Login name: activist In real life: Benjamin Bradley Directory: /u/activist Shell: /lusr/bin/bash On since Aug 27 10:59:46 on pts/0 from conan.cs.utexas.edu No unread mail Project: live Plan: 8-27-00 I breathe and eat and grow And that is how you know that I'm a alive yes I'm alive Breathe in Breathe out Breathe in Breathe out (sesame street song) I must say vacation's been treating me pretty damn well. I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. 8-18-00 I am my own God. Religion is conventional morality at best, for most, preconventional - at best, people act as they do because of laws or rules, at worst, they fear the fires of hell. "Bjšrk's thoughts on religion are chronicled at a fansite (Ed. Please send in a reference if anybody has one.): Well, I think no two people have the same religion, and a lot of people would call that being un-religious. But I'm actually very religious. The way I'd sum it up is ... the United Nations did a world-wide survey, asking 100 standard questions. And they got two really freak answers from Iceland. The first question was, "What do you believe in?" And everybody around the world said Buddha, God, Allah, whatever. And the Icelanders said "Myself" I think that's because it's such a tough place, that when you get into trouble you better be able to sort it out yourself you know? (interviewer) What was the other? They asked everyone if they were happy, and everybody said no, not really. But the Icelanders said "Yes!" If I get into trouble, there's no God or Allah to sort me out. I have to do it myself. I do not believe in religion, but if I had to choose one, it would be Buddhism. It seems more livable, closer to men. I've been reading about reincarnation, and the Buddhists say we come back as animals and they refer to them as lesser beings. Well, animal aren't lesser beings, they're just like us. So I say fuck the Buddhists." --http://www.primenet.com/~lippard/atheistcelebs/pg3.html#a In their album AEnima, the liner notes included the following statement: "This sort of behavior is left to the psychotic, dogmatic, fundamentalist believers you see on T.V. everyday letting off bombs and killing people in the name of God. Beliefs are dangerous. Beliefs allow the mind to stop functioning. A non-functioning mind is clinically dead. Believe in nothing." http://www.primenet.com/~lippard/atheistcelebs/pg38.html#a 8-17-00 In the past year in my department, All three accounting clerks quit, and three new ones were rehired, one of whom quit immediately after her insurance matured and paid for her back surgery. We've hired four other staff members and 3-6 new professors (I don't really know them all). One of the advisors quit. The chairman's secretary quit, and my supervisor quit. 8-15-00 I fundamentally believe that the universe is unmoral (without absolute objective value) and that if a creator existed, it would be so (and probably disinterestedÊlike the clockmaker as well). However, the unmorality of the world does not exclude the possibility of a very powerful being like god or satan, which make up their own values and impose them on others. 8-14-00 A professor collapsed in his classroom and said he didn't want anyone to call the paramedics. The question of whether or not to call had to go up the chain of command in the beauracracy. 8-9-00 "If the 20th century taught us anything ,it is to be cautious about the word /impossible/." -Charles Platt 8-4-00 I see stories of intolerance and narrowmindedness and it makes me sick and violent. But then I see that more and more states are finally recognizing same-sex partner's rights. And I realize that despite the noisy few, most of the world is progressing and becoming brighter. It's so unfair that Tom Green is a jerk and has one nut and he still gets to bonk Drew Barrymore. 7-31-00 Inventory of the event: WED 26: Left Austin late wednesday night, got into Dallas about 1am Thursday morning. THU 27: Got up between 9 and 10am, went to Six Flags over Texas in Arlington with my cousin Jane and her son Graham. Jane, being an adult, refrained from riding most of the rides, but Susannah, Graham, Hobbs and I rode on: The Conquistador (The giant swinging boat thing), The log ride, The Texas Giant, and Runaway Mountain (at which point I got dizzy) and finally the Mine Train. Then we ate hamburgers for $40 - big mistake - only made me more nauseous). Then Hobbs went off to ride the Mr. Freeze and the Batman Ride while Jane, Graham, and I rode the bumper cars and then went up to the top of the tower (did you know they used to have huge slides coming off of the top of the tower? no shit!). By then we were all pooped so we went home. FRI 28: Ran around all day shopping for clothes and shoes etc and had the wedding rehersal at 7pm, then went to Bugatti's for a very posh dinner where I made my toast: SAT 29: Ran around again for most of the day moving