinctively that the only wrong is to hurt others, and
|
|
that the meaning of life is love.
|
|
<p>
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|
|
|
<b>Prejudice (racial, ethnic, religious, etc)</b>: The male needs
|
|
scapegoats onto whom he can project his failings and inadequacies
|
|
and upon whom he can vent his frustration at not being female. And
|
|
the vicarious discriminations have the practical advantage of
|
|
substantially increasing the pussy pool available to the men on
|
|
top.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
<b>Competition, Prestige, Status, Formal Education, Ignorance and
|
|
Social and Economic Classes</b>: Having an obsessive desire to be
|
|
admired by women, but no intrinsic worth, the make constructs a
|
|
highly artificial society enabling him to appropriate the appearance
|
|
of worth through money, prestige, `high' social class, degrees,
|
|
professional position and knowledge and, by pushing as many other
|
|
men as possible down professionally, socially, economically, and
|
|
educationally.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
The purpose of `higher' education is not to educate but to exclude
|
|
as many as possible from the various professions.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
The male, totally physical, incapable of mental rapport, although
|
|
able to understand and use knowledge and ideas, is unable to relate
|
|
to them, to grasp them emotionally: he does not value knowledge
|
|
and ideas for their own sake (they're just means to ends) and,
|
|
consequently, feels no need for mental companions, no need to
|
|
cultivate the intellectual potentialities of others. On the contrary,
|
|
the male has a vested interest in ignorance; it gives the few
|
|
knowledgeable men a decided edge on the unknowledgeable ones, and
|
|
besides, the male knows that an enlightened, aware female population
|
|
will mean the end of him. The healthy, conceited female wants the
|
|
company of equals whom she can respect and groove on; the male and
|
|
the sick, insecure, unself-confident male female crave the company
|
|
of worms.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
No genuine social revolution can be accomplished by the male, as
|
|
the male on top wants the status quo, and all the male on the bottom
|
|
wants is to be the male on top. The male `rebel' is a farce; this
|
|
is the male's `society', made by <b>him</b> to satisfy <b>his</b>
|
|
needs. He's never satisfied, because he's not capable of being
|
|
satisfied. Ultimately, what the male `rebel' is rebelling against
|
|
is being male. The male changes only when forced to do so by
|
|
technology, when he has no choice, when `society' reaches the stage
|
|
where he must change or die. We're at that stage now; if women
|
|
don't get their asses in gear fast, we may very well all die.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
<b>Prevention of Conversation</b>: Being completely self-centered
|
|
and unable to relate to anything outside himself, the male's
|
|
`conversation', when not about himself, is an impersonal droning
|
|
on, removed from anything of human value. Male `intellectual
|
|
conversation' is a strained compulsive attempt to impress the
|
|
female.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
Daddy's Girl, passive, adaptable, respectful of and in awe of the
|
|
male, allows him to impose his hideously dull chatter on her. This
|
|
is not too difficult for her, as the tension and anxiety, the lack
|
|
of cool, the insecurity and self-doubt, the unsureness of her own
|
|
feelings and sensations that Daddy instilled in her make her
|
|
perceptions superficial and render her unable to see that the male's
|
|
babble is babble; like the aesthete `appreciating' the blob that's
|
|
labeled `Great Art', she believes she's grooving on what bores the
|
|
shit out of her. Not only does she permit his babble to dominate,
|
|
she adapts her own `conversation' accordingly.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
Trained from an early childhood in niceness, politeness and `dignity',
|
|
in pandering to the male need to disguise his animalism, she
|
|
obligingly reduces her own `conversation' to small talk, a bland,
|
|
insipid avoidance of any topic beyond the utterly trivial -- or is
|
|
`educated', to `intellectual' discussion, that is, impersonal
|
|
discoursing on irrelevant distractions -- the Gross National Product,
|
|
the Common Market, the influence of Rimbaud on symbolist painting.
|
|
So adept is she at pandering that it eventually becomes second
|
|
nature and she continues to pander to men even when in the company
|
|
of other females only.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
Apart from pandering, her `conversation' is further limited by her
|
|
insecurity about expressing deviant, original opinions and the
|
|
self-absorption based on insecurity and that prevents her conversation
|
|
from being charming. Niceness, politeness, `dignity', insecurity
|
|
and self-absorption are hardly conducive to intensity and wit,
|
|
qualities a conversation must have to be worthy of the name. Such
|
|
conversation is hardly rampant, as only completely self-confident,
|
|
arrogant, outgoing, proud, tough-minded females are capable of
|
|
intense, bitchy, witty conversation.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
<b>Prevention of Friendship (Love)</b>: Men have contempt for
|
|
themselves, for all other men whom they contemplate more than
|
|
casually and whom they do not think are females, (for example
|
|
`sympathetic' analysts and `Great Artists') or agents of God and
|
|
for all women who respect and pander to them: the insecure,
|
|
approval-seeking, pandering male-females have contempt for themselves
|
|
and for all women like them: the self-confident, swinging,
|
|
thrill-seeking female females have contempt for me and for the
|
|
pandering male females. In short, contempt is the order of the day.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
Love is not dependency or sex, but friendship, and therefore, love
|
|
can't exist between two males, between a male and a female, or
|
|
between two females, one or both of whom is a mindless, insecure,
|
|
pandering male; like conversation, live can exist only between two
|
|
secure, free-wheeling, independent groovy female females, since
|
|
friendship is based upon respect, not contempt.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
Even amongst groovy females deep friendships seldom occur in
|
|
adulthood, as almost all of them are either tied up with men in
|
|
order to survive economically, or bogged down in hacking their way
|
|
through the jungle and in trying to keep their heads about the
|
|
amorphous mass. Love can't flourish in a society based upon money
|
|
and meaningless work: it requires complete economic as well as
|
|
personal freedom, leisure time and the opportunity to engage in
|
|
intensely absorbing, emotionally satisfying activities which, when
|
|
shared with those you respect, lead to deep friendship. Our `society'
|
|
provides practically no opportunity to engage in such activities.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
Having stripped the world of conversation, friendship and love,
|
|
the male offers us these paltry substitutes:
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
<b>`Great Art' and `Culture'</b>: The male `artist' attempts to
|
|
solve his dilemma of not being able to live, of not being female,
|
|
by constructing a highly artificial world in which the male is
|
|
heroized, that is, displays female traits, and the female is reduced
|
|
to highly limited, insipid subordinate roles, that is, to being
|
|
male.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
The male `artistic' aim being, not to communicate (having nothing
|
|
inside him he has nothing to say), but to disguise his animalism,
|
|
he resorts to symbolism and obscurity (`deep' stuff). The vast
|
|
majority of people, particularly the `educated' ones, lacking faith
|
|
in their own judgment, humble, respectful of authority (`Daddy
|
|
knows best'), are easily conned into believing that obscurity,
|
|
evasiveness, incomprehensibility, indirectness, ambiguity and
|
|
boredom are marks of depth and brilliance.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
`Great Art' proves that men are superior to women, that men are
|
|
women, being labeled `Great Art', almost all of which, as the
|
|
anti-feminists are fond of reminding us, was created by men. We
|
|
know that `Great Art' is great because male authorities have told
|
|
us so, and we can't claim otherwise, as only those with exquisite
|
|
sensitivities far superior to ours can perceive and appreciated
|
|
the slop they appreciated.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
Appreciating is the sole diversion of the `cultivated'; passive
|
|
and incompetent, lacking imagination and wit, they must try to make
|
|
do with that; unable to create their own diversions, to create a
|
|
little world of their own, to affect in the smallest way their
|
|
environments, they must accept what's given; unable to create or
|
|
relate, they spectate. Absorbing `culture' is a desperate, frantic
|
|
attempt to groove in an ungroovy world, to escape the horror of a
|
|
sterile, mindless, existence. `Culture' provides a sop to the egos
|
|
of the incompetent, a means of rationalizing passive spectating;
|
|
they can pride themselves on their ability to appreciate the `finer'
|
|
things, to see a jewel where this is only a turd (they want to be
|
|
admired for admiring). Lacking faith in their ability to change
|
|
anything, resigned to the status quo, they <b>have</b> to see beauty
|
|
in turds because, so far as they can see, turds are all they'll
|
|
ever have.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
The veneration of `Art' and `Culture' -- besides leading many women
|
|
into boring, passive activity that distracts from more important
|
|
and rewarding activities, from cultivating active abilities, and
|
|
leads to the constant intrusion on our sensibilities of pompous
|
|
dissertations on the deep beauty of this and that turn. This allows
|
|
the `artist' to be setup as one possessing superior feelings,
|
|
perceptions, insights and judgments, thereby undermining the faith
|
|
of insecure women in the value and validity of their own feelings,
|
|
perceptions, insights and judgments.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
The male, having a very limited range of feelings, and consequently,
|
|
very limited perceptions, insights and judgments, needs the `artist'
|
|
to guide him, to tell him what life is all about. But the male
|
|
`artist' being totally sexual, unable to relate to anything beyond
|
|
his own physical sensations, having nothing to express beyond the
|
|
insight that for the male life is meaningless and absurd, cannot
|
|
be an artist. How can he who is not capable of life tell us what
|
|
life is all about? A `male artist' is a contradiction in terms. A
|
|
degenerate can only produce degenerate `art'. The true artist is
|
|
every self-confident, healthy female, and in a female society the
|
|
only Art, the only Culture, will be conceited, kooky, funky, females
|
|
grooving on each other and on everything else in the universe.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
<b>Sexuality</b>: Sex is not part of a relationship: on the contrary,
|
|
it is a solitary experience, non-creative, a gross waste of time.
