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I n f o r m a t i o n, C o m m u n i c a t i o n, S u p p l y
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E L E C T R O Z I N E
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Information Communication Supply 10/5/93 Vol.1:Issue.6 Part:1
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Email To: ORG_ZINE@WSC.COLORADO.EDU
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E D I T O R S: Local Alias: Email: ICS Positions:
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Deva Winblood MeTaL MaSTeR, ADP_DEVA Technical Director,
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Ephemeral Ask Deva, Tales of the
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Presence Unknown, Editing
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Ted Sanders Zorro STU520256399 Writer, Final Editor,
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Subscriptions, Fragment
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Design, Final Opinion
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Jeremy Bek rApIeR STU521279258 Layout, Writer, Editing,
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Subscriptions, Letters,
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Role Playing Games,
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Fragment Design
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Jeremy Greene Diabolus STU521139287 Technical Editor,
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Subscriptions
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Clint Thompson None ADP_CLINT Editing, Writer
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Steven Peterson Rufus T. Firefly STU388801940 Editing, Writer
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Russel Hutchinson Burnout Writer, Subscriptions,
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Editing
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George Sibley MAC_FAC FAC_SIBLEY Editing, Supervisor
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| ICS is an Electrozine distributed by students of Western State |
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| College in Gunnison, Colorado. We are here to gather information about |
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| topics that are important to us all as human beings. If you would like |
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| to send in a submission please type it into an ASCII format and mail it |
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| to us. We operate on the assumption that if you mail us something you |
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| want it to be published. We will do our best to make sure it is |
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| distributed and will always inform you when or if it is used. |
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| See the end of this issue for submission information. |
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REDISTRIBUTION: If any part of this issue is copied or used elsewhere
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you must give credit to the author and indicate that the information
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came from ICS Electrozine ORG_ZINE@WSC.COLORADO.EDU.
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DISCLAIMER: The views represented herein do not necessarily represent the
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views of the editors of ICS. contributors to ICS assume all
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responsibilities for ensuring that articles/submissions are not violating
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copyright laws and protections.
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| \ T A B L E O F C O N T E N T S / |
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| Included in the table of contents you will see some|
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| generic symbols to help you in making your |
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| decisions on whether an article is something that |
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| may use ideas, and/or language that could be |
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| offensive to some. S = Sexual Content |
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| AL = Adult Language V = Violence O = Opinions |
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| I. First Opinion by Deva Winblood |
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| II. New Prejudices by Steven Peterson (O) |
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| III. Everyone Needs a Little Magic (O) |
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| by Russ Hutchison |
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| IV. i wish i could write by Clint Thompson |
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| V. An Eagle Speaks on Evolution |
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| by George Sibley |
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| VI. Eye Opener by Russ Hutchinson (V,S,Al) |
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| VII. Almost Middle Opinion by Jeremy Bek |
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| 1) Right After the Middle Word By Jeremy Bek |
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| 2) Thaumaturgy(Part 1) By Jason Manzcur (O) |
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| 3) Women By JamiJo Tobey |
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| 4) The Ones We Love By Russ Hutchison (V,AL) |
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| 5) Networking School Day(Part 1) By |
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| 6) ListServes By Jeremy Bek (O) |
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| 7) The Final Word By Ted Sanders (O) |
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| \ F I R S T O P I N I O N / |
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|\/ / By \ \/|
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Greetings,
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We finally managed to send you issue number five, and just to
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prove we are back and producing zines on an ALMOST regular
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basis, here begins ICS Electrozine issue number six. The staff is
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changing as regularly as we produce new issues. *snicker*
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This is the first ICS issue to be sent out in fragment form. The
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survey that was sent out during the spring indicated that a large
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percentage of our subscribers wanted ICS to be sent to them in
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smaller and more frequent issues. Thus, we are switching to the
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fragment system. We will be sending each issue out in the form
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of two or three fragments. These fragments will then be compiled
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into one large issue to be stored on anonymous FTP archive sites.
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The new staff and the old are gradually going their own ways, as
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not all people can continue to put as much time into the zine as
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is neccessary. This is my way of saying that my presence in the
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ICS Electrozine will be much less than it has been in the past.
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I still plan to write for ICS, but I am also giving the new regime
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their chance to do the zine better and take it to new heights.
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After this issue, Jeremy Bek will be the ICS Technical Director and
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I will be on call if something arises that the regular ICS staff
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cannot handle. Anyone that would like to learn of my other
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internet projects feel free to write me at through EMAIL and I
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will let you know what things new are being contemplated. You
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can mail me at ADP_DEVA@WSC.COLORADO.EDU.
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This issue features a review of a unique card game. The review
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is written by Russell Hutchison. This issue is also being put
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together by Jeremy Bek as his first attempt. So, contact him
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at ORG_ZINE@WSC.COLORADO.EDU if you have any comments, criticisms,
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or just want to congratulate him on his meteoric promotion.
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Let this issue represent the dawning of a new era. Let the staff
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know if you like what you see.
