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
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belt of her dressing-gown, pulled it open-and to my
horror she had nothing on beneath! She saw my look and
cackled, "I'm not trying for you, you've got other develop-
ments on your hands tonight." She stood up, her dressing-
gown falling to the ground, and reached for the stack of
drying prints. "Gee!" she exclaimed, leafing through them,
"What mugs. Don't know why these geezers have their
pictures took." She sat down again, apparently abandoning
her dressing-gown without regret-it was hot here, and I
was getting hotter!
"Do you believe in telepathy?" she asked.
"Of course I do!" I replied.
"Well I saw a show at the Palladium and they did tele-
pathy there. I said it was genuine, but the fellow who took
me said it was all a fake." . . .
There is an oriental legend about a traveler on the wide
Gobi desert, his camel had died, and the man was crawling
along, almost dying of thirst. Ahead of him he suddenly
saw what appeared to be a waterskin, a goatskin filled with
water which travelers carry. Hurrying desperately to the
skin, he bent down to drink, and found it was merely a skin
stuffed with first class diamonds which some other thirsty
traveler had thrown away to lighten his load. Such is the
way of the West, people seek material riches, seek technical
advancement, rockets with bigger and better bangs, pilot-
less aircraft, and attempted investigation in space. The real
values, astral traveling, clairvoyance, and telepathy they
treat with suspicion, believing them to be fakes or comic
stage turns.
When the British were in India it was well known that
the Indians could send messages long distances, telling of
revolts, impending arrivals, or any news of interest. Such
messages would travel the country in mere hours. The
same thing was noticed in Africa and was known as the
"Bu