|
|
The female can easily -- far more easily than she may think --
|
|
condition away her sex drive, leaving her completely cool and
|
|
cerebral and free to pursue truly worthy relationships and
|
|
activities; but the male, who seems to dig women sexually and who
|
|
seeks out constantly to arouse them, stimulates the highly sexed
|
|
female to frenzies of lust, throwing her into a sex bag from which
|
|
few women ever escape. The lecherous male excited the lustful
|
|
female; he <b>has</b> to -- when the female transcends her body,
|
|
rises above animalism, the male, whose ego consists of his cock,
|
|
will disappear.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
Sex is the refuge of the mindless. And the more mindless the woman,
|
|
the more deeply embedded in the male `culture', in short, the nicer
|
|
she is, the more sexual she is. The nicest women in our `society'
|
|
are raving sex maniacs. But, being just awfully, awfully nice, they
|
|
don't, of course descend to fucking -- that's uncouth -- rather
|
|
they make love, commune by means of their bodies and establish
|
|
sensual rapport; the literary ones are attuned to the throb of Eros
|
|
and attain a clutch upon the Universe; the religious have spiritual
|
|
communion with the Divine Sensualism; the mystics merge with the
|
|
Erotic Principle and blend with the Cosmos, and the acid heads
|
|
contact their erotic cells.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
On the other hand, those females least embedded in the male `Culture',
|
|
the least nice, those crass and simple souls who reduce fucking to
|
|
fucking, who are too childish for the grown-up world of suburbs,
|
|
mortgages, mops and baby shit, too selfish to raise kids and
|
|
husbands, too uncivilized to give a shit for anyones opinion of
|
|
them, too arrogant to respect Daddy, the `Greats' or the deep wisdom
|
|
of the Ancients, who trust only their own animal, gutter instincts,
|
|
who equate Culture with chicks, whose sole diversion is prowling
|
|
for emotional thrills and excitement, who are given to disgusting,
|
|
nasty upsetting `scenes', hateful, violent bitches given to slamming
|
|
those who unduly irritate them in the teeth, who'd sink a shiv into
|
|
a man's chest or ram an icepick up his asshole as soon as look at
|
|
him, if they knew they could get away with it, in short, those who,
|
|
by the standards of our `culture' are SCUM... these females are
|
|
cool and relatively cerebral and skirting asexuality.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
Unhampered by propriety, niceness, discretion, public opinion,
|
|
`morals', the respect of assholes, always funky, dirty, low-down
|
|
SCUM gets around... and around and around... they've seen the whole
|
|
show -- every bit of it -- the fucking scene, the dyke scene --
|
|
they've covered the whole waterfront, been under every dock and
|
|
pier -- the peter pier, the pussy pier... you've got to go through
|
|
a lot of sex to get to anti-sex, and SCUM's been through it all,
|
|
and they're now ready for a new show; they want to crawl out from
|
|
other the dock, move, take off, sink out. But SCUM doesn't yet
|
|
prevail; SCUM's still in the gutter of our `society', which, if
|
|
it's not deflected from its present course and if the Bomb doesn't
|
|
drop on it, will hump itself to death.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
<b>Boredom</b>: Life in a society made by and for creatures who,
|
|
when they are not grim and depressing are utter bores, van only
|
|
be, when not grim and depressing, an utter bore.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
<b>Secrecy, Censorship, Suppression of Knowledge and Ideas, and
|
|
Exposes</b>: Every male's deep-seated, secret, most hideous fear
|
|
is of being discovered to be not a female, but a male, a subhuman
|
|
animal. Although niceness, politeness and `dignity' suffice to
|
|
prevent his exposure on a personal level, in order to prevent the
|
|
general exposure of the male sex as a whole and to maintain his
|
|
unnatural dominant position position in `society', the male must
|
|
resort to:
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
1. Censorship. Responding reflexively to isolated works and phrases
|
|
rather than cereberally to overall meanings, the male attempts
|
|
to prevent the arousal and discovery of his animalism by censoring
|
|
not only `pornography', but any work containing `dirty' words,
|
|
no matter in what context they are used.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
2. Suppression of all ideas and knowledge that might expose him or
|
|
threaten his dominant position in `society'. Much biological
|
|
and psychological data is suppressed, because it is proof of
|
|
the male's gross inferiority to the female. Also, the problem
|
|
of mental illness will never be solved while the male maintains
|
|
control, because first, men have a vested interest in it -- only
|
|
females who have very few of their marbles will allow males the
|
|
slightest bit of control over anything, and second, the male
|
|
cannot admit to the role that fatherhood plays in causing mental
|
|
illness.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
3. Exposes. The male's chief delight in life -- insofar as the
|
|
tense, grim male can ever be said to delight in anything -- is
|
|
in exposing others. It doesn't' much matter what they're exposed
|
|
as, so long as they're exposed; it distracts attention from
|
|
himself. Exposing others as enemy agents (Communists and
|
|
Socialists) is one of his favorite pastimes, as it removes the
|
|
source of the threat to him not only from himself, but from the
|
|
country and the Western world. The bugs up his ass aren't in
|
|
him, they're in Russia.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
<b>Distrust</b>: Unable to empathize or feel affection or loyalty,
|
|
being exclusively out for himself, the male has no sense of fair
|
|
play; cowardly, needing constantly to pander to the female to win
|
|
her approval, that he is helpless without, always on the edge lest
|
|
his animalism, his maleness be discovered, always needing to cover
|
|
up, he must lie constantly; being empty he has not honor or integrity
|
|
-- he doesn't know what those words mean. The male, in short, is
|
|
treacherous, and the only appropriate attitude in a male `society'
|
|
is cynicism and distrust.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
<b.Ugliness</b>: Being totally sexual, incapable of cerebral or
|
|
aesthetic responses, totally materialistic and greedy, the male,
|
|
besides inflicting on the world `Great Art', has decorated his
|
|
unlandscaped cities with ugly buildings (both inside and out), ugly
|
|
decors, billboards, highways, cars, garbage trucks, and, most
|
|
notably, his own putrid self.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
<b>Hatred and Violence</b>: The male is eaten up with tension, with
|
|
frustration at not being female, at not being capable of ever
|
|
achieving satisfaction or pleasure of any kind; eaten up with hate
|
|
-- not rational hate that is directed at those who abuse or insult
|
|
you -- but irrational, indiscriminate hate... hatred, at bottom,
|
|
of his own worthless self.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
Gratuitous violence, besides `proving' he's a `Man', serves as an
|
|
outlet for his hate and, in addition -- the male being capable only
|
|
of sexual responses and needing very strong stimuli to stimulate
|
|
his half-dead self -- provides him with a little sexual thrill..
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
<b.Disease and Death</b>: All diseases are curable, and the aging
|
|
process and death are due to disease; it is possible, therefore,
|
|
never to age and to live forever. In fact the problems of aging
|
|
and death could be solved within a few years, if an all-out, massive
|
|
scientific assault were made upon the problem. This, however, will
|
|
not occur with the male establishment because:
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
1. The many male scientists who shy away from biological research,
|
|
terrified of the discovery that males are females, and show
|
|
marked preference for virile, `manly' war and death programs.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
2. The discouragement of many potential scientists from scientific
|
|
careers by the rigidity, boringness, expensiveness, time-consumingness,
|
|
and unfair exclusivity of our `higher' educational system.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
3. Propaganda disseminated by insecure male professionals, who
|
|
jealously guard their positions, so that only a highly select
|
|
few can comprehend abstract scientific concepts.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
4. Widespread lack of self-confidence brought about by the father
|
|
system that discourages many talented girls from becoming
|
|
scientists.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
5. Lack of automation. There now exists a wealth of data which, if
|
|
sorted out and correlated, would reveal the cure for cancer and
|
|
several other diseases and possibly the key to life itself. But
|
|
the data is so massive it requires high speed computers to
|
|
correlate it all. The institution of computers will be delayed
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interminably under the male control system, since the male has
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a horror of being replaced by machines.
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<p>
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6. The money systems' insatiable need for new products. Most of
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the few scientists around who aren't working on death programs
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are tied up doing research for corporations.
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<p>
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7. The males like death -- it excites him sexually and, already
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dead inside, he wants to die.
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<p>
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8. The bias of the money system for the least creative scientists.
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Most scientists come from at least relatively affluent families
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where Daddy reigns supreme.
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<p>
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Incapable of a positive state of happiness, which is the only thing
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that can justify one's existence, the male is, at best, relaxed,
|
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comfortable, neutral, and this condition is extremely short-lived,
|
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as boredom, a negative state, soon sets in; he is, therefore, doomed
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to an existence of suffering relieved only by occasional, fleeting
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stretches of restfulness, which state he can only achieve at the
|
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expense of some female. The male is, by his very nature, a leech,
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an emotional parasite and, therefore, not ethically entitled to
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live, as no one as the right to life at someone else's expense.
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<p>
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Just as humans have a prior right to existence over dogs by virtue
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of being more highly evolved and having a superior consciousness,
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so women have a prior right to existence over men. The elimination
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of any male is, therefore, a righteous and good act, an act highly
|
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beneficial to women as well as an act of mercy.