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Deva Winblood - ICS Technical Director 10/26/1993
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*( New Prejudices )*
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By Steven Peterson
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In this, my maiden voyage into the brave new world of electronic
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communication, I would like to explore my reactions to the impending
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changes facing the television industry in America. As I sit here, large
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multi-national corporations are battling for control of the next stage
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of cable television expansion. This expansion involves bringing hundreds
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of channels to the average citizen of our country, allowing individuals
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to specifically program entertainment in a pseudo-interactive way. In
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using the term "pseudo-interactive", I am attempting to describe the
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limitations of programming choices offered by our entertainment
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industry and the implied boundaries this will place on true
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intellectual engagement. American television has evolved to a point
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where it effectively defines reality for a growing segment of our
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population. Realizing this fact, various corporate and political
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entities have fused psychology, marketing, and video technology to
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create a new science of indoctrination. The intellectually passive
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nature of television provides a perfect forum for the dissemination of
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these new, subtle forms of propagandistic persuasion. Currently,
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free-market demands are the only limiting force (aside from our Federal
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Communications Commission) controlling manipulative programming.
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In many ways, the American theatre of television has compromised our
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democratic form of self-government. Our entire electoral process is
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already conducted as a sort of "ratings battle". We elect our leaders
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pretty much on the basis of appearance. All of our major (and many minor)
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political decisions are now resolved according to criteria imposed by
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broadcast methods. Our elected leaders are more or less forced to reduce
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any statements of policy to "sound-bites", six to eight second fragments
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of discourse designed to appeal to television news editors. These fragmented
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statements effectively alienate viewers from adopting a well-informed
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position on any of the major issues facing our nation. Cut off from any
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valid forms of political revelation, the average citizen in America has
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grown to view the entire republican approach to government as divorced
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from the effects of individual involvement and perhaps beyond comprehension.
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Personally, I feel it is this "distancing" that is responsible for the lack
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of civic identification I have felt over the course of my life. I simply
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cannot develop any measure of respect for community leaders who seem to
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be "playing for the camera". And play for the camera they do ... from minor
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press conferences to national elections, image has replaced substance as
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the common coin of political success. All too often, political indiscretions
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are obscured and hidden by finely crafted efforts to manipulate public
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reaction to imagery. The media's portrayal of Oliver North springs to mind
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as a perfect example of this use of imagery. I believe most Americans wanted
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to believe the defense this "all-american" looking patriot offered during the
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potentially devastating Iran-Contra trial. When faced with allegations
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of massive improprieties condoned by our President (an inference on my
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part), our citizenry generally chose to accept any explanations
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this seemingly upstanding individual offered. It is this willingness to
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accept the world as it is portrayed on television as reality that
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concerns me. This modern "blind-faith" compromises any attempts to challenge
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(and improve) the course of our development as a nation and as individuals.
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Ironically, Americans depend on this same media to expose and protect
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ourselves against these types of abuse. When technology gains the capacity
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to control and influence our standards for expression, public and private,
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it also gains the potential to control the minds and hearts of every
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individual in our society.
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Socially, the spectre of five hundred channels of programmable
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entertainment will most likely contribute to the increasing
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fragmentation of our society. Allowed to descend into the depths of
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factional interests, most individuals will see little reason to
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"decentrate", or attempt to understand other's perspectives. At this
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point, I run into one of the central conflicts inherent in the
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"information age" - how to balance highly specialized information
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against a bewildering array of valid viewpoints without becoming bogged
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down in a morass of confusion. This lack of a viable common context in
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which to place our individual impressions and beliefs effectively
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prohibits the use of technology as a focal point for unifying the people
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of a nation. On the bright side, technology does offer the people of our
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world the chance to dissolve the barriers which separate us physically
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and intellectually.
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The most troubling aspect of this cable revolution is the
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overwhelming amount of control large corporate entities are battling
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over. These corporations are seeking to control the sources of
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programming material as well as the mechanical means of delivery. They
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seem to be willing to offer hundreds of choices, but they will still
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retain control over which choices you are allowed to make. I find this
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system somewhat reminiscent of the former Soviet Communist Party's methods of
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maintaining and controlling power. Ultimately, our most fundamental
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right to simply turn the damned thing off may be compromised by strong
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social pressure to "participate" in this new culture. Given the choice
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between a propoganda-free mind and social isolation, most Americans will
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choose "interpersonal" indoctrination every time. This new multi-
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billion dollar industry will create an opportunity to amass the
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necessary capital for monopolistic control over the production
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facilities required to produce programs. I can easily forsee the
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anti-trust suits that should accompany the resolution of the corporate
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take-over battles, and I truly hope that there is an organization out
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there with the courage to file a true "class-action" suit.
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Perhaps I have just grown cynical about the average level of
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independent thinking American citizens are capable of. Then again, I
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walk into my college classrooms and see my peers (?) approaching
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education itself as a passive activity. Bean counters, I call 'em,
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people who are attempting to collect their daily doses of knowledge with
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this unstated expectation that wisdom will magically spring forth
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with no effort on their part. This attitude, a product of television
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viewing habits, insidiously taints my education by forcing the
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faculty of my college to "play" to this type of student audience.
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Simply increasing the scope of material available doesn't promise to alter
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this fundamentally passive habit of blindly accepting statements made
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from a position of relative authority.
