alternatives to coffee
romany
me...so...may I have a hot chocolate?
--
Romany
Alan Flesch
>me...so...may I have a hot chocolate?
>Romany
"Of course. Help yourself. Galileo, one hot chocolate for this newly
arrived friend." Alan grins.
"Hi. I'm Alan (called Alan II, aj, or hedgehog occasionally, but mostly
just Alan). Come on in. Grab a conversation, start a drink."
Alan thinks for a moment.
"Grab a drink. Start a conversation."
Alan (aj)
who likes the other way, too...
Jenny K
> I love coffeehouse chat, but coffee itself doesn't always agree with
> me...so...may I have a hot chocolate?
Jenny smiles when she hears the question.
"Sometimes I think that more of us drink hot chocolate than drink
coffee. I never drink coffee here, or in RL these days. Think of
your favourite non-alcoholic drink, however obscure, and you can
find it here. Just ask Galileo at the bar."
--
Jenny K, who thinks she's drinking tea, but hasn't looked at her
cup for so long that she can't remember.
Doug Quarnstrom
Well, I suppose there's suicide...
doug
Odum1
>"You sure do have a thick accent, John. Can you make a non-alcoholic
mint
>julep?"
John looks perplexed for a moment.....he thinks to himself "uhh..gotcher
mint leaves, water, sugar, crushed ice ... but how to replace the
bourbon?...uhhh...aha!!! Darjeeling tea, perhaps! Worth a try anyway..."
He speaks.."Uhh, *ahem*, wail ah caint say as ahve ever hird uhv such a
thaing m'dear, but ahm cert'n ah kin oblahge."
John, getting the tea from Galileo, mixing the strange concoction, handing
it to Romany and hoping for the best.
"Anyone else....?"
Cephelopod
the intriguing smells of conversation and sounds of an interesting drink.
"I hope I'm not intruding," he says, nervously, "but might I possibly ask
for something in a tonic water? (Chocolate's nice, but quinine's
better...or is that bitter?)"
Cephelopod (mispelled, alas!)
RCM...@delphi.com
> I love coffeehouse chat, but coffee itself doesn't always agree with
> me...so...may I have a hot chocolate?
Harper approaches the stranger. "Galileo makes a *great* hot chocolate,"
she says, smiling. "Welcome to Amethyst! I'm Harper." Drifting over to
the corner where her harp stands, she plays a few bars of `Carolan's
Welcome' to greet the newcomer.
> Romany
Harper rcm...@delphi.com
"Mostly Harmless" -- Douglas Adams
Rainbow V 1.11 for Delphi - Registered
romany
Romany smiles and sips.
"Not bad, John. A new concoction well worth the effort."
--
Romany
romany
(Cephelopod) wrote:
Romany regards the wet sea creature sans human:
"Pull up a chair, Cephelo...shake off the rain. We're all here chewing
the fat. Where'd you get your name?"
--
Romany
romany
> "Welcome, and thanks for bringing the drink."
>
> > Romany: of Gypsy/Vampyre descent on the prowl for poetic conversations
> > under a full moon.
>
> "Well, it's a couple of weeks to full moon, I think, but tell us more
> about gypsies and, particularly, vampyres while you're waiting."
>
>
> --
> Jenny K, wondering if Mrs Shelley has any garlic in the kitchen
Romany sips the chocolate.
"Where to begin? Well...my name is the name of the Gypsy language, and we
refer to ourselves as The Rom; the label Gypsies was bequethed unto us by
other cultures. I can trace my family line back to seventh century India
so far; in the ninth century The Rom first began migrating west out of
India."
Romany smiles at Jenny over the rim of his mug:
"As for the vampyre in me, I never bite during the first conversation."
"What's your family heritage?"
--
Romany
romany
Romany claps in appreciation:
"Thank you for the welcome Miss. Harper. Do you know any Celtic Love Songs?"
--
Romany
Jenny K
> Romany sips the chocolate.
>
> "Where to begin? Well...my name is the name of the Gypsy language, and we
> refer to ourselves as The Rom; the label Gypsies was bequethed unto us by
> other cultures. I can trace my family line back to seventh century India
> so far;
"Wow!" Jenny looks impressed. "I can just about get back to my
great-grandparents."
> in the ninth century The Rom first began migrating west out of
> India."
"I know a little about the Romany story ... my husband Rys has a
long-standing interest in Romany caravans ..."
> Romany smiles at Jenny over the rim of his mug:
>
> "As for the vampyre in me, I never bite during the first conversation."
"... but where does the vampyre bit come in? How long ago did your
family, or part of it, leave Transylvania?"
> "What's your family heritage?"
"Very boring ... just ordinary English. Rys's family is from Poland,
so they are just a little more 'exotic'."
--
Jenny K
Skatha
wrote:
> >I love coffeehouse chat, but coffee itself doesn't always agree with
> >me...so...may I have a hot chocolate?
>
> >Romany
Jess, suddenly noticing the newcomer, grins and says, "Don't worry about
not being a coffee drinker - I'm not one either. I _much_ prefer hot
chocolate."
----Skatha, on her weekend reappearance from the Land of Shadows
(jepe...@students.wisc.edu)
"I dream in Technicolor!"
Surreality is your friend.
And so is Bob.