luggage, people, shopping, etc. Got to the church at 6:30 and hung around for an hour, took photos, then had the wedding, then drove to the reception. The food was standard for a wedding reception, the drink was fine but I didn't get enough, and the dancing was pretty good. I didn't get to talk to many people, but really by the time I got there I was already ready to leave I was so exhausted from the entire weekend. SUN 30: Got up and left at about 11am. General Impressions: I'm glad that my dad's found someone to be happy with. I'm glad he's finally getting some. The wedding was fun when I wasn't too stressed out. I hope the two of them are happy together for a long long time. I hope my sister can deal with it all. It's really hard to go from a fairly liberal environment into one with an overbearing perfectionist conservative catholic. I mean, relative to her own world, she's a very nice person. But relative to the world we were brought up in, she's kinda - to put it in terms that pop into my head - prissy, stuck up, and narrow-minded. It's a big shock. I guess that if she can see past the part of me that makes her cringe, then I can look past the part of her that makes me cringe. I just think it's kinda creepy that her dad died, and she talks about him a lot, and now she marries an older man. 7-26-00 I absolutely think that the (temporary quick easy) solution to intolerant hate groups is assassination. Most, if not all, of these groups are composed of weak, sad individuals who have no original ideas, but rather choose to follow one charismatic leader. Get rid of the leaders, and the repugnant rats will return to the shitholes and chaos from whence they came. 7-24-00 There was a time when MTV was not empTV, when MTV stood for something more than music, when MTV actually stood for music. MTV was the voice of a generation. Remember Rock the Vote? MTV used to be a force. MTV taught tolerance and activism. Remember when kids rioted because the cable company stopped carrying MTV? The MTV of today, which caters to 8-to-15 year olds with it's Total Request Live hype and Britany Spears glamour, is not the MTV that Dire Straits sang of when they proclaimed "I want my MTV." 7-20-00 You know you're tired when you dream about sleeping. Being a good employee is a lot more about attitude than it is about what you actually do. 7-19-00 "When I was a kid, I used to pray every night for a new bicycle. Then I realized that the Lord, in his wisdom, didn't work that way. So I just stole one and asked him to forgive me. " -Emo Philips 7-18-00 "I do not take drugs - I am drugs." -Salvador Dali 7-17-00 How priviledged I am, How priviledged we are, such a priviledged life I live, that when my city has a drought, people worry about their lawns. 7-14-00 walking across an empty parking lot in Texas in July ---------------------------------------------------- O heartless black concrete desert- I shall die within thee For here there is no sustenance and no tree to shade me. The furious sun bakes me with its anger. Sweat drips from me like wax from a dying candle. I shall surely perish. So long as my legs keep moving, my mind is free to wander. 7-13-00 When our parents die, their values will die with them. Mine is the generation to begin tolerance. We, who have grown up with black white asian hispanic friends. We, who have grown up with gay friends. We, who have grown up with recycling bins on the corner. We, who have grown up with understanding in our hearts, and our minds open. We will change the world. 7-12-00 "Love with extreme lucidity and barbaric ferocity." -Mark Leyner _Et tu, babe_ 7-11-00 "The individual choice of garnishment of a burger can be an important point to the consumer in this day when individualism is an increasingly important thing to people." -- Donald N. Smith, president of Burger King 7-10-00 Happy Birthday dad! (unrelated) when two people love each other so much that they purposely hurt themself physically in order to hurt the other emotionally 7-6-00 I've been thinking more about it recently, and what if when a person dies, s/he answers to whatever gods or rules s/he believes in? So when I die, I'd have to answer to a 20-something goth chick with an ankh around her neck. "...it was the kind of thing I would have been blind to, had I been in love with her..." Sometimes I wonder how much of my life I'm going to waste dicking around, until I realize that I'm really just a writer. 7-5-00 "Queog, Teog, Peog!" - /Return to OZ/ 7-4-00 Last night I had a dream in which the following was revealed to me: All of human existence, in the tiny fraction of eternity that we dwell, in the smallest atom of a planet, out of the whole universe, on which we live, is less significant than a single dust particle in the Louvre. But when a story can touch the reader's heart, that is significant. 