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So, is there a solution to this dilemma? Probably not. Television
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has gained such a powerful hold over our society that any attempts to
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regulate it will be resisted by entities with the money and clout
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required to block any such attempts. The real battle will be fought at
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the individual level by people committed to maintaining the intellectual
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integrity of our nation. Personally, I am currently preparing to embark
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on a career of secondary teaching, so this issue is of more than passing
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concern to me. The spectre of a sub-literate nation controlling vast
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nuclear and other weapons technology doesn't exactly fill me with
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confidence, or hope. The final irony may be that the technological
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revolution responsible for these weapons may also rob us of the
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judgement required to maintain control over it.
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"The life of every man who dissents from prevailing ideas is
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bound to be more or less lonely".
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- H.L. Mencken
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/ Everyone Needs a Little Magic \
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\ By Russell Hutchison /
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Recently I was in a game store in Colorado Springs when a friend of
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mine noticed four decks of cards of the game Magic, The Gathering, on
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display. He pointed them out to me and informed me that the game was
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sweeping the nation. In fact, he had called around to multiple game
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distributers all over the mid-west and said he wanted some Magic. "Doesn't
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everybody", was the common response. After hearing several stories
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from the shop owner about how fast the game was selling (Up to 40 decks
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of cards after one demonstration!) I decided to get a deck and try it
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out. My friend whipped out his VISA and bought the other three. I felt
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that he was going over board with the game, until I played it for the
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first time. Now I wish I had bought at least another deck.
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The game was designed by Richard Garfield Ph.D., and is published
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by Wizards of the Coast, Inc. It is a combination of trading cards
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with art from over 20 artists and a card game that is more or less like
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the card game called War, except infinitely more interesting and fun.
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Within each deck of cards are cards which represent various types of Land,
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Creatures, Artifacts, and Spells. Land cards represent the the magic
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power that is accessable to each player. Certain types of land are
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necessary to put different cards in play. Creatures are used to cause
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"damage" to your opponent and to defend you from your opponents'
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creatures. Artifacts are cards that are used to strengthen your power
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and weaken your enemy. Spell cards are used to damage your opponent,
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his/her creatures, or artifacts and strengthen your creatures.
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The most common game played is a two player version, called a Duel,
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but multi-player games are possible. Games are usually played to win
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an ante of one random card. By winning certain games the strength of
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your deck will increase (or decrease) and there will be weaknesses that
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you will need to repair through trading or Duels.
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One aspect of the game that makes it much more interesting is that
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there are 300 cards in the series (so far) and each deck holds only 60
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randomly selected cards. Thus, the contents of any one deck is never
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known when opponents first meet. More types of cards are in the works
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and so are booster packs for those who just want to add a little spice
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to their decks.
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All in all this game is one of the most fun games to hit the scene
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in quite some time. The play testers of the game have been playing
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for more than two years and are still going strong. So, I have high
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hopes that this game will provide entertainment for many years to come.
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For more information there is a listserv that is accessable by sending
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the message "subscribe gg-1 YourRealName" to listserv@wizards.com.
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)============== i wish i could write =============(
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i wish i could write.
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i wish i could reach the
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deepest
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deep
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of my soul with a pen,
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and wrench it free.
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i wish i could write
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the wings of a bird,
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or explain the sound of
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love
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in spring.
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i wish i could capture
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the taste, in a word, of
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a breath of
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mountain air
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at twilight.
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the sun in twisting robes of red and orange
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descends
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into
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her bed.
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no, i must watch the moment
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then watch the moment leave...
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unable to hold it here
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with paper and ink.
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the greatest moments of my life
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are volumes
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only read by me.
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unable to live by paper and pen
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for all the world to see.
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Clint Thompson
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It's a story eagles have always told,
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But humans are just again learning to hear it.
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It's a story from back when the dragons ruled
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And bigger was known to be better:
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Bigger and tougher and more armored against all
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Even life, those were the standards:
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Might made right; the strong got stronger
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And the big just got bigger and bigger.
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That's like the story the humans tell;
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But as humans tell it, it goes nowhere:
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Things changed, and the dragons simply perished.
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But the story the eagles tell is different,
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The story humans are just learning to hear.
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The way the eagles tell it, some of the little dragons,
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Little in some ways, but strong in their own way,
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Began to change too.
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They gave up on the claws and armor;
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And their claws grew long and delicate and fragile,
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And their scales became long, soft and fluffy.
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How the big dragons laughed!
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Har! Har! thundered the thunder-dragons,
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As the soft little lizards hopped and flapped along
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Little soaring leaps to avoid being clawed and bashed
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Trampled and smashed by the heavy armored feet.
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But the webbing claws and the feathering scales
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Continued to lengthen even as the thunder-dragons
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Continued to laugh their thunderous laugh, repeating the wisdom:
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Bigger is better; might makes right; nothing succeeds
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Like success: bigger claws and thicker scales--
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Think of that now, says the eagle,
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As you watch me ride the shatter of light
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Up the face of the mountain.
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Think of that as you strain to see the cranes
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A mile up with their great transcontinental wingbeat,
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Or follow the dart and swoop of the swallow.
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Think of that as you look for your way
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In a world going mad with bigness, toughness, armor.