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<p>
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However, this moral issue will eventually be rendered academic by
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the fact that the male is gradually eliminating himself. In addition
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to engaging in the time-honored and classical wars and race riots,
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men are more and more either becoming fags or are obliterating
|
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themselves through drugs. The female, whether she likes it or not,
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will eventually take complete charge, if for no other reason than
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that she will have to -- the male, for practical purposes, won't
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exist.
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<p>
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Accelerating this trend is the fact that more and more males are
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acquiring enlightened self-interest; they're realizing more and
|
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more that the female interest is in <b>their</b> interest, that
|
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they can live only through the female and that the more the female
|
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is encouraged to live, to fulfill herself, to be a female and not
|
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a male, the more nearly <b>he</b> lives; he's coming to see that
|
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it's easier and more satisfactory to live <b>through</b> her than
|
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to try to <b>become</b> her and usurp her qualities, claim them as
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his own, push the female down and claim that she's a male. The fag,
|
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who accepts his maleness, that is, his passivity and total sexuality,
|
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his femininity, is also best served by women being truly female,
|
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as it would then be easier for him to be male, feminine. If men
|
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were wise they would seek to become really female, would do intensive
|
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biological research that would lead to me, by means of operations
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on the brain and nervous system, being able t to be transformed in
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psyche, as well as body, into women.
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<p>
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|
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Whether to continue to use females for reproduction or to reproduce
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in the laboratory will also become academic: what will happen when
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every female, twelve and over, is routinely taking the Pill and
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|
there are no longer any accidents? How many women will deliberately
|
|
get or (if an accident) remain pregnant? No, Virginia, women don't
|
|
just adore being brood mares, despite what the mass of robot,
|
|
brainwashed women will say. When society consists of only the
|
|
fully conscious the answer will be none. Should a certain percentage
|
|
of men be set aside by force to serve as brood mares for the species?
|
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Obviously this will not do. The answer is laboratory reproduction
|
|
of babies.
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<p>
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|
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|
As for the issue of whether or not to continue to reproduce males,
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it doesn't follow that because the male, like disease, has always
|
|
existed among us that he should continue to exist. When genetic
|
|
control is possible -- and soon it will be -- it goes without saying
|
|
that we should produce only whole, complete beings, not physical
|
|
defects of deficiencies, including emotional deficiencies, such as
|
|
maleness. Just as the deliberate production of blind people would
|
|
be highly immoral, so would be the deliberate production of emotional
|
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cripples.
|
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<p>
|
|
|
|
Why produce even females? Why should there be future generations?
|
|
What is their purpose? When aging and death are eliminated, why
|
|
continue to reproduce? Why should we care what happens when we're
|
|
dead? Why should we care that there is no younger generation to
|
|
succeed us.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
Eventually the natural course of events, of social evolution, will
|
|
lead to total female control of the world and, subsequently, to
|
|
the cessation of the production of males and, ultimately, to the
|
|
cessation of the production of females.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
But SCUM is impatient; SCUM is not consoled by the thought that
|
|
future generations will thrive; SCUM wants to grab some thrilling
|
|
living for itself. And, if a large majority of women were SCUM,
|
|
they could acquire complete control of this country within a few
|
|
weeks simply by withdrawing from the labor force, thereby paralyzing
|
|
the entire nation. Additional measures, any one of which would be
|
|
sufficient to completely disrupt the economy and everything else,
|
|
would be for women to declare themselves off the money system, stop
|
|
buying, just loot and simply refuse to obey all laws they don't
|
|
care to obey. The police force, National Guard, Army, Navy and
|
|
Marines combined couldn't squelch a rebellion of over half the
|
|
population, particularly when it's made up of people they are
|
|
utterly helpless without.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
If all women simply left men, refused to have anything to do with
|
|
any of them -- ever, all men, the government, and the national
|
|
economy would collapse completely. Even without leaving men, women
|
|
who are aware of the extent of their superiority to and power over
|
|
men, could acquire complete control over everything within a few
|
|
weeks, could effect a total submission of males to females. In a
|
|
sane society the male would trot along obediently after the female.
|
|
The male is docile and easily led, easily subjected to the domination
|
|
of any female who cares to dominate him. The male, in fact, wants
|
|
desperately to be led by females, wants Mama in charge, wants to
|
|
abandon himself to her care. But this is not a sane society, and
|
|
most women are not even dimly aware of where they're at in relation
|
|
to men.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
The conflict, therefore, is not between females and males, but
|
|
between SCUM -- dominant, secure, self-confident, nasty, violent,
|
|
selfish, independent, proud, thrill-seeking, free-wheeling, arrogant
|
|
females, who consider themselves fit to rule the universe, who have
|
|
free-wheeled to the limits of this `society' and are ready to wheel
|
|
on to something far beyond what it has to offer -- and nice, passive,
|
|
accepting `cultivated', polite, dignified, subdued, dependent,
|
|
scared, mindless, insecure, approval-seeking Daddy's Girls, who
|
|
can't cope with the unknown, who want to hang back with the apes,
|
|
who feel secure only with Big Daddy standing by, with a big strong
|
|
man to lean on and with a fat, hairy face in the White House, who
|
|
are too cowardly to face up to the hideous reality of what a man
|
|
is, what Daddy is, who have cast their lot with the swine, who have
|
|
adapted themselves to animalism, feel superficially comfortable
|
|
with it and know no other way of `life', who have reduced their
|
|
minds, thoughts and sights to the male level, who, lacking sense,
|
|
imagination and wit can have value only in a male `society', who
|
|
can have a place in the sun, or, rather, in the slime, only as
|
|
soothers, ego boosters, relaxers and breeders, who are dismissed
|
|
as inconsequents by other females, who project their deficiencies,
|
|
their maleness, onto all females and see the female as worm.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
But SCUM is too impatient to wait for the de-brainwashing of millions
|
|
of assholes. Why should the swinging females continue to plod
|
|
dismally along with the dull male ones? Why should the fates of
|
|
the groovy and the creepy be intertwined? Why should the active
|
|
and imaginative consult the passive and dull on social policy? Why
|
|
should the independent be confined to the sewer along with the
|
|
dependent who need Daddy to cling to? A small handful of SCUM can
|
|
take over the country within a year by systematically fucking up
|
|
the system, selectively destroying property, and murder:
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
SCUM will become members of the unwork force, the fuck-up force;
|
|
they will get jobs of various kinds an unwork. For example, SCUM
|
|
salesgirls will not charge for merchandise; SCUM telephone operators
|
|
will not charge for calls; SCUM office and factory workers, in
|
|
addition to fucking up their work, will secretly destroy equipment.
|
|
SCUM will unwork at a job until fired, then get a new job to unwork
|
|
at.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
SCUM will forcibly relieve bus drivers, cab drivers and subway
|
|
token sellers of their jobs and run buses and cabs and dispense
|
|
free tokens to the public.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
SCUM will destroy all useless and harmful objects -- cars, store
|
|
windows, `Great Art', etc.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
Eventually SCUM will take over the airwaves -- radio and TV networks
|
|
-- by forcibly relieving of their jobs all radio and TV employees
|
|
who would impede SCUM's entry into the broadcasting studios.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
SCUM will couple-bust -- barge into mixed (male-female) couples,
|
|
wherever they are, and bust them up.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
SCUM will kill all men who are not in the Men's Auxiliary of SCUM.
|
|
Men in the Men's Auxiliary are those men who are working diligently
|
|
to eliminate themselves, men who, regardless of their motives, do
|
|
good, men who are playing pall with SCUM. A few examples of the
|
|
men in the Men's Auxiliary are: men who kill men; biological
|
|
scientists who are working on constructive programs, as opposed to
|
|
biological warfare; journalists, writers, editors, publishers and
|
|
producers who disseminate and promote ideas that will lead to the
|
|
achievement of SCUM's goals; faggots who, by their shimmering,
|
|
flaming example, encourage other men to de-man themselves and
|
|
thereby make themselves relatively inoffensive; men who consistently
|
|
give things away -- money, things, services; men who tell it like
|
|
it is (so far not one ever has), who put women straight, who reveal
|
|
the truth about themselves, who give the mindless male females
|
|
correct sentences to parrot, who tell them a woman's primary goal
|
|
in life should be to squash the male sex (to aid men in this endeavor
|
|
SCUM will conduct Turd Sessions, at which every male present will
|
|
give a speech beginning with the sentence: `I am a turd, a lowly
|
|
abject turd', then proceed to list all the ways in which he is.
