I will guarantee anonymity except in cases of blatant abuse.
I will achieve anonymity by tallying the results in
uncorrelated tabulations and then deleting the emails.
(I know this loses interesting correlation data, but if
resondents want anonymity it's hard to avoid.)
I know that this anonymity promise depends on trust and that
you have no particular reason to trust me. Someday, I hope.
I will post results Saturday.
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yes( ) ( )no Should RoadRunner be subjected to some kind of UDP?
yes( ) ( )no ... active UDP (cancels) ?
yes( ) ( )no ... passive UDP (drop messages) ?
yes( ) ( )no ... all-groups UDP? (as opposed to specific groups)
yes( ) ( )no Are you a Usenet sysadmin? How big:_ How long:_
yes( ) ( )no Should another server be subjected to UDP? Who:_
yes( ) ( )no Should UDPs be used more often?
yes( ) ( )no Should UDPs be used less often?
yes( ) ( )no Would you have answered this survey without anonymity?
xxxxxxxx end of survey xxxxxxxx
--
with con-
siderable acerbity now; the rasping asperity was like an
electric shock to my bemused brain. "Lobsang! We are in
a better position to judge than you; you are enmeshed in
the toils of the West. We can stand aside and evaluate.
You have but the local news, we have the world."
Humbly I remained silent, awaiting a continuation of the
message, agreeing within myself that "They" obviously
knew what was right. After some interval, the Voice came
again. "You have suffered much unjustly, but it has been
in a good cause. Your previous work has brought much
good to many, but you are ill and your judgment is at
fault and warped on the subject of the next book."
As I listened I reached out for my age-old crystal and
held it before me on its dull black cloth. Quickly the glass
clouded and became as white as milk. A rift appeared, and
the white clouds were parted like the drawing aside of cur-
tains to let in the light of the dawn. I saw as I heard. A
distant view of the towering Himalayas, their tops mantled
in snow. A sharp sensation of