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--George Sibley
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The dark cloak of sleep was pulled slowly away from Eric's eyes
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and mind. He knew something was happening, something important, but he
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felt as if he was trying to think through a black gauze bandage. The
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young boy opened one of his eyes, his half-gaze fell upon a small,
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dark, hunched shape, with multiple, blazing red eyes, squatting well
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within his arms reach. Panic started to build in Eric's chest with a
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warm pressure and a heady, almost fuzzy feeling gripped his still
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groggy mind as adrenaline kick started his thoughts. At the same
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time the creature's unseen jaws snapped shut. Eric hardly noticed that
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he screamed as he slammed his back into the wall behind his bed, trying,
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by force of will, to merge with the wall or grind a path to safety through
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it with his shoulder blades. The creature, which seemed to be smaller
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than a toaster, didn't even flinch. Eric's vision finally cleared and in
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the weak moonlight he found himself staring at the glowing face of his
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new digital clock. He stared at it a while longer while his breathing
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returned to normal and his hands began to shake slightly.
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The sound of foot steps approaching his closed door and his
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mother's voice calling his name helped to calm him down. The door was
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pushed open and the vague shape of his mother's head poked through the
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dark rupture.
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"Eric, honey, are you alright?" Eric could hear the worry in his
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mother's voice and the sound of her hand sliding across the wall, vainly
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searching for the light switch. He closed his eyes, waiting for his
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vision to become red.
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"I'm fine, mom." Eric heard the heavy, ponderous footsteps of his
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barrel-chested father coming closer. "I had a bad dream, and the clock
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scared me."
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"We heard you scream," his mom said. There was a sharp click and
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the insides of Eric's eyes glowed red.
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"Yeah, I thought the clock was a monster, it scared me."
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"Awful short monster," said his father from the hall. His balding
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head visible in the light spilling over the mother's shoulder into the
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hall. "I don't think you have anything to worry about, son." A yawn
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contorted his face into the visage of a man in pain. "Good night, pup."
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The father disappeared from view.
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"Good night, dad."
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"Good night, Eric. Get some sleep, you have school tomorrow."
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"Yes, mom. I love you."
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Eric looked back at the clock, making sure that it was really a
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clock. A small tag was taped to the clock. It read: "Happy eleventh
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birthday! Love ya bro', Mike." There was a click and the room was
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draped in darkness again. Only the glowing numbers on the clock were
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visible as his eyes adjusted back to the moonlight. Eric watched the
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time change from 1:10 A.M. to 1:11, and his night vision had almost
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completely returned.
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But the horror, when, in the crystalline silence left in the wake of his
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parent's departure, the sound of the monster's jaws snapping shut sounded
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from the far side of the room. Eric tore his gaze from the glowing machine
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and tried, fruitlessly, to spot the creature. But the moonlight pooling on
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the floor made the section of the room between the window and the light
|
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as black as pitch. Young Eric was about to call to his parents again
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when the sound happened again. But this time he knew the source.
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Someone was bouncing pebbles off his window.
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Eric hopped out of bed and walked quietly to the window. Pressing
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his face against the cool, clear glass he saw his best friend, Paul,
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waving to him from the ground, one floor down. Wasting no time, Eric put
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on warm clothes that were warm and dark in color. He then slipped out
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his bedroom door and took his usual path, the one where he knew all
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the squeaky floor-boards to the front door. He checked to make sure he
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had the key in his pocket before he closed the door. While he did this
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Paul had come around the corner of the house, moving in the shadows around
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the base of the house. The two boys held their greetings until after
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the door was closed and they had safely crossed the street into a greenbelt
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between the neighbors yards.
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Eric slapped Paul on his shoulder, "You dork, you scared the hell
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out of me! I thought Mike's clock was a monster...for a second."
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"It's good to see you, too. I sneak out of my house, risk getting
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grounded for life by seeing you, all just to say happy birthday, and you
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slap me because your rapist brother's clock scares you. " Gawd, what a
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jerk!" Paul, with arms akimbo, fixes Eric with a gaze of mock hurt.
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"I'm sorry about hitting you, but I was scared...and don't talk
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like my brother is bad. He's my family...even if he was guilty. And
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how can you say bad stuff about him when he used to play with us both
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all the time?"
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"I guess my mom is rubbing off on me. She still forbids me to see
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you. I guess she thinks that you'll turn out bad too, and you'll pull
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me down with you. She says that you only care about him because you've
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never known a female who was raped."
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"Bull, I know what I feel! Your mom is full of it!"
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"Who cares anyway? I just want to go stealthin'. We haven't done
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that since Mike's trial."
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"Yeah, lets go. I...I need to be moving or something."
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The two boys started to play their game of stealthin', and within
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twenty minutes of dodging and hiding from cars and people Eric's humor
|
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returned. But then, while they were hiding in a bush, the faint sound
|
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of Paul's mom calling his name drifted to their silent hiding place.
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"Oh no! I gotta go! I'll see you later, Eric," Paul jumped up from
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behind the bush, startling a group of college kids who were heading home
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from last call.
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"Take care!" whispered Eric, but Paul was long gone.
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When the students had passed he stood up and decided that it would
|
|
be best to go home. He began to sneak his way from bush to bush, and
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car to car. He only had a few blocks to go and was cutting through a
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greenbelt when he noticed the dark shape of someone walking into the
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other end. The person was stumbling around, drunk, and since he was
|
|
already hidden Eric thought that he would stay behind a bush and wait
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until the person was gone. As the dark figure got closer he could tell
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it was a woman. Then, a large figure burst from the bushes, followed by
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two more. The first shadow tackled the woman with a shoulder in the
|
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small of her back. Eric heard the breath burst from her lungs as she
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hit the ground. Then the other two shadows swarmed over her. He
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watched as they cursed at her, wrapping their hands around her throat,
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hit her, tore her clothes. All the time he could hear the woman's sobs,
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labored breathing, and choked off pleas to be released.