|
|
His reward for doing so will be the opportunity to fraternize after
|
|
the session for a whole, solid hour with the SCUM who will be
|
|
present. Nice, clean-living male women will be invited to the
|
|
sessions to help clarify any doubts and misunderstandings they may
|
|
have about the male sex; makers and promoters of sex books and
|
|
movies, etc., who are hastening the day when all that will be shown
|
|
on the screen will be Suck and Fuck (males, like the rats following
|
|
the Pied Piper, will be lured by Pussy to their doom, will be
|
|
overcome and submerged by and will eventually drown in the passive
|
|
flesh that they are); drug pushers and advocates, who are hastening
|
|
the dropping out of men.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
Being in the Men's Auxiliary is a necessary but not a sufficient
|
|
condition for making SCUM's escape list; it's not enough to do
|
|
good; to save their worthless asses men must also avoid evil. A
|
|
few examples of the most obnoxious or harmful types are: rapists,
|
|
politicians and all who are in their service (campaigners, members
|
|
of political parties, etc); lousy singers and musicians; Chairmen
|
|
of Boards; Breadwinners; landlords; owners of greasy spoons and
|
|
restaraunts that play Muzak; `Great Artists'; cheap pikers and
|
|
welchers; cops; tycoons; scientists working on death and destruction
|
|
programs or for private industry (practically all scientists);
|
|
liars and phonies; disc jockies; men who intrude themselves in the
|
|
slightest way on any strange female; real estate men; stock brokers;
|
|
men who speak when they have nothing to say; men who sit idly on
|
|
the street and mar the landscape with their presence; double dealers;
|
|
flim-flam artists; litterbugs; plagiarisers; men who in the slightest
|
|
way harm any female; all men in the advertising industry; psychiatrists
|
|
and clinical psychologists; dishonest writers, journalists, editors,
|
|
publishers, etc.; censors on both the public and private levels;
|
|
all members of the armed forces, including draftees (LBJ and McNamara
|
|
give orders, but servicemen carry them out) and particularly pilots
|
|
(if the bomb drops, LBJ won't drop it; a pilot will). In the case
|
|
of a man whose behavior falls into both the good and bad categories,
|
|
an overall subjective evaluation of him will be made to determine
|
|
if his behavior is, in the balance, good or bad.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
It is most tempting to pick off the female `Great Artists', liars
|
|
and phonies etc along with the men, but that would be inexpedient,
|
|
as it would not be clear to most of the public that the female
|
|
killed was a male. All women have a fink streak in them, to a
|
|
greater or lesser degree, but it stems from a lifetime of living
|
|
among men. Eliminate men and women will shape up. Women are
|
|
improvable; men are no, although their behavior is. When SCUM gets
|
|
hot on their asses it'll shape up fast.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
Simultaneously with the fucking-up, looting, couple-busting,
|
|
destroying and killing, SCUM will recruit. SCUM, then, will consist
|
|
of recruiters; the elite corps -- the hard core activists (the
|
|
fuck-ups, looters and destroyers) and the elite of the elite --
|
|
the killers.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
Dropping out is not the answer; fucking-up is. Most women are
|
|
already dropped out; they were never in. Dropping out gives control
|
|
to those few who don't drop out; dropping out is exactly what the
|
|
establishment leaders want; it plays into the hands of the enemy;
|
|
it strengthens the system instead of undermining it, since it is
|
|
based entirely on the non-participating, passivity, apathy and
|
|
non-involvement of the mass of women. Dropping out, however, is an
|
|
excellent policy for men, and SCUM will enthusiastically encourage
|
|
it.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
Looking inside yourself for salvation, contemplating your navel, is not,
|
|
as the Drop Out people would have you believe, the answer. Happiness
|
|
likes outside yourself, is achieved through interacting with others.
|
|
Self-forgetfulness should be one's goal, not self-absorption. The
|
|
male, capable of only the latter, makes a virtue of irremediable
|
|
fault and sets up self-absorption, not only as a good but as a
|
|
Philosophical Good, and thus gets credit for being deep.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
SCUM will not picket, demonstrate, march or strike to attempt to
|
|
achieve its ends. Such tactics are for nice, genteel ladies who
|
|
scrupulously take only such action as is guaranteed to be ineffective.
|
|
In addition, only decent, clean-living male women, highly trained
|
|
in submerging themselves in the species, act on a mob basis. SCUM
|
|
consists of individuals; SCUM is not a mob, a blob. Only as many
|
|
SCUM will do a job as are needed for the job. Also SCUM, being cool
|
|
and selfish, will not subject to getting itself rapped on the head
|
|
with billy clubs; that's for the nice, `privileged, educated',
|
|
middle-class ladies with a high regard for the touching faith in
|
|
the essential goodness of Daddy and policemen. If SCUM ever marches,
|
|
it will be over the President's stupid, sickening face; if SCUM
|
|
ever strikes, it will be in the dark with a six-inch blade.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
SCUM will always operate on a criminal as opposed to a civil
|
|
disobedience basis, that is, as opposed to openly violating the
|
|
law and going to jail in order to draw attention to an injustice.
|
|
Such tactics acknowledge the rightness overall system and are used
|
|
only to modify it slightly, change specific laws. SCUM is against
|
|
the entire system, the very idea of law and government. SCUM is
|
|
out to destroy the system, not attain certain rights within it.
|
|
Also, SCUM -- always selfish, always cool -- will always aim to
|
|
avoid detection and punishment. SCUM will always be furtive, sneaky,
|
|
underhanded (although SCUM murders will always be known to be such).
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
Both destruction and killing will be selective and discriminate.
|
|
SCUM is against half-crazed, indiscriminate riots, with no clear
|
|
objective in mind, and in which many of your own kind are picked
|
|
off. SCUM will never instigate, encourage or participate in riots
|
|
of any kind or other form of indiscriminate destruction. SCUM will
|
|
coolly, furtively, stalk its prey and quietly move in for the kill.
|
|
Destruction will never me such as to block off routes needed for
|
|
the transportation of food or other essential supplies, contaminate
|
|
or cut off the water supply, block streets and traffic to the extent
|
|
that ambulances can't get through or impede the functioning of
|
|
hospitals.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
SCUM will keep on destroying, looting, fucking-up and killing until
|
|
the money-work system no longer exists and automation is completely
|
|
instituted or until enough women co-operate with SCUM to make
|
|
violence unnecessary to achieve these goals, that is, until enough
|
|
women either unwork or quit work, start looting, leave men and
|
|
refuse to obey all laws inappropriate to a truly civilized society.
|
|
Many women will fall into line, but many others, who surrendered
|
|
long ago to the enemy, who are so adapted to animalism, to maleness,
|
|
that they like restrictions and restraints, don't know what to do
|
|
with freedom, will continue to be toadies and doormats, just as
|
|
peasants in rice paddies remain peasants in rice paddies as one
|
|
regime topples another. A few of the more volatile will whimper
|
|
and sulk and throw their toys and dishrags on the floor, but SCUM
|
|
will continue to steamroller over them.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
A completely automated society can be accomplished very simply and
|
|
quickly once there is a public demand for it. The blueprints for
|
|
it are already in existence, and it's construction will take only
|
|
a few weeks with millions of people working on it. Even though off
|
|
the money system, everyone will be most happy to pitch in and get
|
|
the automated society built; it will mark the beginning of a
|
|
fantastic new era, and there will be a celebration atmosphere
|
|
accompanying the construction.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
The elimination of money and the complete institution of automation
|
|
are basic to all other SCUM reforms; without these two the others
|
|
can't take place; with them the others will take place very rapidly.
|
|
The government will automatically collapse. With complete automation
|
|
it will be possible for every woman to vote directly on every issue
|
|
by means of an electronic voting machine in her house. Since the
|
|
government is occupied almost entirely with regulating economic
|
|
affairs and legislating against purely private matters, the
|
|
elimination of money wand with it the elimination of males who wish
|
|
to legislate `morality' will mean there will be practically no
|
|
issues to vote on.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
After the elimination of money there will be no further need to
|
|
kill men; they will be stripped of the only power they have over
|
|
psychologically independent females. They will be able to impose
|
|
themselves only on the doormats, who like to be imposed on. The
|
|
rest of the women will be busy solving the few remaining unsolved
|
|
problems before planning their agenda for eternity and Utopia --
|
|
completely revamping educational programs so that millions of women
|
|
can be trained within a few months for high level intellectual work
|
|
that now requires years of training (this can be done very easily
|
|
once out educational goal is to educate and not perpetuate an
|
|
academic and intellectual elite); solving the problems of disease
|
|
and old age and death and completely redesigning our cities and
|
|
living quarters. Many women will for a while continue to think they
|
|
dig men, but as they become accustomed to female society and as
|
|
they become absorbed in their projects, they will eventually come
|
|
to see the utter uselessnes and banality of the male.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
The few remaining men can exist out their puny days dropped out on
|
|
drugs or strutting around in drag or passively watching the
|
|
high-powered female in action, fulfilling themselves as spectators,
|
|
vicarious livers*[FOOTNOTE: It will be electronically possible for
|
|
him to tune into any specific female he wants to and follow in
|
|
detail her every movement. The females will kindly, obligingly
|
|
consent to this, as it won't hurt them in the slightest and it is
|
|
a marvelously kind and humane way to treat their unfortunate,
|
|
handicapped fellow beings.] or breeding in the cow pasture with
|
|
the toadies, or they can go off to the nearest friendly suicide
|
|
center where they will be quietly, quickly, and painlessly gassed
|
|
to death.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
Prior to the institution of automation, to the replacement of males
|
|
by machines, the male should be of use to the female, wait on her,
|
|
cater to her slightest whim, obey her every command, be totally
|
|
subservient to her, exist in perfect obedience to her will, as
|
|
opposed to the completely warped, degenerate situation we have now
|
|
of men, not only not only not existing at all, cluttering up the
|
|
world with their ignominious presence, but being pandered to and
|
|
groveled before by the mass of females, millions of women piously
|
|
worshiping the Golden Calf, the dog leading the master on a leash,
|
|
when in fact the male, short of being a drag queen, is least
|
|
miserable when his dogginess is recognized -- no unrealistic
|
|
emotional demands are made of him and the completely together female
|
|
is calling the shots. Rational men want to be squashed, stepped
|
|
on, crushed and crunched, treated as the curs, the filth that they
|
|
are, have their repulsiveness confirmed.