7-3-00 (from the Daily Texan article on Raves 7/3/00): "The drugs of choice at the moment, are ketamine... or 'Special K,' is an animal tranquilizer that heightens the senses. ... 'People do K. That's an evil drug,' Felix said. 'You feel like a short, retarded midget.'" "Living on Earth may be expensive, but it includes an annual free trip around the Sun." Ñ Bumper sticker. "The simplest schoolboy is now familiar with truths for which Archimedes would have sacrificed his life." Ñ Ernest Renan (1823-92), French philosopher and theologian. 6-30-00 "you are by far the most interesting single-serving friend I've ever met." - _Fight Club_ 6-20-00 Today, I got paid $7.32/hr to eat chocolate cake and do my homework. It's not a bad job. 6-19-00 As a woman, you want a man who's going to rip off your clothes, not a man who's going to rip your clothes. 5-7-00 "24 April 1905 In this world, there are two times. There is mechanical time and there is body time. The first is as rigid and metallic as a massive pendulum of iron that swings back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. The second squirms and wriggles like a bluefish in a bay. The first is unyielding, predetermined. The second makes up its mind as it goes along. Many are convinced that mechanical time does not exist. When they pass the giant clock on the Kramgasse they do not see it; nor do they hear its chimes while sending packages on Postgasse or strolling between flowers in the Rosengarten. They wear watches on their wrists, but only as ornaments or as courtesies to those who would give timepieces as gifts. They do not keep clocks in their houses. Instead they listen to their heartbeats. They feel the rhythms of their moods and desires. Such people eat when they are hungry, go to their jobs at the millinery ot the chemist's when ever they wake from their sleep, make love all hours of the day. Such people laugh at the thought of mechanical time. They know that time moves in fits and starts. They know that time struggles forward with a weight on it's back when they are rushing an injured child to the hospital or bearing the gaze of a neighbor wronged. And they know too that time darts across the field of vision when they are eating well with friends or receivng praise or lying in the arms of a secret lover. Then there are those who think that their bodies don't exist. They live by mechanical time. They rise at seven o'clock in the morning. They eat their lunch at noon and their supper at six. They arrive at their appointments on time, precisely by the clock. The make love between eight and ten at night. They work forty hours a week, read the Sunday paper on Sunday, play chess on Tuesday nights. When their stomach growls, they look at their watch to see if it is time to eat. When they begin to lose themselves in a concert, the look at the clock above the stage to see when it will be time to go home. Thy know that the body is not a thing of wild magic, but a collection of chemicals, tissues, and nerve impulses. Thoughts are no more than electrical surges in the brain. Sexual arousal is no more than a flow of chemicals to certain nerve endings. Sadness no more than a bit of acid transfixed in the cerebellum. In short, the body is a machine, subject to the same laws of electricity and mechanics as an electron or clock. As such, the body must be addressed in the language of physics. And if the body speaks, it is the speaking only of so many levers and forces. The body is a thing to be ordered, not obeyed. Taking the night air along the river Aare, one sees evidence for two worlds in one. A boatman gauges his position in the dark by counting seconds drifed in the water's current. "One, three meters. Two, six meters. Three, nine meters." His voice cuts through the black in clean and certain syllables. Beneath a lamppost on the Nydegg Bridge, two brothers who have not seen each other for a year stand and drink and laugh. The bell of St. Vincent's Cathedral sings ten times. In seconds, lights in the apartments lining Schifflaube wink out, in a perfect mechanized response, like the deductions of Euclid's geometry. Lying on the riverbank, two lovers look up lazily, awakened from a timeless sleep by the distant church bells, surprised to find that night has come. Where the two times meet, desperation. Where the two times go their separate ways, contentment. For, miraculously, a barrister, a nurse, a baker can make a world in either time, but not in both times. Each time is true, but the truths are not the same." (pp. 23-27) --from _Einstien's Dreams_ by Alan Lightman 4-28-00 "Touched by her fingers, the two surviving chocolate people copulate desperately, losing themselves in a melting frenzy of lust, spending the last of their brief borrowed lives in a spasm of raspberry cream and fear." - Neil Gaiman, _Brief Lives_ (Sandman) 4-13-00 "As we progress, I say less and less and you do more and more." -Glenn Downing, my CS prof. 4-10-00 sometimes when I go home for the weekend and do nothing all weekend, when I come back, I've forgotten that there are other people in the world. There are things growing on the trees here that look just like bezoars. 