"He's no fun, he fell right over!" - The Giant Rat Of Sumatra
RCM...@delphi.com
[snip]
> Romany claps in appreciation:
> "Thank you for the welcome Miss. Harper. Do you know any Celtic Love
>Songs?"
"Love songs... hmmmm... well, this one is Scottish, and it's one of my
favorites.."
Harper begins to play some slow, rippling arpeggios. In a soft alto,
she sings, "Oh, the summertime has come... and the trees are sweetly
blooming... and the wild mountain thyme grows around the purple
heather... will ye go, laddie, go?"
> --
> Romany
Harper rcm...@delphi.com
"Mostly Harmless" -- Douglas Adams
Rainbow V 1.11 for Delphi - Registered
Alan Flesch
>>"As for the vampyre in me, I never bite during the first conversation."
>"Most people don't bite during conversation anyway. Unless the person talking
>hasn't let you get a word in edgewise for several hours."
"Or you're talking to kitten, and you give her permission." Alan points
out, rubbing his nose in fond remembrance...
Alan (aj)
hedgehog bitten, not shy
Alan Flesch
>>ancestors were tea merchants, but it's just *not* the same..."
>"My anscestors (well, some of them) were Romanian Jews..."
"My maternal grandfather was a Hungarian peasant. I imagine that the
Hungarian peasant line goes back quite a ways..." Alan II says...
>Alan. Not sure what they did for a living.
Alan (aj)
peasant hedgehog
Alan Flesch
>>-- a designation of mollusks. Alfvaen's much better at the Greek than I am,
>>and Alan I is the biologist, so I will defer to their superior wisdom in
>>this matter, should I be contradicted...
>"Now I'm an expert in Greek, too?"
"I don't know that I mean _expert_ in Greek," Alan reassures Alfvaen, "But
I do know that your Greek is infinitely more extensive than mine."
>crushed under the weighty responsibilities of knowledge. "Actually, there
>are some times that I get confused about which are Latin and which are
>Greek, like 'cranium', for instance. It's got the Latin ending, but it
>just be a Greek noun adopted into the language."
"That's right." Alan says. "The Roman aristocracy learned from their Greek
slaves, their birth-tongue was Greek. When they were older, they learned
Latin. However, Latin didn't have enough words to express all the things
that the Romans were absorbing from their Greek masters, so they started
importing wholesale words from the Greek, giving them standard Latin
endings -- words like 'philosophia', 'Graecia', and such... "
Alan realizes he's lecturing and shuts up.
Alan (aj)
where's my tweed suit?
Alan Smith
>>>Claudia, by the way."
>>>Alan. Sure hope that's okay to tell...
>>Claudia cracks her crookedest grin. "Alan (Mr. Smith), if I have to
>>spend the whole trip reassuring you that things I've said are okay to do
>>are in fact okay to do...."
"Alan I, rex kumquati." Alan says. "As opposed to Alan II, rex Erinacei"
(Erinaceus is the genus name for the hedgehog)
>>She leaves the sentence unfinished while she decides whether it should
>>become a threat or a prediction.
>"oohhhhhhhhhh, don't forget to take pictures." kitten just LOVES
>pictures. "and be sure to keep notes.
"Notes?"
>..i want to hear all the juicy
>details... and if i ask al, he'll just blush and pretend he doesn't
>know what i am talking about..."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Alan. I don't blush. It ruins the effect.
Alan Smith
>Romany leans back in his chair: "I'm planning a journey, one that covers a
>lot of time. I require companions for good conversation. Anyone
>interested?"
"Depends. Where? When?"
Alan. Don't leave until you know where you want to wind up.
RCM...@delphi.com
[text finds itself on the bottom of the food chain]
> > Cephelopod sits down, grinning. "Just a whim, really - I like to
>think > that an octopus an I share some character traits...Did I just
>hear Jenny > say that English ancestry was 'boring?!'"
> Jenny looks shocked, and thinks hard.
> "Hmmm ... I suppose I did say that, but it wasn't quite what I meant."
> She grins. "What I meant to say was that my ancestry, which happens
> to be English, is boring, as far back as I know it ... which isn't
> very far."
> Jenny K, English and trying *not* to be boring
"You may not believe this," Harper says, smiling, "but to some of us,
English is not only interesting but a touch exotic. Maybe I'm marking
myself as an incurable newbie -- I've been on the Net for just over a
year now -- but I still find it amazing that I can sit at my desk and
'converse' with people all around the world. You're on the other side
of the damned OCEAN, Jenny, and yet here we sit in Amethyst, chatting
about--" Harper frowns. "What *were* we chatting about, anyway?
Nevermind. You get my point... I hope."
"Oh, and my (Jewish) mother loves British history, and she brought me up
to be an Anglophile, which probably means that my Irish ancestors on my
paternal side are doing 4500 RPM in their graves..." Harper grins.
"It's the melting pot in action, folks!"
ThunderFoot
`>>"But I can't boast of Romany bloodlines, or hemophagic tendancies! My
`>>ancestors were tea merchants, but it's just *not* the same..."
`>"My anscestors (well, some of them) were Romanian Jews..."
`"My maternal grandfather was a Hungarian peasant. I imagine that the
`Hungarian peasant line goes back quite a ways..." Alan II says...