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Eric was shaking, he knew he had to do something. Everything was
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|
so terrible that he felt like he was watching T.V. Then it occured to
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him that, if it was T.V. then he couldn't get hurt. All he would have
|
|
to do is yell or something, then the shadows would leave. Slowly he
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stepped around the side of the bush. The dark pile of people was making
|
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strange noises and saying words that only older kids used before they
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fought. Eric tried to yell but he couldn't while looking at the
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writhing pile. He looked up and tried to keep away the sounds by covering
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his ears.
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"Go away," he said, in a voice barely louder than a whisper.
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"GO AWAY!" his shriek tore the muffled comments of the shadows into
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silence.
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"GO AWAY!" He yelled again. Eric was starting to feel panic, like
|
|
he was watching the dark monster again, but this time it was moving.
|
|
This time it was saying words, words that he couldn't understand. They
|
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were quiet, deep in tone and spoken quickly. It's voice was like a
|
|
hypnotic spell that was placing the black gauze back around his mind.
|
|
Then a small wimper, from a female voice, escaped from under the
|
|
monster. The spell was broken and Eric inhaled to scream again. But
|
|
the monster struck and the world flashed bright as the sun, then faded
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|
to darkness.
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|
When he woke it was still dark. There was no sign of the
|
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monster or the woman, except for a piece of clothing or two. Eric
|
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couldn't see out of one eye and his face ached with heat and pain.
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He ran the rest of the way home, racing through the neighborhood like
|
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something was chasing him. He threw open his door and rushed through
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his house. As he ran, a long yell began to leave his throat. He shoved
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open his door, slamming it into the wall. In three steps he was on top of
|
|
the monster squatting by his bed. He grasped it by the tail and whipped
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it against the nightstand over and over, screaming.
|
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"I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU..." finally the monster shattered in
|
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his grasp. Eric dropped to the ground and began to cry. The world
|
|
flared white and a pair of arms grabbed his shoulders. It was his
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mother.
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"What's wrong, what are you doing?!"
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Eric looked down at his hand, where an electrical cord was clenched
|
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instead of a tail. A tag reading: "Happy eleventh birthday! Love ya
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bro', Mike" lay in the wreckage of the clock.
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"I never want to see Mike again," Eric whispered. "He's a
|
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monster."
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"What happend to your face?"
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"The Monster bit me."
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**** The Almost Middle Opinion ***
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In the change of any organization there is conflict.
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We had plenty. Our friendships were tested in may ways as
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the old made way for the new. I hope that the change you will
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see take place will be a pleasant one. I would love to hear
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your comments on the frag design and on the quality of this zine.
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We make this for you so please e-mail us. In short we would
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enjoy your input.
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On a good note, we are back on schedule and have more
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than enough articles to fill the next frag and that is how we
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are planning to stay, one week ahead of time. Be prepared because
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every tuesday night a new fragment of this zine will be out.
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Enjoy and have a happy Halloween.
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rApIeR
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tHe dAtA sToRe
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Right After the Middle Word
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by Jeremy Bek aka rApIeR
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Wheww! We finnaly got this frag out. With late assignments and
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multiple systems errors we were not quit sure this issue was going out.
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Well, here it is. Sorry that it is a little late. We also had another
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technical problem. So some of you that wanted to subscribe or
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unsubscribe were over looked by the program. This will be corrected by
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the next issue. Thank you for your patience.
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A funny thing happened to me on my way to the computer lab
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today. I decided to stop off at the local soda shop and pick up some
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refreshment. As I sat down to drink my freshly cooled rootbeer I
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watched as a little pig came in and ordered a beer. My eyes watched as the
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bartender served him, while my mind tried to figure out if there was a
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no pets sign outside or not. After a minute the pig was done and asked
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the bartender for the directions to the nearest bathroom. After the pig
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explained his bad need to use the lavatory due to pigs haveing small
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blatters, the bartender happly pointed to the nearest restroom. The pig
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left and the bartender looked at the costumers and announced that ,"The
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bloody pig was going to have an accident on my floor." We all laughed
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at the thought of the bartender mopping up the pigs mess. I went for a
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second rootbeer. By the way, did I tell you I was really thirsty? All
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the sudden a second pig came in and ordered a beer. The same thing
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happened with a third and forth pig. The bartender look confused as he
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wondered what kind of shape his bathroom was in after being used by four
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pigs. Finaly a fith pig came in and ordered a keg. The bartender
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happily hoisted it on the table as the pig began to drink the entire keg
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from the spout. I watched in amazement that pigs had such alcohol
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tolerance. In the end he stood on three legs and tried to walk out of
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the bar. Realizing that this did not work he tried it with two and
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found it much easier to work with. As he dizzly walked out of the bar
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the bartender asked with a confused look on his face,"Are you not going
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to use the bathroom like all the other pigs?" The pig turned arround
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with a lit cigar in his mouth and said,"No, don't you remember? I am
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the piggy that goes we-we-we all the way home."