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
The sick, irrational men, those who attempt to defend themselves
|
|
against their disgustingness, when they see SCUM barrelling down
|
|
on them, will cling in terror to Big Mama with her Big Bouncy
|
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Boobies, but Boobies won't protect them against SCUM; Big Mama will
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be clinging to Big Daddy, who will be in the corner shitting in
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his forceful, dynamic pants. Men who are rational, however, won't
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kick or struggle or raise a distressing fuss, but will just sit
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back, relax, enjoy the show and ride the waves to their demise.
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<p>
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- end -
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<p>
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Tom Jennings -- tomj@wps.com -- World Power Systems -- San Francisco, Calif.
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From max@sentex.net Wed Jan 16 09:10:57 2002
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Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2001 17:31:45 -0400
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From: Sylvia Morscher <max@sentex.net>
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To: tomj@wps.com
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Subject: yet more old files
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>From tdkcs!uunet.ca!fido.wps.com!tomj Fri Dec 10 16:10:49 1993 remote from exlibris
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From: tomj@wps.com (Tom Jennings)
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Message-Id: <9312102103.AA00602@wps.com>
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Subject: wanna be on my SHIT-LIST
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To: sylvia@exlibris.tdkcs.waterloo.on.ca (Sylvia Maxwell)
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Date: Fri, 10 Dec 1993 16:03:31 -0500
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Hey, heh heh, wanna be on my shitlist? You'll get... shit... in the
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mail. It's mot hyper sophisticated. Mostly fun stuff, some "serious" if
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it's interesting enough... the other people in the list are WPS users,
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friends, mostly non-techies. Though I dump techie stuff. Flesh (my
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friend and soon, TLG intern) generates some, and he's doing the gopher
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server (gopher to wps.com).
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We'll be putting up a WWW server soon.
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--
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Tom Jennings -- tomj@wps.com -- World Power Systems -- San Francisco, Calif.
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The Little Garden -- admin@admin.tlg.rg.net -- S.F. Bay Area Internetwork
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>From tdkcs!hookup!fido.wps.com!flesh Wed Dec 22 21:49:57 1993 remote from exlibris
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From: flesh@wps.com (Flesh)
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Message-Id: <9312220552.AA06150@wps.com>
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Subject: Re: People like this should be KILLED
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Date: Tue, 21 Dec 1993 21:52:42 -0800 (PST)
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Cc: shit-list@fido.wps.com
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In-Reply-To: <9312201920.AA11220@wps.com> from "Tom Jennings" at Dec 20, 93 11:20:17 am
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Well. You know, we all could reply to Mr White. A nice little message
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like....
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Mr. White.
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Having recieved your xmas greeting, I would like to take this opprotunity
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to point out that it is this holiday season, the most suicides a year
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occur. I would've been one of them, however, I decided to happily imursh
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myself in my work. It was working too! Was, until I recived your letter.
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I'm going to slit my wrists now. Thanks for pushing me over the edge.
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>From tdkcs!uunet.ca!fido.wps.com!tomj Mon Dec 20 16:10:21 1993 remote from exlibris
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From: tomj@wps.com (Tom Jennings)
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Message-Id: <9312201920.AA11220@wps.com>
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Subject: People like this should be KILLED
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To: shit-list@fido.wps.com
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Date: Mon, 20 Dec 1993 14:20:17 -0500
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...and all traces of their existence wiped from every database on the
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planet, every phonebook every phone-sex hotline. Maybe through
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extreme vigilance we can stamp this kind of thing out!
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Probably not. But we can try!!!
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*This* is what poison, rabid rats, blow-darts, electrical torture,
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and being run over slowly by a truck as your family is forced to
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watch, are for! Self defense!
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The crime?! Bad taste? Idiocy? Foolishness? No -- the pinheaded
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assumption other people want to indulge in this mall-inspired
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rubbish.
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Happy fucken holydays indeed.
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Forwarded message:
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> From white@interval.com Mon Dec 20 11:02:46 1993
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> Message-Id: <9312201858.AA24545@interval.interval.com>
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> Mime-Version: 1.0
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> Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"
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> Date: Mon, 20 Dec 1993 11:00:55 -0800
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> To: everyone@interval.com, lubdub@aol.com, MOONUNIT@orange.cc.utexas.edu,
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> pavel@parc.xerox.com, electric@netcom.com (F. Randall Farmer),
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> "frank chen" <frank_chen@go.com>, Diane Li <dli@us.oracle.com>,
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> <dshurman_+p_ATC_+a_HumanNet_+lDaniel_Shurman+r%MHS+d_DACC342C01349D20-DACC342C02349D20%Humanware@mcimail.com>,
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> knutson@itsa.ucsf.EDU (Brian Knutson),
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> Joshua.Loftus@Forsythe.Stanford.EDU, msomol@us.oracle.com,
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> tmeritt@leland.stanford.edu, arnoma01@dons.ac.usfca.edu,
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> rauchway@leland.stanford.edu, johnmcw@violet.berkeley.edu,
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> sunrise@Euphrates.Stanford.EDU, esquivel@Euphrates.Stanford.EDU,
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> jtsherman@aol.com, renosboy@aol.com, rachelc106@aol.com, kjj@tenet.edu,
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> jonathan@casa.stanford.edu, skropf@us.oracle.com, jwishnie@vivid.com,
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> ellen@cs.stanford.edu, ly@cs.stanford.edu, dli@us.oracle.com,
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> chun@mcc.com, srinija@MCC.COM, vemuri@CS.Stanford.EDU,
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> dianazon@leland.stanford.edu, opel@leland.stanford.edu,
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> piggie@leland.stanford.edu, shazam@leland.stanford.edu,
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> goose@leland.stanford.edu, asd-board@Euphrates.Stanford.EDU,
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> pcd-students@Euphrates.Stanford.EDU
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> From: white@interval.com (Sean Michael White)
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> Subject: Happy Holidays
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> Cc: asb@MEDIA-LAB.MEDIA.MIT.EDU, electronic.cafe@pro-palmtree.socal.com,
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> mark@path.net, tomj@fido.wps.com, kathyr@aol.com,
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> ullmer@bigcheese.math.scarolina.edu, hlr@well.sf.ca.us,
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> emma@csli.stanford.edu, HARTFIELD@AppleLink.Apple.COM,
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> 75030.1004@CompuServe.COM, claudlee@aol.com,
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> workinger@leland.stanford.edu
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>
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> Happy Chanukah,
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> merry Christams,
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> joyous Kwanza,
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> happy New Year,
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> and safe passage to you all.
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>
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> If I've left you out, you have different needs this season, or even if you
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> have everything you need, I wish you hope and fulfillment in the coming
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> year. And please remember to have fun!
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>
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> With my love, <--- I can see tears running down your cheek now...;-)
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> Sean
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>
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>
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>
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> *%\@/*%$%*\@/*%$%*\@/*%$%*\@/*%$%*\^/*%$%*\@/*%$%*\@/*%$%*\@/*%$%*\@/*%*
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> * X ! X ! X ! X ! . ! X ! X ! X ! X *
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> * O O O O .|. O O O O *
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> * -*- *
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> * Athbhliain Faoi Mhaise! '|` _ Happy New Year! *
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> * Inpakaramaana Vidumurai! *:* ("D Chag Sameach! *
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> * Frohliche Weihnachten! * . * ~(=r Boas Festas! *
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> * Sarbatori Fericite! ** ** .../__\ Gut Yontif! *
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> * Joyous Solstice! *** o *** [MJ] Iyi YIllar! *
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> * Mele Kalikimake! *\ O * Hyvaeae Lomaa! *
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> * Merry Christmas! ** \\ ** Wesolych Swiat! *
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> * Happy Hanukkah! *** \\ *** Stastny Novy Rok! *
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> * Pari Artsagourt! * o \\ * Kellemes Unnepeket! *
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> * Shub Naya Baras! ** O \\** Blwyddyn Newydd Dda! *
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> * Vesele Vanoce! ***\\ o \*** Ching Chi Shen Tan! *
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> * Feliz Navidad! * \\ o * Felichan Jarfinon! *
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> * Joyeux Noel! ** o \\ O ** Joy to the World *
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> * Bom Natal! **** \\ o **** - And to All a *
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> * God Jul! ** o o \\ o ** Good Night! *
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> * Cheers! *** O \\ *** *
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> * *:D o_ ***************************** e@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
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> * _ <' )~ ___ ##### _v_ @@@"""""""""""""*
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> * /<~ ["""] V o [___] _@_ #####__|~|_ A @" ___ ___________
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> * %'= @|HHH|[~] U |\ /|/^^^\##[{}{}{}{](") ! II__[w] | [i] [z] |
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> * %' ) /%|HHH||$|/V\|XXX|~~~~~##[}{}{}{}](:)<*> {======|_|~~~~~~~~~|
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> * %(__6 |==D|HHH||$|\^/|/ \|=====##[{}{}{}{](:) V /oO--000'"`-OO---OO-'
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> ************************************************************************
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>
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> I don't know the original creator of this ascii-art but I thought
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> it was the closest thing to the season.
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>
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> -------
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> white@interval.com "I'm being followed by a moon shadow..."
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>
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>
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>
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--
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Tom Jennings -- tomj@wps.com -- World Power Systems -- San Francisco, Calif.