2-23-00 Hobbs says there's a guy in her class who always makes the most unintelligible comments. She says that if Andy Kaufman played jokes on her, he would be that guy. 2-17-00 welcome.to/buh this group is like the Upright Citizens Brigade meets Tom Green, but funnier. They (we) seek to create humor by invading people's comfort zones. 2-10-00 "I kicked that lake's ass!" - Tom Green 1-25-00 it's good to not be broke anymore. Sometimes I forget I am not four. Sometimes I forget there are people watching me when I skip. 1-10-00 happy birthday to me! static electricity is like bad goverment: it's always there but after a while you realize complaining about it doesn't do anything, so you just give up and accept it. I've been with this Xerox machine longer than I've been in my own body. You'd think that, for a guy who gets flashed hundreds of times a day, I'd enjoy my job more. If copying were flying, I'd have enough frequent flyer miles to go around the world twice. If I were female, the Xerox and I would be on the same cycle. 1-5-00 Money is an incredible motivating force. It motivates some to steal, some to lie, some even to kill. For me, money is motivating me to get up at 6:am and do a pretty crappy job all day, for 2 weeks. 12-20-99 "People aren't boobies" - my mom, Grace Bradley 12-18-99 well, I'm back in dallas. the same family is here, but bonus! I get another one! they're not as anal-retentive as teh old one, but they are catholic. ah well. 12-9-99 Sometimes, while walking between classes, I forget that the world is not a painting created solely for my pleasure. Sometimes I get overwhelmed by the damn fuckin-a-ness of it all. 12-8-99 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAA AAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I just saw my old supervisor from my summer '96 job at Internet America in Dallas. In fact, he's sitting outside my office right now. He is not a junior at UT majoring in Computer Science. Sometimes the world is entirely too small. I dreamt I saw a plane crashing again. But this time after the flaming debris fell around me and my kind, a sea of gasoline fillen a nearby low-place and it was thick and gross. My mom died, but Hobbs and my sister survived. Why? "The Words, Unity, Action, Sentiment and Diction, pronounced with an Air of Authority, give them a Figure among the unlearned Readers who are apt to believe they are very deep, because they are unintelligible." - Joseph Addison 12-7-99 I have never worked for minimum wage. In fact, I am making my lowest wage ever right now, at $7.33 and up until a minute ago, the powers were paying me $7.33 an hour to stare at the lights above my head and wonder if that flicker came from the fluctuations in the AC power source. I have led a priviledged life. I got free food today at the staff christmas party. I wonder. If we did a study of the average body-fat-percentage of all the faculty/staff members, which department would come out the fattest? Which university would? -- There is a certain simple purity about the Office of Accounting. All they do is push paper. They have no products. They work with numbers, signatures, archives. Nothing exchanges hands. They exist purely in the higher plane of thought. Today I did filing for an hour. In the Computer Science department. Paperless office? What a joke! Sometimes I'm sent to get supplies from the main campus supply store. These supplies go into the CS supply room on the 5th floor. With the items on the 5th floor, we restock the supplies in the departmental office (where I work). Teachers gather supplies from our office to resupply themselves. The campus supply store in turn has it's own stock room, which they supply with supplies from their warehouse across the highway. This warehouse is then supplied by (I assume) large trucks carrying goods which come from third-party companies. The trucks come from... "You're one microscopic cog ..." 