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Hope you caught the joke *EvilGrin*
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rApIeR
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*^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^*
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/ | | | | | | | | \
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/ ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ \
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/ Thaumaturgy \
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/ by Jason Manczur \
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/ Part1 \
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*---------------------------*
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This report is for everyone, whether you believe in magic or
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not. This report should clear your mind of some of the negative rumors
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about thaumaturgy.
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Thaumaturgy is magick. 'Nuff said. Magick, currently spelled
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magic, is not the evil creation of Satan, as some would have you
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believe. It also really does exist. Magic has been around since long
|
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before the birth of Satan and Satanism. Magic is simply a different way
|
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of looking at the world.
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For those of you who believe that magic is evil, let us look at
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why it is viewed as evil. Like religion, politics, math and science,
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magic is not commonly understood. We often choose to see magic as
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evil, while we see the other things as merely difficult, but still good.
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Because of the nature of magic, it has a power to it, and we know that
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power has a tendency to corrupt. Thus, we see people using magic as corrupt;
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therefore, they must be using magical power for destructive purposes.
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We simply choose to ignore or not even see the beneficial ways that magic
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can be, and is, used.
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Most people associate magic and witchcraft. Witchcraft is commonly
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viewed as worship of demons and devils and Satan. Witchcraft is the study
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of an organized religion, Wicca. Magic, on the other hand, is the
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study of the forces that make up our world and how they can be used.
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Magic is also known as the study of the Thaumaturgical Sciences, and as
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a science, it is split into subsciences, each dealing with a separate
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way in which magic works.
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Magic can be, and is, useful in many modern ways. One way in
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which magic is useful is in the aspect of healing. Healing magic is a
|
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powerful method of curing what ails you. Think of it this way, you
|
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spend hundreds of dollars a year on medical bills. Now imagine spending
|
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just pennies on the dollar going to a spellcaster to cure you of the
|
|
same ailment, using a different method.
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Another way in which magic is useful in modern times is in the
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creation of other substances. For example, a spellcaster may conceivably
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be able to separate molecules and atoms and combine them magically to create
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completely new atoms and molecules.
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This is all for my report this week. Next week I will go into
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some of the separate sciences of magic. Remember, nothing, in itself,
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is evil. It is those who use it for evil purposes who make things
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appear as evil.
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*---------------*
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| "Women" |
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| by |
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| Jami Jo Tobey |
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*---------------*
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I am alive
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searching _____
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seeking / . . \
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yearning for the unknown /| ^ |\
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the untouched. //\ `-' /\\
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Waiting for the sun ////|---|\\\\
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listening for the moon ////-' `-\\\\
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dancing with the earth /// / \ \\\
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watching the clouds laugh // /\ /\ \\
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kissing the melting rainbows / | | | | \
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running down the mountains | | |-----| | |
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swimming upstream | |/-------\| |
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and being still. | / / \ \ |
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You never see me |/ / \ \|
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but you touch me / / / \ \ \
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when you breathe / / / \ \ \
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and cry. / / / \ \ \
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You hold my hand unaware. / / / \ \ \
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We are of the same seed `~~`~~`~~~~~~~~`~~`~~`
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yet completely different. | | | |
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I am the rain (^^^) (^^^)
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and you soak me up with your warmth. """"" """""
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I am the snow that makes you smile
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and the fire that keeps you warm.
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I will live forever within you
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and of you.
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You will never know me
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but you will forever love me.
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I am you best friend
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perhaps your worst enemy?
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|\_____|""""""""""""""""""""|
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|| | The Ones We Love +-----\_______________o
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||_____|By Russell Hutchison+-----/ o
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|/ |____________________| o
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o
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The cold, bitter wind crawled across Ed's chest as it easily
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|
worked it's way past his up-turned trench coat collar. He lowered his
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chin in an effort to break the winds flow and cover the gap at the throat
|
|
of his coat. The breeze going down his chest stopped. But there were
|
|
enough gaps between buttons for the wind to leach away all his coveted
|
|
heat, despite his vigilant collar-watching.
|
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Ed wanted to leave this alley as soon as possible. He felt that
|
|
all the wind in the city was being channeled through this one concrete
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canyon. Shivers wracked his body for a second or two but he knew that
|
|
they were more from his withdrawal symptoms than the cold. He needed to
|
|
get some heroin, soon. But first he needed the cash. He could think of
|
|
many places where he could be warmer while he waited for a mark, but
|
|
this alley held a perfect hiding place to jump out of and was between a
|
|
favored slumming place of rich snobby kids and the parking lot. No
|
|
street lights shed their ambient protection from the dark in this alley,
|
|
and Ed took measures to destroy any such devices that were placed in
|
|
the area to safe-guard the men and women who made the trek through his
|
|
best picking grounds. However, he wasn't foolish, he never came here
|
|
more than once every two months. No good hunter ever over-hunts his
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prey.