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The Little Garden -- admin@admin.tlg.rg.net -- S.F. Bay Area Internetwork
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[ Part 5: "Attached Text" ]
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>From tdkcs!uunet.ca!fido.wps.com!tomj Wed Dec 8 00:09:14 1993 remote from exlibris
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From: tomj@wps.com (Tom Jennings)
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Message-Id: <9312080328.AA28732@wps.com>
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Subject: Re: Cu Digest, #5.89 (fwd)
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To: max@exlibris.tdkcs.waterloo.on.ca (Sylvia Maxwell)
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Date: Tue, 7 Dec 1993 22:28:16 -0500
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In-Reply-To: <PPR4Dc1w165w@exlibris.tdkcs.waterloo.on.ca> from "Sylvia Maxwell" at Dec 5, 93 08:49:48 pm
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X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL23]
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> What is happening with the erotic magazine?
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Which erotic zine? My new one, yet to be? (Zine that is -- it wasn't
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going to be an erotic zine, but a fag/punk/technology zine. Probably
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with a readership of 1: me!)
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> i guess you won't get the painting for a couple of days. I told you
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> i had mailed it, but actually it was sitting parcelled in the hallway
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> and i was about to mail it, but i couldn't find your address. which
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> i didn't find until days later, after locating the last person to
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> whom i'd leant your mail art. so it was really mailed on Friday.
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I really look forwrd to it! Really!
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> Subj: living a life
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> All: You are a deviant control freak struggling with decontructing the
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> rules of games.
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I wonder if this doesn't preface every possible user of email and
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related stuph...
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--
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Tom Jennings -- tomj@wps.com -- World Power Systems -- San Francisco, Calif.
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The Little Garden -- admin@admin.tlg.rg.net -- S.F. Bay Area Internetwork
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From max@sentex.net Wed Jan 16 09:11:02 2002
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Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2001 17:32:59 -0400
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From: Sylvia Morscher <max@sentex.net>
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To: tomj@wps.com
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Subject: even more
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[ Part 2: "Attached Text" ]
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>From tdkcs!hookup!fido.wps.com!flesh Thu Dec 30 23:45:17 1993 remote from exlibris
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for max
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From: flesh@wps.com (Flesh)
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Message-Id: <9312310442.AA03707@wps.com>
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Subject: End of Year E-Zine Listing (fwd)
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To: shit-list@fido.wps.com
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Date: Thu, 30 Dec 1993 20:42:23 -0800 (PST)
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Cc: zorca@aol.com, zorca@well.sf.ca.us, cs000rrs@selway.umt.edu,
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tjames@netcom.com
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Forwarded message:
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>From owner-cypherpunks@toad.com Thu Dec 30 18:43:27 1993
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Date: Thu, 30 Dec 93 21:26:34 -0500
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Message-Id: <9312310226.AA28681@bsu-cs.bsu.edu>
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From: Anonymous <nowhere@bsu-cs.bsu.edu>
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To: cypherpunks@toad.com
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X-Remailed-By: Anonymous <nowhere@bsu-cs.bsu.edu>
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X-Ttl: 0
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X-Notice: This message was forwarded by a software-
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automated anonymous remailing service.
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Subject: End of Year E-Zine Listing
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Organization: Anarchy for Tentacles
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Once again, we find ourselves facing a new jahre and pondering
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the untold wonders of the anarchy of cyberspace!
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In celebration of this joyous occasion, I've decided to
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post a compilation of electronic 'zines for your perusal.
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I especially like the reference for Practical Anarchy and will
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probably send a copy of this message to our old chum, Larry
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"the squid" Detweiler.
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Enjoy,
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- Spooge
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/---------------- good stuff follows ------------------/
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Last updated: 27-Aug-93 by John Labovitz <johnl@netcom.com>
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This is a summary of electronically-accessible zines. The format should
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be fairly self-explanatory. In most cases, descriptions are excerpted from
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the masthead of the zine listed.
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[For those of you not acquainted with the zine world, "zine" is short for
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either "fanzine" or "magazine," depending on your point of view. Zines are
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generally produced by one person or a small group of people, done mostly for
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fun, and often irreverent, bizarre, and/or esoteric. Zines are not
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"mainstream" publications -- they generally do not contain advertisements
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(except, sometimes, advertisements for other zines), do not have a large
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subscriber base, and are not produced to make money.]
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If you have any additions, deletions, or changes to this list, please email
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them to johnl@netcom.com.
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I will post this list (and/or changes to the list) to various mailing lists
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and Usenet news groups. It can also be obtained via anonymous FTP from
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netcom.com as "/pub/johnl/zines/e-zine-list", and via email (either single
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issues or subscriptions) from e-zines-request@netcom.com.
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If you publish an e-zine, or know someone who does, please send a copy to
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e-zines@netcom.com and I'll add the relevant info to this database.
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All comments, suggestions, changes, deletions, etc., are welcomed and
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encouraged.
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John Labovitz
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johnl@netcom.com
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Arm The Spirit
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"Arm The Spirit is a anti-imperialist/autonomist collective that
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disseminates information about liberation struggles in advanced capitalist
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countries and in the so-called 'Third World.' Our focus is on armed
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struggle and other forms of militant resistance but we do not limit
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ourselves to this. In Arm The Spirit you can find news on political
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prisoners in North America and Europe, information on the struggles of
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Indigenous peoples in the Americas, communiques from guerrilla groups,
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debate and discussion on armed struggle and much more. We also attempt
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to cover anti-colonial national liberation struggles in Kurdistan,
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Puerto Rico, Euskadi and elsewhere."
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Editor(s): Autonome Forum <aforum@moose.uvm.edu>
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Format: ASCII text
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FTP: etext.archive.umich.edu:/pub/Politics/Arm.the.Spirit
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E-Mail: aforum@moose.uvm.edu, subject: "ATS: e-mail request"
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Postal: Arm The Spirit, c/o Wild Seed Press, POB 57584, Jackson Stn.,
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Hamilton, Ontario, L8P 4X3, Canada
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Arm The Spirit, c/o Autonome Forum, POB 1242,
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Burlington, VT 05402-1242, USA
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Phone: +1 416 527 2419 (FAX for Canadian group)
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Armadillo Culture
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"Being the excremeditation of a hyperactive armadillo's activities,
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opinions, and other stuff..."
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Editor(s): Steve Okay <sokay@mitre.org>
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Format: ASCII text
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FTP: etext.archive.umich.edu:/pub/Zines/Armadillo.Culture
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Postal: Armadillo Culture, 2857 Foxmill Rd. Herndon, VA 22071, USA
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ART COM
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"An online magazine forum dedicated to the interface of contemporary art
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and new communication technologies."
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Editor(s): Carl Eugene Loeffler <artcomtv@well.sf.ca.us>
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Format: ASCII text
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Usenet: alt.artcom
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Postal: ART COM, POB 193123 Rincon, San Francisco, CA 94119-3123, USA
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Phone: +1 415 431 7524 (voice), +1 415 431 7841 (fax)
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Other: Whole Earth 'Lectronic Link (WELL): ART COM Electronic Network
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(ACEN)
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BLINK
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"BLINK would like to be a forum for the issues surrounding the intersection
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of consciousness and technology. This is our best defense against
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postmodern angst: To critically look at and anticipate the cultural and
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social changes spurred by the rapid development of technology."
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Editor(s): Justin Kerr <ratsbats@casbah.acns.nwu.edu>
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Joe Germuska (managing editor)
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Danny Dunlavy (chiphead)
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Jake Eldridge (assistant editor)
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Format: ASCII text
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FTP: blink.acns.nwu.edu:/pub/blink
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Gopher: gopher.well.sf.ca.us
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Computer Underground Digest
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"An open forum dedicated to sharing information among computerists and
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to the presentation and debate of diverse views."
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Editor(s): Jim Thomas and Gordon Meyer <TK0JUT2@NIU.BITNET>
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Format: ASCII text
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FTP: ftp.eff.org:/pub/cud
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etext.archive.umich.edu:/pub/CuD/cud
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halcyon.com:/pub/mirror/cud
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aql.gatech.edu;/pub/eff/cud
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ftp.ee.mu.oz.au:/pub/text/CuD (Australia)
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nic.funet.fi:pub/doc/cud (Finland)
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ftp.warwick.ac.uk:pub/cud (United Kingdom)
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Gopher: etext.archive.umich.edu
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Postal: Jim Thomas, Department of Sociology, NIU, DeKalb, IL 60115, USA
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Phone: +1 815 753 0303 (voice), +1 815 753 6302 (fax)
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Usenet: comp.society.cu-digest
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CompuServe: DL0 and DL4 of the IBMBBS SIG; DL1 of LAWSIG; DL1 of TELECOM
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Other: GEnie: PF*NPC RT libraries; VIRUS/SECURITY library
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America Online: PC Telecom forum under "computing newsletters"
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Delphi: General Discussion database of the Internet SIG
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PC-EXEC BBS (+1 414 789 4210)
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Rune Stone BBS (IIRG WHQ) (+1 203 832 8441) NUP:Conspiracy
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RIPCO BBS (+1 312 528 5020)
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via Fidonet File Request from 1:11/70
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ComNet in LUXEMBOURG BBS (+352 466893)
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Bits against the Empire BBS (+39 461 980493) (Italy)
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Crash
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"A guide to traveling through the underground. Alternative travel
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stories, hints, and tips."