12-6-99 "And sitting there, listening to her, it occurred to me that the whole of art-- maybe the whole of life-- is just spray-painting your name on a wall, hoping that someone will see it after you've gone. And kids are to make sure that there's someone around who'll remember you when you're not around anymore." (Fox Glove, p. 83, _Death_) "HAZEL: It's sort of more than one question. But. Look. Um, why do we hurt? Why do we die? Why isn't life good all the time? Why isn't it fair? DEATH: Those aren't stupid questions, Hazel. For some people they're the only questions that matter. HAZEL: Does that mean you won't answer them? DEATH: Sure I'll answer. But it's kind of a big subject, and it's got lots of answers. And the answers don't really mean anything-- they aren't stupid questions but they could just as well be "When is purple?" or "Why does Thursday?", if you see what I mean... HAZEL: Not really. DEATH: Well. I think some of it is probably contrasts. Light and Shadow. If you never had bad times, how would you know you had the good times? But some of it is just: if you're going to be human, then there are a whole load of things that go with it. Eyes, a heard, days and life. It's the moments that illuminate it, though. The times you don't see when you're having them... They make the rest of it matter." (Hazel and Death, pp. 69-70, _Death_) -Neil Gaiman 12-2-99 "we're all fucked eventually anyway. Entropy takes care of that." -me 12-1-99 December is upon us! Thanksgiving was fun. YAU was a blast. Sometimes I forget there are other people in the world. 11-23-99 :shudder: I saw the Julie-ian today. 11-23-99 COOL TIDBIT - JUST MISSED IT: 2/2/2000 will be the first time since 8/28/888 that all the digits in the date are even. That is a span of 1111 years + 127 days. 11/19/1999 is the last time until 1/1/3111 that all the digits in the date are odd. That is a span of 1111 years + 43 days. Friday was the last totally odd date in our lifetimes. Submitted by: J.M. LaPedis @ dukester.com and on another note.... IT's FRIDAY!!!!! (to be followed by about 5 saturdays :) 11-18-99 (the setup: Line Graglia has made some controversial remarks about the competetiveness of various races of students. this is an excerpt from an interview between the Daily Texan (UT's paper) and Graglia) "Q. Should you be able to say whatever you want on this issue? A. You know, in your editorial piece Monday, [Viewpoint, The Texas] you said "Graglia should be able to say whatever the hell he wants." And I want to be clear that is not my position. I believe that I should speak only responsibly, and that I shouldn't say anything that cannot be defended, especialy on such a provocative and sensitive topic." 11-17-99 I saw a couple embracing outside today. I miss Hobbs. see, this is the way it is (jaywalking): This is a rough paraphrase of something John Loveland once told me. why do I jaywalk? well I figure it like this, say I save 2 1/2 seconds by jaywalking, and I cross four intersections in one day. That's 10 seconds I've saved that day. Add that up over a year, and you got about an hour. Now, that don't seem like much, but over the span of a lifetime, you've saved up about an extra three days! Now tell me who wouldn't want an extra three days at the end of their life. Tell me who, laying there in their deathbed, a little needle in their arm, wouldn't like to live for three more days in reasonably good health. 11-16-99 _I_ got the hootch. (That's not "hootch" as in "hootchie girl," but rather "I got the hootch, baby") 11-15-99 so i was registering on varsity.com today because I wanted to get lecture notes for a class that I missed, and it responded with the following. What is this supposed to mean? ----- I'm sorry, we couldn't complete the first step of registration for the following reason(s): Sorry, the user name you entered (lostpoet) could not be processed for the following reason(s): * The User Name you chose is already taken, how bout lostpoet0 or lostpoet_0 or smelly_lostpoet? Please enter a new username: ----- hmmmmm. 11-12-99 FINALLY!!!! no more label sticking!!! YaaaaY! 11-5-99 fog this morning... as far as the eye could see. I looked down into the city and I couldn't see it. For a second I thought I might be in a different world, one where there was no outside, only fog. 11-1-99 I saw Romance last night. didn't realize it was NC-17 until the movie had started already. didn't matter anyway. It was not a simple film. It's about sex and love and how the two form relationships. It's about this chick. Her boyfriend won't give it up for her, because he isn't interested or something. However, he drags her out with him to bars and she doens't want to dance but he likes to dance, so he dances with lots of women, she gets jealous becuase he's getting sensual with strangers, but he won't make love to her. She is in love with the man, so she remains faithful (as she has all along). She finally decides that she wants to get some fulfillment. When she sleeps with other men, she hollows herself out emotionally and participates as if she is being used. She wants to feel like a sex object. She won't kiss them on the mouth, because it's too intimate. She eventually strikes up a relationship with her boss at school. He ties her up in sexual ways (bondage). She likes it. She develops a relationship with him as a friend. She gets pregnant via a drop of seminal fluid when she and her boyfriend begin to have sex, but don't actually complete the act. She carries the child to term. She packs up her bags and leaves the gas on. She walks downstairs and her friend from school is waiting for her. The apartment explodes, killing her boyfriend. 