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The thick clouds blocked out the moon and made the alley a black
|
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scar between two tall buildings. The white condensation of his breath
|
|
would be impossible to see even if the wind wasn't there to tear it from
|
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his chilled lips. The feeling in his feet had been fading and his
|
|
fingers were getting numb, especially those of his left hand, those which
|
|
grasped the frigid metal of his heavy knife.
|
|
Then the noise of footsteps approaching were carried to him on
|
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the wind. Ed flattened himself against one of the shadowed walls in his
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hiding place and drew out his blade. A button from his coat pressed
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coldly against his cheek. He shifted his grip so that he could use the
|
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pommel of the knife like a hammer to stun or knockout his target long
|
|
enough to take what he needed.
|
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But as the footsteps got closer Ed heard multiple voices blended
|
|
together by the wind. He leaned casually against the wall and remained
|
|
as quiet as possible. A group of two men and one women walked past, but
|
|
it was hard to tell gender in the darkness of the alley. Their foot steps
|
|
were irratic and their voices slurred from drinking. Ed watched them
|
|
stumble by, only two steps away, black shadows drifting by in a bobbing
|
|
fashion.
|
|
Four more groups stumbled past, the first groups leaving
|
|
after last call. But none were small enough for Ed to strike out against.
|
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He nervously tapped the flat of the blade with his forefinger as the wind
|
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began whittling away at his resolve to stay in this frozen spot waiting
|
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for someone alone.
|
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More footsteps approached the alley. Ed again flattened against
|
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the wall of his hiding place, this time scooting right to the edge of
|
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the tiny nook. No one else had seen him in his spot, and he felt
|
|
confident that he was still hidden. He was worried about his grip on
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his knife, though. His hands were so numb that he could hardly hold his
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blade. The brief scent of perfume and alcohol tore past in traces on the
|
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wind. Ed watched as a lone figure entered the mouth of the black path.
|
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The shadow-ghost came even with his hole and Ed saw that she was alone.
|
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She passed by and Ed stepped out to strike, his shaky foot settling in to
|
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a frozen puddle. The ice cracked loudly.
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Ed jumped foward and swung his hand in a downward arch at the
|
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shadowy shape, but the figure had reacted to the sound faster then he
|
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expected. He hit nothing. The shape had stepped forward and turned
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around. A female voice screamed out, "Get away!" and a warm spray
|
|
burned a horizontal path across Ed's neck. The line across his
|
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neck burned like fire. He then swung a back hand strike, with all his
|
|
strength at the origin of the sound with the pommel leading
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the way. He felt his swing strike home under the chin of the woman,
|
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his knife flew out of his grip, disappearing in the darkness. She fell
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to the ground making sick choking noises. Ed grabbed her purse and ran.
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Later, while he was riding high on a drug wave, he recieved a
|
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phone call from his mother. His cousin and been killed, her throat
|
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crushed, but the police had a lead on the killer. Ed was in another
|
|
room when the call came so the answering machine took the message.
|
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He checked the machine a couple of hours later, only minutes before
|
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the police arrived to arrest him.
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____________________________
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| __________________________ |
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| | NETWORKING SCHOOL DAY | |
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| | BY | |
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| | TED SANDERS | |
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| |$ Part I | |
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| ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ |
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During the past few weeks I've been working on an article that
|
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was originally suggested by George Sibley (Faculty advisor for the ICS)
|
|
that would describe exactly how and if the NET could be a school. When I say
|
|
school, I don't exactly mean a conventional school - one having a teacher
|
|
sit over you day after day informing you that you're behind in your
|
|
homework, your attention skills suck, and if you don't pass next week's
|
|
test you'll be kicked out of your institution and thrown to the dogs.
|
|
A school can be many things, but for my purposes I'll include
|
|
the most general definition I can find. A tool that helps you search for
|
|
knowledge. To be a little more specific, how does your computer help you
|
|
search for knowledge throughout the vast cosmos of cyberspace? I asked
|
|
several people over the net and I got many answers.
|
|
I found that if you enter the world of Rhostyshl as an invader
|
|
from the quote RW (Real World) many people will tell you that the NET is
|
|
an incredible world of social interaction. You can be whoever you want
|
|
to be, wherever you want to be and still have "tiny sex" with a
|
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beautiful princess. When I entered the world of Rhostshyl I explored
|
|
several plains of existence. My character's title was "reporter" and
|
|
here is what I looked like.
|
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|
"A short and stocky man holding a pad and pencil. Roving around
|
|
the mysterious world of the NET in search of information wherever he
|
|
can find it!"
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|
|
The world of MUD games is one that I find takes integrity and believability
|
|
away from the NET.
|
|
While I was on Rhostshyl I also talked to several people in an
|
|
almost "RW" tense. I asked users why they thought the NET was a
|
|
school, or how the NET helped them learn more than they already knew.
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Several said that it helped them experience a separate social life that
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they could create and control. In my opinion this was a very valid
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argument. The user enters a world in which no racial barriers are held,
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and yet cliques are still formed. A world where the only bias is a person's
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actions. If the contemporary classroom was like this then we wouldn't
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have to worry about Education in Multicultural Societies, all students
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would just be electronic images! Others said that it versed them in several
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different types of computer languages that are necessary to operate on the MUD.
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I talked to one individual from the University of Illinois who
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sounded like he was doing absolutely incredible things with his life. He
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had his B.A. in Chemical Engineering and is working on his Ph.D. I
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personally admired this man and his accomplishments, so I asked him to
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submit material for the ICS. He informed me that he had "prior commitments".
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I found out later that he was talking about prior commitments to his
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"Guild."
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At this point I was discouraged. How could the NET be a good
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source of "knowledge" if it made people make a priorities of playing games
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as opposed to learning more about our current world and the people
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within it. Then a ray of hope shone throughout the tunnel of darkness,
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Listserves!