"Ooooh, can I play? Is there a prize for most interesting, weird, non-existant
or normal ancestors?" Evan grins, "For a while our family were the keepers
of a castle in Scotland... Not quite sure who we were keeping it for, or if
the owners ever came back, but it's still there... Well, the walls are at
least. Some of them. The big outer ones, at least." He pauses. "Honest."
/\_____ "There is Death, and there is Oblivion,
// ~ / .\_____ and, of the two,
/ \ \ ' .. \/ Oblivion is the kinder master..."
// \ /~__ -_/
/\/ |\/ / ~-- Evan ~ThunderFoot~ Gibson
/ \\\| \ Bale Wolf of the Greater Yawning Dark
/ / \
/ "The longer I am off a leash the more feral I become..."
Jenny K
>
> "I respect the English for their wisdom and attention to detail, but they
> can be stuffy." He smiles at Jenny: "But you are good company."
Jenny smiles, and blushes slightly. "Thank you, kind sir."
--
Jenny K
Leslie Horder
>only I knew what an 'amethon' was, I'd be up to speed..."
"Amethon-one who takes part in the discussions in the local coffeehouse,
the Amethyst. Hey Evan, does this include any of the lurkers?"
Leslie, desperately wanting to appear as though she knows something
Alan Smith
>In article <3h8do8$3l...@holly.ACNS.ColoState.EDU>,
>Alan Smith <ars...@holly.ACNS.ColoState.EDU> wrote:
>>In article <D3M1L...@midway.uchicago.edu> sj...@midway.uchicago.edu writes:
>>>Springer:
>>> "And does it mean, as it seems to, 'skull-foot'? That *is* odd."
>>"Head foot. Cephalopods (note spelling) are a class within the mollusca
>>that includes the squids, nautaloids and octopuses, which seems to be why
>>Cephelopod picked his name."
>Springer:
> "Oh. So, kinda like, they have heads, and they have footses, but they
>don't have anything between, so they're just head-foots?"
"In a nutshell. it works like this:" Alan sketches out on a piece of paper
\
- O ------------
/
Feet Head Everything else.
"That's really diagramattic, but you get the idea."
Alan. Looks like a rocket if you tilt your head to the left...
RCM...@delphi.com
> > > Jenny K, English and trying *not* to be boring
> > "You may not believe this," Harper says, smiling, "but to some
> > of us, English is not only interesting but a touch exotic. Maybe
[snip]
> "I've only been on the Net for about 7 months, so I'm more of a newbie
> than you ...," Jenny grins, "... and *I* think Americans are exotic
> (and Australians, Canadians ... ). The Net is truly amazing! Last
[snip]
Harper tries very hard to feel exotic and fails utterly.
> > "Oh, and my (Jewish) mother loves British history, and she
> > brought me up to be an Anglophile, which probably means that my
> > Irish ancestors on my paternal side are doing 4500 RPM in their
> > graves..." Harper grins. "It's the melting pot in action, folks!"
> "Let's hope the Net turns out to be the biggest melting-pot of all!
> How can people believe nasty stereotypes about other nationalities
> when they can chat to people from those countries and recognise them
> as fellow human beings?
"Exactly! It reminds me of something that happened to my husband in
high school. He was an avid wargamer (still is). He was playing some
game or other, and on his turn, he dropped a large bomb somewhere in
Germany. In game terms, it was the correct and strategic move to make,
but it gave him a shock when he realized that he had bombed the home
town of a German girl who was a classmate of his..."
> This week, I've been reading posts from a
> Yugoslavian (her term) explaining her distress at what's happening to
> her country. The week before, Ryszard was 'talking' to his friends
> in Japan, concerned for their safety in the earthquake. OK, the
> Global Community is a cliche, but it's a reality too!"
Harper nods. "It's not a panacea, not a recipe for world peace, but I
think it's good that ordinary people across the world are getting to
know each other."
> Jenny K, English, British, European, Terran ...
"One of those Terrans, eh? I know *their* kind. But then, what do you
expect from beings who come from a planet named 'Dirt'?"
Andy May
jen...@escher.demon.co.uk "Jenny K" writes:
> > Cephelopod sits down, grinning. "Just a whim, really - I like to think
> > that an octopus an I share some character traits...Did I just hear Jenny
> > say that English ancestry was 'boring?!'"
>
> Jenny looks shocked, and thinks hard.
>
> "Hmmm ... I suppose I did say that, but it wasn't quite what I meant."
>
> She grins. "What I meant to say was that my ancestry, which happens
> to be English, is boring, as far back as I know it ... which isn't
> very far."
>
"Likewise", offers journeyman, "my Mum is the genealogist in our family
and she's slowly working back through the generations. So far there are lots
of interesting stories if it;s *your* family, but nothing juicy and
exciting like a highwayman, a sheep-rustler or any lords and ladies though."
"We've got a few farmers, craftsmen, shopkeepers and the odd actor..."
[journeyman]
--
Andy May
ecs...@luxor.latrobe.edu.au "ThunderFoot" writes:
> "Ooooh, can I play? Is there a prize for most interesting, weird, non-existant
> or normal ancestors?" Evan grins, "For a while our family were the keepers
> of a castle in Scotland... Not quite sure who we were keeping it for, or if
> the owners ever came back, but it's still there... Well, the walls are at
> least. Some of them. The big outer ones, at least." He pauses. "Honest."
>
"That reminds me of a local poem" says journeyman, wandering off to his
bookcase and hunting his memory....