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Editor(s): John Labovitz <johnl@netcom.com>
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Miles Poindexter
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Nigel French
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Format: ASCII text
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FTP: netcom.com:/pub/johnl/zines/crash
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Postal: Crash, 519 Castro #7, San Francisco, CA 94114, USA
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CTHEORY -- Virtual Review of Books for Post-Modem Theory
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"CTHEORY is a new international, electronic review of books on theory,
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technology and culture. Reviews are posted monthly of key books in
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contemporary discourse as well as theorisations of major 'event-scenes' in
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the mediascape. Editors and contributors include: Kathy Acker, Jean
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Baudrillard, Bruce Sterling, Arthur and Marilouise Kroker, Deena and
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Michael Weinstein. CTHEORY will also offer the possibility of interactive
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discussions among its subscribers in the electronic theory
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'sim-posium/salon.'"
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Editor(s): <ed22@musica.mcgill>
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Format: ASCII text
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E-Mail: LISTSERV@VM1.MCGILL.CA
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with text body: "SUBSCRIBE CTHEORY <full-name>"
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Cyberspace Vanguard
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"News and Views of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Universe"
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Editor(s): TJ Goldstein <tlg4@po.cwru.edu>
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Sarah Alexander, Administrator <aa746@po.cwru.edu>
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Format: ASCII text
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E-Mail: cn577@cleveland.freenet.edu
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Cyberspace Vanguard@1:157/564 (FidoNet)
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CVANGUARD (Delphi)
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Postal: Cyberspace Vanguard, POB 25704, Garfield Heights, OH 44125, USA
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Drum
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"Drum is not an isolated event but an ongoing process."
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Editor(s): R. Patrick Jones <dh644@cleveland.Freenet.Edu>
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Format: ASCII text
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FTP: etext.archive.umich.edu:/pub/Zines/Drum
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Gopher: gopher.well.sf.ca.us
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Ego Project
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"This 'zine is a product of me and as such will contain anything I feel
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like putting in it. Whatever I feel like putting in it shall include,
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but is not limited too, anything I feel applies to Gothdom in general.
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Album/single/tape reviews, book and movies reviews, etc. The Sisters of
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Mercy and the Mission are my main focuses, but since neither of them
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put out music on anything resembling a frequent basis I imagine other
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groups will be featured quite frequently."
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Editor(s): Corey Nelson <ieya@byron.u.washington.edu>
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Format: ASCII text
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Gopher: gopher.well.sf.ca.us
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Postal: Ego Project, 1717 Monroe #b, Bellingham, WA 98225, USA
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Factsheet Five / Factsheet Five - Electric
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"FactSheet Five is the central clearinghouse of information about zines,
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those opinionated publications with press runs of 50 to 5000 (often done
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through surrepticious use of on-the-job supplies and xerox). Mike
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Gunderloy of Rennsalaer, NY published 44 editions of F5. Hudson Luce
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published the final issue, #45. I opened my big mouth (or, rather, let
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my fingers blab away) about doing an online, net-accessible version of
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FactSheet Five."
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Editor(s): Jerod Pore <jerod23@well.sf.ca.us> (electronic version)
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Seth Friedman <sethf5@well.sf.ca.us> (paper version)
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Format: ASCII text
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FTP: etext.archive.umich.edu:/pub/Factsheet.Five
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nigel.msen.com:/pub/newsletters/F5-E
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src.doc.ic.ac.uk:/literary/newsletters/factsheet-five
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Gopher: gopher.well.sf.ca.us
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WAIS: nigel.msen.com
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Postal: Factsheet Five, 1800 Market St., San Francisco, CA 94102, USA
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(This is for *BOTH* the electronic and paper versions;
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or for items that can't be delivered to a PO box)
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Seth Friedman, POB 170099, San Francisco, CA 94117-0099, USA
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(This is for the paper version *only*, especially
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subscriptions)
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Other: The WELL
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BBSes around the world
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FUNHOUSE! -- The cyberzine of degenerate pop culture
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"Dedicated to whatever happens to be on my mind at the time I'm writing.
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The focus will tend to be on those aspects of our fun-filled world which
|
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aren't given the attention of the bland traditional media, or which have
|
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been woefully misinterpreted or misdiagnosed by the same. FUNHOUSE! is
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basically a happy place, and thus the only real criteria I will try to
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meet is to refrain from rants, personal attacks, and flames -- and thus
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FUNHOUSE! is an apolitical place. Offbeat films, music, literature, and
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experiences are largely covered, with the one stipulation that articles
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are attempted to be detailed and well documemnted, although this is no
|
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guarantee of completeness or correctness, so that the interested reader
|
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may further pursue something which may spark her interest."
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Editor(s): Jeff Dove <jeffdove@well.sf.ca.us>
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Format: ASCII text
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FTP: netcom.com in /pub/johnl/zines/funhouse
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High Weirdness by Email
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random Internet information
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Editor(s): <mporter@nyx.cs.du.edu>
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Format: ASCII text
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Gopher: gopher.well.sf.ca.us
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International TeleTimes
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"International Teletimes is a general interest magazine. There are several
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recurring monthly columns but the rest of the content changes from month to
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month as new themes are chosen. The goal of Teletimes is to attract a large
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variety of writers from all over the world so that the readers will be
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exposed to a great variety of ideas and opinions."
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Editor(s): Ian Wojtowicz <ian@breez.wimsey.com>
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Format: Macintosh Doc-Maker application
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FTP: sumex-aim.stanford.edu:/info-mac/per/teletimes-*.hqx
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Postal: TeleTimes International, 3938 West 30th Ave.,
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Vancouver, BC V6S 1X3, Canada
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Other: OneNet (network of FirstClass BBSes)
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InterText
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"InterText is a bi-monthly fiction magazine with over 1000 subscribers
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worldwide."
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Editor(s): Jason Snell <intertxt@network.ucsd.edu>
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Geoff Duncan <gaduncan@halcyon.com>
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Format: ASCII text
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PostScript
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FTP: etext.archive.umich.edu:/pub/EFF.journals/InterText
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CompuServe: Electronic Frontier Foundation's "Zines from the Net" section,
|
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accessible by typing "GO EFFSIG"
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Obscure Electronic
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"OBSCURE is the zine that profiles the people in this publishing subculture."
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Editor(s): James P Romenesko <intertxt@network.ucsd.edu>
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Format: ASCII text
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FTP: etext.archive.umich.edu:/pub/Zines/Obscure.Electric
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Gopher: gopher.well.sf.ca.us
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Postal: POB 1334, Milwaukee, WI 53201, USA
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People Power Update
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The newsletter of the bicycle advocacy group "People Power"
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Editor(s): Ron Goodman <goodman@cats.ucsc.edu>
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Format: ASCII text
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FTP: netcom.com:/pub/johnl/zines/ppu
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Postal: People Power, 226 Jeter Street, Santa Cruz, CA 95060, USA
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Phone: +1 408 425 8851 (voice/fax)
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Play by EMail
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"Electronic 'zine about free play-by-electronic-mail wargames. Reviews,
|
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game openings, information."
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Editor(s): Greg Lindahl <gl8f@fermi.clas.Virginia.EDU>
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Format: ASCII text
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FTP: ftp.erg.sri.com:/pub/pbm/PBEM-Fanzine
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Gopher: gopher.well.sf.ca.us
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Usenet: rec.games.pbm
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Practical Anarchy Online
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"An electronic zine concerning anarchy from a practical point of view, to
|
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help you put some anarchy in your everyday life. The anarchy scene is
|
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covered through reviews and reports from people in the living anarchy."
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Editor(s): Chuck Munson <cmunson@macc.wisc.edu>
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Bitnet: cmunson@wiscmacc.bitnet
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Mikael Cardell <cardell@lysator.liu.se,
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Fidonet: Mikael Cardell@2:205/223
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Format: ASCII text
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Gopher: gopher.well.sf.ca.us
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Postal: Practical Anarchy, POB 173, Madison, WI 53701-0173, USA
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Practical Anarchy, c/o Mikael Cardell, Gustav Adolfsgatan 3,
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S-582 20 Linkoping, Sweden
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Quanta
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"Quanta is the electronically produced and distributed magazine of science
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fiction and fantasy. As such, each issues is packed with fiction from
|
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amateur and professional authors from around the world and across the net."
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Editor(s): Daniel K. Appelquist <quanta@andrew.cmu.edu>
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Format: PostScript
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ASCII text
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FTP: export.acs.cmu.edu:/pub/quanta
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ftp.eff.org:/journals/Quanta
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lth.se:/documents/Quanta
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catless.newcastle.ac.uk:/pub/Quanta
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Gopher: gopher-srv.acs.cmu.edu (in the Archives directory)
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Postal: Quanta, 3003 Van Ness St. NW #S919, Washington, DC 20008, USA
|
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CompuServe: "Zines from the Net" area of the EFF forum
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(accessed by typing GO EFFSIG)
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Scream Baby
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"What do I want? Besides world peace, a sexy Mexican maid, and someone to
|
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use their fucking brains around here, I want a really good
|
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all-encompassing-sub-culture zine. Music, literature, art, television,
|
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film, weird space-time kinks, events, information, news, humor, interviews,
|
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and re:views of 'Stuff I Think Is Cool.' Not all at once, of course.
|
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Each issue of Scream Baby will come out whenever I can scrape together
|
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25-30 kilobytes of really good stuff."
