Today's Topics:
sign of the times
They Might Be Giants
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Date: Thu, 24 Sep 1992 07:58:20 -0500
From: Craig Presson <craig@jido.b11.ingr.com>
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In <dig-Subgenius-3.164@mc.lcs.mit.edu>, Automatic Subgenius Digestifier writes:
[...]
|> "Since it is not easy for you to recognize other varieties of intelligence
|> around you, your most advanced theories of politics and society have
|> advanced only as far as the notion of collectivism.
^^^^^^^^^^^^
'Scuse me, son, didn't you mean Salesmanship?
|> >From the book Psilocybin - Magic Mushroom Grower s Guide by O.T. Oss & O.N.
|> Oeric
Hmmm. After reading this, try licking your hands.
-- Rev. Kragg, CWD, KSC, Omniphagos, Episkopos
The Broken Glass Tabernacle VI
and Smiling Loa Drum Corps, Eastern Epopsis
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From: Tim O'Connor <toc@portland.digitalk.com>
Date: Thu, 24 Sep 1992 13:29:35 PST
Subject: sign of the times
REGARDING sign of the times
From the L.A. Times, 9-23-92:
Solomon Waters of Altadena, a 6-year-old first-grader, came
home from his first day of school and excitedly told his
mother how he had written on "a machine that looks like a
computer -- but without the TV screen." She asked him if
it could have been a "typewriter." "Yeah! Yeah!" he said.
"That's what it was called."
-- "A typical long haired half mad computer programmer on a typical computer keyboard with odd toys scattered liberally about."------------------------------
From: "Eric A. Haines" <erich@eye.com> Message-Id: <9209241309.AA02278@hemlock> Subject: They Might Be Giants To: subgenius@media-lab.media.mit.edu Date: Thu, 24 Sep 92 9:09:42 EDT
I've been listening to the incredibly slackful sounds of TMBG lately, so because they are my Short Duration Personal Savior (ShorDurPerSav) right now, I must proselytize:
>From Jon Carroll's column in the San Francisco Chronicle, Monday, September 21:
Deborah Underwood of the very fine accounting department of this very fine newspaper, the very same accounting department that issues my check each and every week and never misses a week no sir, good old hard-working accounting department, writes me about a profound social problem.
She is responding to a recent column I wrote about trail dancing, the process of sticking a Walkman in your ear and going out in nature and doing the white boy shuffle under the redwood trees.
(Which reminds me: In "Redwood Tree" by Van Morrison, does he really say, "A boy and his dog went looking for the lost chord"?)
It is unnerving to be caught in the act of trail dancing; that's just true. But there's something even worse, as Ms. Underwood points out:
"Have you ever noticed how embarrassing it is to get caught singing along with your Walkman when you're listening to a They Might Be Giants tape? It's bad enough to have someone hear you humming and mumbling about misty watercolor memories, but when you're dancing around and singing 'Triangle man, triangle man, triangle man hates particle man' or 'Middle, pinky, index, ring, dinner bell dinner bell ring,' then realize someone is watching... Let's just say I frequently get a seat to myself on the bus."
Please note: There is someone in the accounting department of the San Francisco Chronicle who knows that triangle man hates particle man. And you thought all hope was lost!
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