'Lord Lovelace road home from the wars
His wounds were black as ice
While overhead the winter sun
Hung out it's pale device
The lance was tattered in his hand
Sundered his axe and blade
And in a bloody coat of war
Lord Lovelace was arrayed
And he was sick, and he was sore
But never sad was he
And whistled bright as any bird
Upon an April tree
"Soon, soon" he cried "at Lovelace Hall
Fair Ellen I shall greet
And she with loving heart and hand
Will make my sharp wounds sweet
And young Jehan the serving-man
Will bring the wine and bread
And with a yellow link will light
Us to the bridal bed"
But when he got to Lovelace Hall
Burned were both wall and stack
And in the stinking moat, the tower
Had tumbled on its back
And none welcomed Lord Lovelace home
Within the castle shell
And ravaged was the land about
That Lord Lovelace knew well
Long in his stirrups Lovelace stood
Before his broken door
And slowly rode he down the hill
Back to the bitter war
Nor mercy showed he from that day
Nor tear fell from his eye
And rich and poor both fearfull were
When Black Lovelace rode by
This tale is true that now I tell
To woman and to man
As Fair Ellen is my wife's name
And mine is Young Jehan'
Charles Causley
"Any of the Harpers out there recognise a certain similarity between this
and a number of folk songs ?"
[journeyman]
--
rom carpathian
Romany smiles in return: "Would you like to dance?"
--
rom carpathian
rom carpathian
admit; been on the 'Net since August, 94. This way of communicating is
mind-blowing and fascinating."
rom glances at Harper: "Can you play us a slow dance tune, kind Harper?
I've just asked Jenny to dance, and maybe she will say yes if she hears
your sweet music."
In article <792367...@escher.demon.co.uk>, jen...@escher.demon.co.uk wrote:
> > > She grins. "What I meant to say was that my ancestry, which happens
> > > to be English, is boring, as far back as I know it ... which isn't
> > > very far."
> >
> > > Jenny K, English and trying *not* to be boring
> >
> > "You may not believe this," Harper says, smiling, "but to some of us,
> > English is not only interesting but a touch exotic. Maybe I'm marking
> > myself as an incurable newbie -- I've been on the Net for just over a
> > year now -- but I still find it amazing that I can sit at my desk and
> > 'converse' with people all around the world. You're on the other side
> > of the damned OCEAN, Jenny, and yet here we sit in Amethyst, chatting
> > about--" Harper frowns. "What *were* we chatting about, anyway?
> > Nevermind. You get my point... I hope."
>
> "I've only been on the Net for about 7 months, so I'm more of a newbie
> than you ...," Jenny grins, "... and *I* think Americans are exotic
> (and Australians, Canadians ... ). The Net is truly amazing! Last week,
> I bought spinning wheel made in New Zealand. Some of the instructions
> weren't clear, and the dealer couldn't answer my questions. I'd seen
> the US distributor posting on the Net, so I sent her an e-mail about 6pm,
> and by midnight UK time we'd exchanged 4 or 5 e-mails and solved my
> problems. In the morning, I phoned the dealer and told *her* the
> answers. Mind-boggling!"
>
> > "Oh, and my (Jewish) mother loves British history, and she brought me up
> > to be an Anglophile, which probably means that my Irish ancestors on my
> > paternal side are doing 4500 RPM in their graves..." Harper grins.
> > "It's the melting pot in action, folks!"
>
> "Let's hope the Net turns out to be the biggest melting-pot of all!
> How can people believe nasty stereotypes about other nationalities
> when they can chat to people from those countries and recognise them
> as fellow human beings? This week, I've been reading posts from a
> Yugoslavian (her term) explaining her distress at what's happening to
> her country. The week before, Ryszard was 'talking' to his friends
> in Japan, concerned for their safety in the earthquake. OK, the
> Global Community is a cliche, but it's a reality too!""
>
>
> --
> Jenny K, English, British, European, Terran ...
--
rom carpathian
ThunderFoot
`>He stops, suddenly realizing he's spouting the veriest nonsense. "Now if
`>only I knew what an 'amethon' was, I'd be up to speed..."
`"Amethon-one who takes part in the discussions in the local coffeehouse,
`the Amethyst. Hey Evan, does this include any of the lurkers?"
Evan looks shocked at being asked something that seems to assume he has any
kind of useful knowledge, of course he recovers quickly and shakes his head
authoritatively, "Ummm.... Nup."
`Leslie, desperately wanting to appear as though she knows something
Evan whispers, "It's easy, just watch what I do..."
RCM...@delphi.com
[poem goes off to find a new anthology with lower rent and quieter
neighbors]
> "Any of the Harpers out there recognise a certain similarity between
>this and a number of folk songs ?"
Harper blinks, wondering if someone cloned her while she wasn't
looking. And if so, can she get one of the extra Harpers to come
over and clean her house while she's at work.
"Oh, sure," she says. "Folk ballads are like folk tales -- there are
common motifs that appear in a lot of them. The young wife who has an
affair with a comely servant or squire is a popular one. This poem
reminds me of 'Matty Groves' with a happy ending. Well, happy for the
lovers. I guess from the husband's POV it isn't."