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Editor(s): Blade X <bladex@bladex@wixer.cactus.org>
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Format: ASCII text
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FTP: etext.archive.umich.edu:/pub/Zines/ScreamBaby
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ftp.eff.org:/pub/journals/ScreamBaby
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Postal: Cyberlicious <tm>, POB 4510, Austin, TX 78765 USA
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Other: WWIV: 46@5285
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Unplastic News
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"the odd e-mail magazine w/a fever"
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Editor(s): <tibbetts@hsi.hsi.com>
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Format: ASCII text
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FTP: ftp.eff.org:/pub/cud/misc/journals
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etext.archive.umich.edu:/pub/EFF.journals/Unplastic_News
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quartz.rutgers.edu:pub/journals
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Gopher: gopher.well.sf.ca.us
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Voices from the Net
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"There are a lot of folks with at least one foot in this complex region we
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call (much too simply) "the net." There are a lot of voices on these wires.
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From IRC to listservs, MUDspace to e-mail, Usenet group to commercial bbs
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-- all kinds of voices -- loud and quiet, anonymous and well-known. And yet,
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it's far from clear what it might mean to be a "voice" from, or on, the
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net. Enter "Voices from the Net": one attempt to sample, explore, the
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possibilities (or perils) of net.voices. Worrying away at the question.
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Running down the meme. Looking/listening, and reporting back to you."
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Editor(s): Bookish <tibbetts@hsi.hsi.com>
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CountZer0 <mgardbe@andy.bgsu.edu>
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NEURO <fbohann@andy.bgsu.edu>
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Format: Macintosh HyperCard stack
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ASCII text
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FTP: sumex-aim.stanford.edu:/info-mac/per/voices-*.hqx
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etext.archive.umich.edu:pub/zines/Voices
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E-Mail: Voices-request@andy.bgsu.edu
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to subscribe:
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subject: Voices from the Net
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body: subscribe
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Whole Earth Review
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"We are dedicated to demystification, to self-teaching, and to
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encouraging people to think for themselves. Thus our motto: 'ACCESS TO
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TOOLS AND IDEAS.' Tools in the Whole Earth sense include hammers, books,
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and computer conferencing systems. Our readers are a community of
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tool-users who share information with one another. The ideas we make
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accessible have not often been found in university courses, but are
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becoming recognized as part of what you need to know to be truly educated.
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Our readers contribute to the editorial content as well, with both reviews
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and articles."
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Editor(s): <>
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Format: ASCII text
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Macintosh PageMaker 4.2 files
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Gopher: gopher.well.sf.ca.us
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E-Mail: wer@well.sf.ca.us
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Postal: Whole Earth Review, 27 Gate Five Road, Sausalito, CA 94965, USA
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Phone: +1 415 332 1716 (voice), +1 415 332 3110 (fax)
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Sites archiving e-zines with FTP:
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ftp.eff.org
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etext.archive.umich.edu
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ftp.cic.net
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quartz.rutgers.edu
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ftp.msen.com
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ftp.halcyon.com
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world.std.com
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netcom.com in /pub/johnl/zines)
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nigel.msen.com in /pub/newsletters
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grind.isca.uiowa.edu (128.255.19.233) in /info/journals
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Sites archive e-zines with Gopher:
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gopher.eff.org
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etext.archive.umich.edu
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gopher.cic.net
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gopher.msen.com
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gopher.well.sf.ca.us
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world.std.com
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gopher.unt.edu
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Date: Thu, 1 Sep 1994 23:52:49 -0700 (PDT)
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From: Tom Jennings <tomj@wps.com>
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Subject: Re: talk a bout a transfiguration whoooa!
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To: Sylvia Maxwell <max@exlibris.tdkcs.waterloo.on.ca>
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In-Reply-To: <BiJPqc8w165w@exlibris.tdkcs.waterloo.on.ca>
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Message-ID: <Pine.3.89.9409012307.E4545-0100000@fido.wps.com>
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MIME-Version: 1.0
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Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII
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> may i please put this in snoozie?
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Um, did I answer you already? My computer is senile and cannot remember.
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Yes is the current answer.
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>
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> Tom Jennings writes:
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>
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> > I know exactly what I want my building to look like. I don't care abou
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> > stuff like rooms or value or wood or concrete or steel. It needs a place in
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> > back with dirt. It cannot be flat. There is a particular combination of
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> > pale light brownish grass that everything dies into in the semi-arid
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> > high-desert (newly raised sea bottom) that most of the West coast (or north
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> > america) is. There must be a pile or iron for plants to grown in, old
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> > tangled rusted on top but filthy with 40 year old caked grease down amongst
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> > the weeds where you go to grab them to clean up the yard on odd five year
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> > intervals, and when you realize just how heavy, filthy and tangled the iron
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> > objects really are you give up (pulling your hand back, think layer of old
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> > grease, dirt, dead grass, cobwebs and dead bugs, hot thread of a sore
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> > muscle you pulled on a little too hard at the wrong angle and a bright
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> > white and red scrape on your bare shin where the cast iron steering gear
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> > rose and fell at an unpredictable angle when you tugged at the pile).
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> > That's what smart plants wrap themselves in to get away from thoughts of
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> > lawnmowers or even human interest in their existence.
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> >
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> > I want to take up again my practice of putting unwanted vegetable sexual
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> > parts into the dirt outside the kitchen. In our last warehouse 666 Illinois
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> > st I did this. Friends live there now so I get to visit. There is 3rd year
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> > stunted corn, big pile of peppermint, inedible green beans, wild flowers,
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> > and an avocado tree nearly 6 feet high and six feet wide with a 2 inch
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> > diameter trunk! It can't have sex though, only masturbate, because it's the
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> > only avocado tree around.
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> >
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> > In the impentrable scrabble in the corner of the parkin lot I scraped out a
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> > tiny hole to bury my old lizard in. There is now a giant fennel growin on
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> > top of it; this has no bearing to the lizard buried there, as fennel grows
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> > everywhere here anyways and the lizard had no water or flesh in it's 2-foot
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> > long body (strange beast; the sort of animal that makes you wonder about
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> > existence itself. It requred 105 degree temperature, ultraviolet radiation,
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> > it ate only bugs and mammals, and drink literally no water. It would
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> > urinate after eating mice. It was utterly solitary, apparently approaching
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> > one of it's own to mate in some violent ritual. It was flatly terrified of
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> > all and any humans, even me, who fed it reliably. Nearly all animals lke
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> > me, even wild ones. It lived in it's intensive care station at the end of a
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> > 40 foot hall way, and would bask on it's electric rock under the 100 wat
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> > red heatlamp and blacklight bulb; as I approached, it would rise up on all
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> > four legs, hiss, and **BOLT** at high speed under its rock pile to peer at
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> > me until I left. The only thing that would bring it out while I was aroun
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> > was a small white mouse dropped into it's cage, which caused it to speeed
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> > out, grab the mouse with no unnecessary motions, suffocate the mouse and
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> > inhale it. Utterly no cruelty, nor recnognition of the mouse. Strange
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> > beast. It actually grew abou 6" and gained about half a pound of weight,
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> > the vet at SPCA was furious I was able to buy one, he explained the rather
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> > extreme requrements for it's survival and assumed I would not meet them. So
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> > when we moved to 666, and it no longer was the solitary occupant of 120 sq
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> > ft of dark hallway, and had to be within visibility of humans most of the
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> > time, and it stopped eating. It lost weight. After a month of this, I
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> > simply couldnt take it any more. A lizard expert (sic) told me that lizards
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> > hibernate/sleep when it gets really cold, and the least awuful way to kill
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> > them is to put them in a box, in the freezer. They sleep. Then freeze to
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> > death. I puzzled the ramifications of this contrast for a long time.) I
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> > always wonder about it's skeleton, should I go dig it up.
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> >
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> > My friend Erika has a little house in Santa Fe. Her and her boyfriend Scot
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> > have a chaotically controlled garden. She has a large patch of Datura. It
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> > really is a
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> >
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> > --
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> > World Power Systems -- San Francisco CA
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> >
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> >
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Tom Jennings -- tomj@wps.com -- World Power Systems -- San Francisco, Calif.
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Date: Sat, 3 Sep 1994 04:10:51 -0400
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From: tomj@wps.com (Tom Jennings)
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To: <@uunet.ca:tdkcs!exlibris!max@xenitec>
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Subject: I am overloaded beyond belief
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Apparently-To: <@mail.uunet.ca:tdkcs!exlibris!max@xenitec>
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I'm sorry, but I am nearly unable to read email here due to the
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incredible volume of mail. If it's not of critical importance I
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may not get to it for weeks. It's not that I don't value it, but
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a measure of desperation.
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- If you are writing about Little Garden business, please write
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to admin@tlg.org (The Little Garden), and it will be routed to the
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appropriate person in the office.
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- If it's personal mail, rest assured that I will eventually get
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it, but if it's important and time-sensitive you're better off
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calling me on the phone, though be warned that I go weeks at a time
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without playing back the messages.
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This is an automatic response; your message is here waiting for me to
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read it.
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Subject: Another 800 number ((Jesse's) (fwd)
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Date: Mon, 24 Oct 1994 09:42:29 -0700 (PDT)
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From: Tom Jennings <tomj@wps.com>
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To: Sylvia Maxwell <max@exlibris.tdkcs.waterloo.on.ca>
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Subject: Time's up (fwd)
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What fun FidoNet is!!! :-)
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Don't publish... georeg sent this to me for amusement purposes, I guess.
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I love that Steve Winter! I would never have thought it possible to dream
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up such a character...
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Tom Jennings -- tomj@wps.com -- World Power Systems -- San Francisco, Calif.
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