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- From: mlloyd@westmark.Stanford.EDU (Mike Lloyd)
- Subject: Re: Wanderer Returns
- Message-ID: <1992Nov18.022306.842@leland.Stanford.EDU>
- Sender: news@leland.Stanford.EDU (Mr News)
- Organization: DSO, Stanford University
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- Date: Wed, 18 Nov 92 02:23:06 GMT
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- adc@threel.co.uk (Alan "D." Culloch) writes:
- [tale of sightseeing and soaking on the far coast deleted]
-
- WhingeWhineMoan! OK, so it's probably a shade petulant of me to
- complain, but I will all the same. Here I am, bashing my head off the
- ignorance-wall presented to me by my students, and then I see tales of
- the Better Life Out West. Sniff. Well I shall priggishly content
- myself with the knowledge that, given the will, a way can be found for
- longer-term presence in such environs.
-
- : Although, unfortunately, my visit _just_ failed to coincide with
- : those of various Orcs and Mikes, I consoled myself with the
- : thought that in the great, extended soc.bi David Lodge novel,
- : we were all more likely than not to bump into each other in
- : some airport lounge fairly soon anyway.
-
- Ah, how true, Alan, how true, although if the Goddess really shares
- Lodge's sense of humour, we are probably fated to extend our games of
- phone-tag into the air, as those in-flight credit-card phones become
- more and more omnipresent. A frightening thought. In fact, I now have
- a facility whereby I can program a machine with a one-minute message,
- and have *it* ring *you* at the time of my choosing to say its piece.
- Heaven only knows what convolutions of machines jabbering to machines
- about owners who just can't seem to get together we can come up with.
- Lessee, if I get the machine to ring you, but you have your phone
- auto-forwarding to a conference-call with ... <mumble>
-
- : Mike: sorry our game of ansaphone tag never got anywhere in Boston/NY!
- : I vividly remember listening to your recorded voice while sitting
- : in a cheap motel room somewhere in New York State, watching
- : "Gizmo the Weather-Dog Sez:..." on TV, thinking "this is bizzare."
-
- *laugh* Yes, Alan, that is quite bizarre. Sometimes this country is so
- odd one no longer feels the need for hallucinogens; between the
- telephones, the preachers, the cartoons and the weatherbeings, one can
- get rather happily befuddled, and all (apparently) legal!
-
- : The closest I (almost) came to direct contact was with someone at
- : your office on a Friday afternoon, who said "Mike? I think he's
- : upstairs at a party..." He he, mlloyd -- party animal!
-
- What party? Nobody told *me* there was a party at work! Maybe they
- *do* understand the pink triangle bola after all ... (ran into my HofD
- today for the first time in a while; also the first time I've worn my
- "I'm not shy - I'm just studying my prey" badge ... he noticed; don't
- know what he thought, though).
-
- In fact, I'm quite amazed the person who answered the phone even knew
- who I was! Let's say I'm not maintaining that high a profile at work
- ... my fellow-hacker postgrads in the machine room know who I am, but
- most of the staff probably just think I look too out of place to be a
- genuine member of the Dept of Stat&OR :-) Little do they know that
- beneath this freakish exterior lurks the heart of a closet
- mathematician!
-
- Still, really sad to miss you, Alan. Mea maxima culpa, for surely it
- was my fault. I kept ringing hotels to find you had left that morning
- :-(
-
- hugs
- Mike
- --
- Mike Lloyd, B0/1 h- f- t w- g+ k+ s m- e? | "Bloody nose and burning eyes
- Retro-hippy, music nut, bi and | Raised in laughter to the skies"
- backrubber of devotion | - Bruce Cockburn
- --The end of confusion is the beginning of death--
-