> [journeyman]
> --
RCM...@delphi.com
[text goes south for the winter]
Jenny:
> > She grins. "What I meant to say was that my ancestry, which happens
> > to be English, is boring, as far back as I know it ... which isn't
> > very far."
journeyman:
> "Likewise", offers journeyman, "my Mum is the genealogist in our family
> and she's slowly working back through the generations. So far there
>are lots of interesting stories if it;s *your* family, but nothing
>juicy and exciting like a highwayman, a sheep-rustler or any lords and
>ladies though."
> "We've got a few farmers, craftsmen, shopkeepers and the odd actor..."
"My genealogy is equally unenthralling. One one side, a bunch of
Irish farmers; on the other side, tailors, house-painters, and the
occasional rabbi." Harper smiles mischievously. "Of course, there
*was* the ghost..." Seeing a few startled glances, she shrugs and
continues her tale.
"My great-grandfather John came to New York in 1872, married a nice
Irish girl, and sired four sons, all of whom got jobs working for the
City. Typical immigrant story. Two of the boys worked for the Parks
Department, which may perhaps explain how John got hired as a gardener
at the spritely age of 60. He died a few years later, but according to
the official civil service records, he remained on the payroll for three
years following his death." Harper grins. "In MY family, even the
ghosts are hard-working!"
> [journeyman]
Seth Springer Fortin
>Alan. Looks like a rocket if you tilt your head to the left...
Springer, tilting his head:
"Hmmm. So you do."
Springer, who looks like a pump but feels like a sneaker.
Seth Springer Fortin
>Seth "Springer" Fortin (sj...@ellis.uchicago.edu) wrote:
>
> <entire conversation walked away>
>
>: Springer, pseudopod.
>
> Sam starts poking at Springer's feet, wondering if they're fake.
>
Springer wonders whether he should encircle Sam with his feet and digest her.
After a moment's consideration, he decides not to.
Springer, amoeboid.
RCM...@delphi.com
> rom carpathian (a.k.a. Romany), nods in agreement. "I'm even newer,
>I'll admit; been on the 'Net since August, 94. This way of
>communicating is mind-blowing and fascinating."
> rom glances at Harper: "Can you play us a slow dance tune, kind Harper?
> I've just asked Jenny to dance, and maybe she will say yes if she hears
> your sweet music."
"Glad to oblige," Harper says, smiling. In Amethyst, her repertoire is
much more extensive than in RL, and she has no difficulty choosing a
suitable tune. Soon a gentle, lilting melody fills the room...
> rom carpathian
Stephen R. Savitzky
"Say, any amethons in San Fansisco?" He says, changing the topic.
"SF Bay Area, anyway;" Steve (Mandelbear) Savitzky says. "Some, and many
Callahanians as well. If you're here on a Wednesday, drop in to Grand Central
Starport (address and map accessible from my Web page); if you're here March
18th drop in to our ``It's Green'' party. Formal announcement to follow."
--
/ --Steve Savitzky-- / The MandelBear at Grand Central Starport /__
/ h: st...@starport.COM / http://www.rahul.net/starport/ /___
\ w: st...@crc.ricoh.COM \ http://www.crc.ricoh.com/~steve \___
\___Cyberspace: an alternate universe where magic works.__Free Cyberia!___\__
ThunderFoot
`New Zealanders. "Hmmm. Must be working...."
Evan grins wickedly and suggests jokingly, "Do you want any suggestions?"
He loses the grin, "Seriously though, the suburb I live in is a Greek
community and so, naturally, there were some older Greek women talking amongst
themselves at the train station this mourning. Some guy with a very blatant
Aussie accent who looked to be of Irish decent was mumbling to himself ten
metres away. After a while he started yelling at these women, who were
probably about the same age as he, to shut up and go back where they came from.
I was _VERY_ shocked, and had to restrain myself from hitting the bastard. I
am _definitely_ not used to hearing racist comments like that and to be so
utterly devoid of common decency as to voice them loudly in a public place...
Well, I really thought I lived in a nicer town. I abhor racism. It would be
close to the top of the very short list of things I hate. If the net can bring
people together, break down the walls even a little it will be well worth it."
Odum1
> >this and a number of folk songs ?"
> Harper blinks, wondering if someone cloned her while she wasn't
> looking. And if so, can she get one of the extra Harpers to come
> over and clean her house while she's at work.
John, who started dozing off into his (non-alcoholic) mint julep looks up
suddenly...
"Wow! Who let all these Harpers in? Hey Harper!! Youre all over the
place!!! Zis happen often?"
"Do we have enough funny hats...?"
John, wondering if his drink really is non-alcoholic
Odum1
Harper?
> > I've just asked Jenny to dance, and maybe she will say yes if she
hears
> > your sweet music."
[snip]
> "Glad to oblige," Harper says, smiling. In Amethyst, her repertoire
is
>much more extensive than in RL, and she has no difficulty choosing a
>suitable tune. Soon a gentle, lilting melody fills the room...
John, feeling the music in him, looks for someone to dance with. Still
surrounded by Harpers, he speaks to Harper:
"Hey, do you mind if I dance with one of these other Harpers who's not
busy playing music?"
John, wondering if the Harpers shouldnt get together and form a band
Seth Springer Fortin
Cephelopod <cephe...@aol.com> wrote:
>"I always thought Black Jack Davy was the man who was searching for his
>wife, not the one who ran after her...but I only know a version of the
>song that's performed by some NoCal wannaCelts, so I probably shouldn't
>talk."