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Listserves, for those of you who don't know, are a type of
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mailing service that sends basic information on specific topics to anyone
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in the NET who wants it. The really neat thing about listserves or
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LSV's is that when someone writes to a general audience you can get
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great publicity! In fact just today I heard about a worldwide contest
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being held by a group of seventh graders who are trying to show the
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world that youth do have the power to influence our environment and our
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future. WOW! talk about a net idea! (bad pun!) From this same listserve,
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I recieved a direct transcript of Clinton's "Goals 2000" speech, which covered
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the nation's course for improving education. To get this I would have had to
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search all over the U.S., but the listserve gave it to me when I didn't even
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know I wanted it!
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Listserves are not just limited to education. They also include
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the areas of Laser Medicine, Money, Ecology, Horror, Physics, British
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and Irish History, and even Alternative Learning Approaches.
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The most amazing thing I discovered from was the fact that almost
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any piece of information can be picked up from the listserve ..... eventually!
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If you wait long enough on a couple of different listserves, you will find
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that you can get information within days or sometimes weeks. In my next
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installment I will address the question, "How can a NET student find
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specific information in a timely manner?"
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| List Serves |
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| Do They Really Serve You? |
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| By Jeremy Bek aka rApIeR |
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This is the first of what will be a once an issue column about
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listserves. I will analyze each listserve on the basis of useability,
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friendliness, enjoyment, and activity. I will also publish the amount
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of average daily mail and memory use and tell you where to mail to
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to subscribe. We hope this will be useful to our readers, allowing
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you to see the different listserves without using up precious memory.
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I will be going through various forms of listservs, ranging from the political
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to the recreational.
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In this issue I will be discussing the Shadowrun listserve.
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The Shadowrun listserve is a discussion group on the fantasy role playing
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game Shadowrun tm. On the basis of usability this group gets an A+.
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This group is a great source for thoughtful discussion and debate of the
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rules of the game. The members of the listserve are very knowledgable about
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their subject and are generally helpful to anyone who asks for their
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help. They also have very inventive minds and come up with some pretty
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good ideas. On the basis of friendliness they also get a high score.
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As mentioned earlier, they are always willing to help you think out an
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idea no matter how ridiculous the idea may seem. If you are a shadowrunner
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you will love the humor created by this group. In the seven weeks I
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spent analyzing this group I laughed hard enough to knock me off my chair
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a half a dozen times or more. Very prolific, they put out several yearly
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reports and magazines reporting their inventions, ideas, and major
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discussions. One of these is called NAGEE(Neo-Anarchists Guide to Everything
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Else), it is approximately .16 megabytes long and is published in several text
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formats. To pickup a copy go FTPing to TeeTot.acusd.edu and look under the
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subdirectories Pub, Beelzebub, Role-Playing, Shadowrun, NAGEE.
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{ What you need to know }
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There are a couple of things you may want to know in order to
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subscribe and enjoy this Listserve. The first is that they use a
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plethora of abbreviations. If you ask, they will send you a complete
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list of terms and what they mean. The THWAP is another thing you may
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be curious about. A THWAP is the sound that a wet carp makes when it
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hits bare skin. This is used when another member of the listserve gets
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really goofy. You might want to ask for the complete history of the
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THWAP. Just for fun. In all this is an extremely useful listserve
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and if you are into Shadowrun I would suggest you join.
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Daily Memory Use: avg:72 block/day
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Mail Messages per day: avg:32 mess/day
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THE FINAL WORD
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by
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Ted Sanders
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During my normal search of the world of the NET I've found many
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great and interesting things. I've found that some people MUD too much,
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I've found that some users don't explore enough into the NET, and I've
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also found that a few cyberpunks don't even know what the NET is. The
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entire purpose of the I.C.S. since it was started last December is to
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explore the regions of the "unknown" and make them the regions of the
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known.
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For those of you who took the time to write back to the staff
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and myself, we thank you, but that's not all that we need. The I.C.S. is
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not only part of the staff writing, but it's a part of the NET. If you
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are recieving the electrozine, we would like you to start thinking very
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seriously about submitting to the I.C.S. At one point in the I.C.S.'s
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history, submissions came pouring over the net (approximately 10 an
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hour), but this year people are beginning to forget about it's
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existance. We LOVE to recieve your articles, it enlightens our world and
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it will probably enlighten yours.
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This Halloween I had a young friend of mine on campus (Western
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State College, Gunnison Colorado) turn in a very interesting story to
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the I.C.S. It was a really great horror story about a modern day
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headless horseman. I told him that I would take a look at it and see
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what we could do. The story that I edited was quite interesting and it
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showed myself and the staff about the incredible imagination of ten
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year olds! Hopefully this story will be out in issue no. 7 Fragment
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no.1.
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These past few weeks the I.C.S. has been exploring new territory
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that no electrozine has journeyed into before. Our new "Frag" technique
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has thus far proven to be a success. If you feel that the new technique
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is a success, or a failure, we would like to hear from you. As I've been
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told by our new Technical Director, thus far many of you have responded
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saying that the fragment technique has been quite helpful.
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In conclusion, all you cyberpunks, hackers, users, and solar
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cowboys, keep dreaming of electric sheep and I'll see you in Virtual
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Reality!
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