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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The
efficient cabin crew came round with breakfast. There is
no nation like the Swiss for efficiency in the air, for attending
to the passengers' wants, and for providing truly excellent
food. The cats sat up and were all attention at the thought
of eating again.
Far off to the right a hazy gray line appeared and rapidly
grew larger. New York! Inevitably I thought of the first
time I had come to America, working my way as a ship's
engineer. Then the skyscrapers of Manhattan had towered
214
heavenwards, impressing with their size. Now, where were
they? Not those little dots, surely? The great plane circled,
and a wing dipped. The engines changed their pitch.
Gradually we sank lower and lower. Gradually buildings
on the ground took shape, what had appeared to be a deso-
late waste resolved itself into Idlewild International Airport.
The skilled Swiss Pilot set the plane down with just a faint
scrunch of tires. Gently we taxied along the runway to the
Airport buildings. "Keep your seats, please!" said the
Purser. A gentle "thud" as the mobile stairway came to rest
against the fuselage, a metallic scraping, and the cabin door
was swung open. "Good-bye," said the cabin crew, lin