Springer:
"Umm, well, I only know the song from Steeleye Span myself. But in
their version of it, at least, the wife of the squire, when he catches up to
her (no doubt huffing and puffing) sez to him: 'What care I for your goose-
feather bed, your sheets of down, and <something, something>, when I may
sleep on the cold hard ground, and roam with Black Jack Davy?' So I always
took it that Davy was the stealer. Besides, it's a rather roguish name, don't
you think?"
Springer, who has never stolen anybody's girl.
Jenny K
> > >
> > > "I respect the English for their wisdom and attention to detail, but they
> > > can be stuffy." He smiles at Jenny: "But you are good company."
> >
> > Jenny smiles, and blushes slightly. "Thank you, kind sir."
>
Jenny hesitates for a moment, then remembers that she is a *much*
better dancer in the Amethyst than she she is in RL, so she gladly
accepts. As she stands up and moves away from the tables, she
hears Harper begin to play a beautiful tune ...
--
Jenny K
Jenny K
> >"Let's hope the Net turns out to be the biggest melting-pot of all!
> >How can people believe nasty stereotypes about other nationalities
> >when they can chat to people from those countries and recognise them
> >as fellow human beings?
>
> I agree with your sentiments behind the posting Jenny. But I
> personaly don't want to be thrown into a giant melting pot, I want
> the freedom for myself and others to seek self determination.
> People should be allowed to be individuals, not just another Joe
> ordinary. I find it boring to be able to go to any town and find
> the same shops selling the same goods all speaking the same
> corporate speak. Live should be filled with wonderment, not
> predictability from knowing were each of us is coming from.
"I was just echoing Harper's reference to the melting pot. I don't
think either of us meant that we wanted everyone to become the same.
I really prefer the salad bowl image ... all blending well together,
but each individual element distinct, and valued as itself."
[...]
> Jem steping down from his orange box, turns back and say "sorry
> but I'm not comfortable with the term Melting Pot"
>
> Jem... trying to look small in the comfortable armchair.
"NEVER try to look small!"
--
Jenny K, who actually spends most of her RL trying to merge into
the background
Leslie Horder
>but I'm not comfortable with the term Melting Pot"
"I heard a woman descibe it once as not a melting pot, but as a salad. That
you don't put a salad in the blender. You need each thing intact to make
the salad attractive. Each thing is unique and adds it's own flavor....I
think her name was something Elliott. Ruth maybe?"
Leslie, rather incoherent, doped up on prescription drugs. I have yet to
have a normal conversation in days. <cough><hack>
Tracey Reilly
>>but I'm not comfortable with the term Melting Pot"
>Leslie:
>"I heard a woman descibe it once as not a melting pot, but as a salad. That
>you don't put a salad in the blender. You need each thing intact to make
>the salad attractive. Each thing is unique and adds it's own flavor....I
>think her name was something Elliott. Ruth maybe?"
"Stew. Definitely stew. Each ingredient has its own separate taste, and they
all contribute to the whole. Take away one ingredient, and it's not quite
as good as it once was. But the individual flavors aren't lost in the mix."
--
Tracey Reilly Theatrical Lighting Design stgt...@acs.bu.edu
Stage Trolls(c) '95 --the few, the proud, the penniless
Jenny K
> >
> > Jenny hesitates for a moment, then remembers that she is a *much*
> > better dancer in the Amethyst than she she is in RL, so she gladly
> > accepts. As she stands up and moves away from the tables, she
> > hears Harper begin to play a beautiful tune ...
>
> worries of the world to Harper's beautiful music.
>
> (Rom is a *much* better dancer in Amethyst than in RL)
"Thank you, Rom. I enjoyed that ... and it took some really clever
footwork to avoid those Pirates!"
--
Jenny K, who is amazed at how fast news posts are reaching her this week
... but the system is going down again for a while on Saturday 8-(
RCM...@delphi.com
[snip]
> Springer:
> "Umm, well, I only know the song from Steeleye Span myself. But in
> their version of it, at least, the wife of the squire, when he
>catches up to her (no doubt huffing and puffing) sez to him: 'What
>care I for your goose- feather bed, your sheets of down, and
><something, something>, when I may sleep on the cold hard ground, and
>roam with Black Jack Davy?' So I always took it that Davy was the
>stealer. Besides, it's a rather roguish name, don't you think?"
"Springer, you're right. Black Jack Davy is the rogue that ran off
with the wife. In other versions he's called Gypsy Davy. In the one
that I know best, the line you're trying to remember is 'What care I
for your goosefeather bed, with the sheets turned down so bravely...'"
> Springer, who has never stolen anybody's girl.
Harper, never been stolen
RCM...@delphi.com
[snip]
> > > Romany smiles in return: "Would you like to dance?"
> > Jenny hesitates for a moment, then remembers that she is a *much*
> > better dancer in the Amethyst than she she is in RL, so she gladly
> > accepts. As she stands up and moves away from the tables, she
> > hears Harper begin to play a beautiful tune ...
> > Jenny K
> Rom guides the fair lady to the dance floor and they twirl away the
> worries of the world to Harper's beautiful music.