11-1-99 It's funny how we humans think we're above biology. 10-27-99 Do you remember when you fell asleep last night? I woke up this morning and I didn't know my name. I couldn't remember my hair color or my phone number or where I lived. I couldn't say what my favrorite pair of shoes was or why I had so many pairs of jeans. I didn't know the last time I ate and I didn't know if I was alergic to toothpaste. I don't remember falling asleep last night. 10-27-99 My ILS request came in yesterday. The CODEX SERAPHINIANUS is mine! (well for a couple weeks anyway). 10-25-99 Malkovich Malkovich? Malkovich Malkovich Malkovich, Malkovich. Go see Being John Malkovich right now. 10-19-99 It's cold! and wet! yaaaaayyyy! I can bust out my big heavy jacket with the odd things in the pockets. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm 10-14-99 "Jesus died for somebody's sins, but not mine." -Patti Smith 10-8-99 quotes from "tooth imprints on a corn dog" by mark leyner: "and like the celebratory automatic-weapons fire of an anarchic mob, my neurons set the synaptic sky ablaze with electrical discharcge." 10-7-99 sometime I feel like I'm walking around with a big sign on my back that says: +----------+ | INSERT | | PENIS | | HERE | | | | | | | | V | +----------+ fucking coke machine took my dollar. it's more trouble than it's worth to get it back. fuck all. 10-4-99 quotes from _microserfs_ by douglas coupland: "I'm trying to feel more well adjusted than I really am, which is, I guess, the human condition.", p.4 "you exist not only as a member of a family or a company or a county, but as a member of a species-- you are human. You are part of humanity. Our species currently has major problems and we're trying to dream our way out of these problems and we're using computers to do it. The construction of hardware and software is where the species is investing its very survival, and this constriction requires zones of peace, children born of peace, and the absence of code-interfering distractions. We may not achieve transcendence through computation, but we will keep ourselves out of the gutter with them.", p. 61 "People who do repetitive work on keyboards tend to have highly erogenous forearms and shoulder cuffs.", p. 73 "They left a dead escalator, chewed and torn lying on the pavement like a dead grey candy necklace.", p. 81 "The past is a finite resource.", p. 81 "Repetition breeds inertia.", p. 88 "I don't want to lose you. I can't imagine ever feeling this strongly about anything or anybody ever again. This was unexpected, my soul's connection to you. You stole my loneliness No one knows that I was wishing for you, a theif, to enter my house of autonomy, that I had locked my doors but my Windows were open, hoping, but not believing, you would enter.", p. 138 "Left vs. right is obsolete. Politics is, in the end, about biology, information, diversification, numbers, numbers, and numbers-- all candy coated with charisma and guns.", p. 260 "I figured that Gap clothing is what you wear if you want to appear like you're from nowhere; it's clothing that allows you to erase geographical differences and be just like everybody else from anywhere else.", p. 268 "It starts out young -- you try not to be different just to survive-- you try to be just like everyone else-- anonymity becomes reflexive-- and then one day you wake up and you've become all those other people-- the others-- the something you aren't. And you wonder if you can ever be what it is you really are. Or you wonder if it's too late to find out.", p. 291 "randomness is a useful shorthand for describing a pattern that's bigger than anything we can hold in our minds. 'Letting go of randomness is one of the hardest decisions a person can make.'", p. 327 9-29-99 It rained last night! whee! I got totally fucking soaked! (alone :( ) advice from Michael Orion Jackson (TAMSco96,UTco20??), on how to relieve stress: "Try programming in perl, that always lightens my mood. If that doesn't work, cultivate an expensive narcotics habit. It's hard to be tense under the influence of really good opium poppy derivatives. ;^) Or get laid a lot, that works too." 9-20-99 It's monday again. funny how these things keep happening. ugh. wish me luck on my first test of the semester. 9-13-99 Today is monday. ugh. The sky teased me with some drops, pretending it was going to rain. but it didn't. poo. --- Welcome to Hunter, the third incarnation of Benjamin Bradley's .plan file. bbradley@iname.com -> activist@mail.utexas.edu activist@cs.utexas.edu ICQ: 2138802 AIM: LostPoet01 http://lostpoet.tripod.com/ created 8/31/99. -----Damn, Privacy is nice:----- You can get my PGP 2.6.2 key from the web at http://members.tripod.com/~lostpoet/mypubkey.asc or download my PGP Personal Edition key from the default server.