> (Rom is a *much* better dancer in Amethyst than in RL)
> --
> rom carpathian
Harper glances up occasionally from the harp strings to watch Rom and
Jenny gliding across the floor. They seem to be enjoying the dance, and
the music. Of course, Harper is a *much* better musician in Amethyst
than in RL...
Odum1
>: >>but I'm not comfortable with the term Melting Pot"
>:
>: >Leslie:
>: >"I heard a woman descibe it once as not a melting pot, but as a salad.
That
>: >you don't put a salad in the blender. You need each thing intact to
make
>: >the salad attractive. Each thing is unique and adds it's own
flavor....I
>: >think her name was something Elliott. Ruth maybe?"
:
>: "Stew. Definitely stew. Each ingredient has its own separate taste,
and they
>: all contribute to the whole. Take away one ingredient, and it's not
quite
>: as good as it once was. But the individual flavors aren't lost in the
mix."
>: --
John, amateur anthroplologist, nods in understanding...
"Yesss,yes.. indeed. So American culture should be more like a, um, BLT
and less like, say, Spam? Yes- Spam. Definitely Spam (or perhaps Armour
Star Treet)"
John, still gettin th'hang o' that metaphor thing
Jonathan Hatch
[most of the text leaves, grumbling at the hairy guy who is more
interested in a tangent]
: "What's wrong with dirt?"
: Jenny starts mumbling (you're quite safe, she won't try singing it) ...
: "Mud, mud, glorious mud
: Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood ..."
"`The good hippopotama
He'd aimed to entice
Sat listening far up above
Since she hadn't gottama
To give her advice
Came tiptoeing down to her love.'
"Okay, probably not exact, but I was trying from memory. Does anyone know
where I can get a *good* copy of Flanders & Swann's At The Drop Of A Hat?
It's awesome. They even wrote a song that was performed on the Muppet Show."
--
Yog Shoggoth a.k.a. Jonathan Hatch a.k.a. Cap'n Crash&burn
"You kill 8 or 10 people and you throw blood all over and you say, 'Now
you see what I'm saying?' and they say, 'Oh, Oh, Now we see what you're
saying!' and they still don't see what you're saying!'
-Charles Manson
Derek Hartl ARN (Student)
: >
: >Derek, wishing for harmony
:
: I think Harper's got some over there . . . can't you hear? May I have
: this dance?
:
: orlando
Derek hits himself on the side of his head a few times. Suddenly, he can
hear again! There's music all around. He then turns to orlando, takes
her in his arms, and dances to the melody. "I thought you'd never ask"
Derek, Astaire apparent
Andy May
jha...@rocket.cc.umr.edu "Jonathan Hatch" writes:
> Jenny K (jen...@escher.demon.co.uk) wrote:
> : Jenny starts mumbling (you're quite safe, she won't try singing it) ...
>
> : "Mud, mud, glorious mud
> : Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood ..."
>
<snip>
> "Okay, probably not exact, but I was trying from memory. Does anyone know
> where I can get a *good* copy of Flanders & Swann's At The Drop Of A Hat?
"I don't know for sure" says journeyman, "I'll look in the record shop
next time I'm in town. The only copy I've got access to is the one my
parents own - it's an EP on record."
[footnote to our younger readers: "records" were a recording medium in
poular use up until the late 1980s. They took the form of an analogue
recording, which was imprinted onto 7 or 12 inch vinyl disks, and played
by placing a needle (or stylus) directly onto the playing surface]
OK - so it was a feeble plot device to enable me to lead into....
'My Father had a gramophone,
He wound it round and round
And with a sharpish needle
It made a tuneful sound.
But then they amplified it,
It was much LOUDER then
So we sharpened high the needle
To make it soft again.'
{from memory, apologies for errata}
[journeyman]
--
Andy May
>
> : Jenny starts mumbling (you're quite safe, she won't try singing it) ...
>
> : "Mud, mud, glorious mud
> : Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood ..."
>
"Let's see if we can put this together from memory then...."
'A yound hippopotamus was bathing one day
On the banks of the cool Shalimar'
[journeyman]
(who's seriously thinking about going down into Reading to see
if he can find a record shop open...)
Andy May
> > [journeyman]
> > "Although the way that fairport do Matty Groves live these days, is
> >*far* removed from what you might call 'classic folk'. journeyman
> >grins happily at the thought of Maart doing his Jimi Hendrix
> >impressions in front of the speaker stacks at Cropredy...
>
> "They aren't by any change the source of the 'Matty Groves Talking
> Blues' that I've heard, are they?"
>
"I don't honestly know" says journeyman, "I haven't come across the Matty
Groves Talking Blues. The way Fairport tend to do Matty Groves live now
is to "rock it up a bit". The way they explained it at the Cropredy
festival a couple of years ago, was that they were on tour somewhere
playing in an Arena, and KISS were warming up in the stadium next door.
They though that sounded fun, so they decided to have a go at ramping up
one of their own songs, and decided that MG is such a powerful track it
quite takes the Rock treatment. It's done decidedly tongue-in-cheek,
but IMHO sounds (and looks) great."
The Fairport Convention Annual Festival at Cropredy, Oxfordshire each
summer is a wonderfully civilised weekend's folk. I can wholeheartedly
reccomend it to anyone..
[journeyman]
--
Kristin A. Ruhle
: "A bit like Steeleye Span, then?" Harper asks. "Anyway, the Matty
: Groves Talking Blues is hilarious. I've never heard it on a
: recording, only around a campfire, and never thought to ask the
: source. It's done in the style of a traditional American talking
: blues -- recited, accompanied by guitar music. I can only remember a
: few lines here and there -- but it'll give you the flavor." She
: frowns, then points to her harp. "To paraphrase Tom Lehrer, just
: imagine that this is a 29-string guitar... Oh, yeah... I'm no good at
: accents, so just imagine that all the verses are done in a rather bad
: Scottish imitation accent, and that all the interjections are in an
: American country-music sort of twang."
: "Just in case anyone doesn't know the story, Matty Groves is seduced
: by Lord Donald's wife one day in church. She takes him home for some
: fun and games while her husband's away, but a page boy spills the
: beans, and the lovers wake up to find an irate Lord Donald looking
: down at them. That's the point where I'll start."
(song deleted for bandwidth)
"Oh, the Frank Hayes version!" Kristin says, her eyes lighting up. "I
think it's called "Like a Lamb to the Slaughter" on the tape. He wrote
some great filk songs. I *think* it's the same Frank Hayes who hangs out
on alt.fan.cecil-adams. At least i've spotted him there..."
Kristin Ruhle
--
***********************************************************************
"The whole world - as the Village? ...I'd like to be the first man on the
moon." -Number 6
***************kri...@rahul.net**************************************
Leslie Horder
>: Leslie, who is wilting before her table *wilt*wilt*w
>: i
>: l
>: t
> Sam, who's not quite as observant as she should be, notices
>Leslie's wilting, and brings over a watering-can ....
"sputter! Sputter! SPut! Sput! Sput! B-b-b-b-b-b-bb-b-b-b-b- (shaking the
water off while b-b-b-b'ing) Thanks Sam! I needed that...."
> (well, it works for my _plants_)
"don't worry, it worked for me too..."
> --Sam
Leslie, owner of a black thumb (Springer, I think your hand was defective...)
RCM...@delphi.com
>: "A bit like Steeleye Span, then?" Harper asks. "Anyway, the
>: Matty Groves Talking Blues is hilarious. I've never heard it
> "Oh, the Frank Hayes version!" Kristin says, her eyes lighting up. "I
> think it's called "Like a Lamb to the Slaughter" on the tape. He wrote
> some great filk songs. I *think* it's the same Frank Hayes who hangs
>out on alt.fan.cecil-adams. At least i've spotted him there..."
> Kristin Ruhle
> ***************kri...@rahul.net**************************************
Harper covers her face and thinks *very* seriously about crawling under
a table to hide. "You're right," she says to Kristin. "Not only are
you right, but I just realized I own a Frank Hayes tape with that song
on it."
Harper, prematurely senile
Clare Jacqueline West
> "`The good hippopotama
> He'd aimed to entice
> Sat listening far up above
> Since she hadn't gottama
> To give her advice
> Came tiptoeing down to her love.'
> "Okay, probably not exact, but I was trying from memory. Does anyone know
> where I can get a *good* copy of Flanders & Swann's At The Drop Of A Hat?
> It's awesome. They even wrote a song that was performed on the Muppet Show."
No. All I have is a tape of an old LP of my fathers. If you ever find
a good copy let me know where....I'd really like a better copy than I
have.
clare (sneaking out from the wood work as she reads news for the first
time in what seems like weeks -- I'm waiting for a disk to copy to
another disk at the end of a day that started out well but went
quickly down hill)
--
cl...@cs.auckland.ac.nz OWotRFA
Thinking of Maud you forget everything else. -- hack v1.0.3
Who was that Maud person anyway? -- nethack v3.1.0
Clare Jacqueline West
> 'My Father had a gramophone,
> He wound it round and round
> And with a sharpish needle
> It made a tuneful sound.
> But then they amplified it,
> It was much LOUDER then
> So we sharpened high the needle
I always heard that as "sharpened finer needles"
> To make it soft again.'
> {from memory, apologies for errata}
you're welcome
clare
Leslie Horder
> "Well, then, can I have it back?"
"Sure. As you can see, mine is almost fully grown back now. Thanks for the
lend though. I really appreciate it."
Leslie the star-fish
Seth Springer Fortin
Springer:
"Sure. Boy, it was a bitch to try to type these posts in with my
nose, though...."
>
>Leslie the star-fish
>
Springer, MC Blowfish.
(5pts for the reference.)
Jonathan Hatch
not intended as criticism, rather to help get it right here.
Clare Jacqueline West (cl...@cs.aukuni.ac.nz) wrote:
: An...@argus.demon.co.uk (Andy May) writes:
: > 'My Father had a gramophone,
"I had a little gramophone
: > He wound it round and round
"I'd wind it round and round
: > And with a sharpish needle
: > It made a tuneful sound.
"Cheerful, not tuneful
: > But then they amplified it,
: > It was much LOUDER then
: > So we sharpened high the needle
: I always heard that as "sharpened finer needles"
"And used sharpened fiber needles
: > To make it soft again.'
: > {from memory, apologies for errata}
: you're welcome
thank you
--
Yog Shoggoth a.k.a. Jonathan Hatch a.k.a. Cap'n Crash&burn
George Carlin's Science Page Sez: "In Brazil, a nine-year study of dancing
has disclosed that, as many had suspected, it really only takes one
to tango."