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POSTMODERN
==> mod <==
Xerox Machine Recycling.
There are no such things as "things". Objects are ghostly, with no
definite properties. A new, endogenously created regional security
system -- aimed at regional cooperation and the nurturing of long-run
common interests in fields of defense -- has become a must. Picture a
football game without goals. Dying is a period of categorical
ambiguity in which a person is still among the mundane living, but
babbles of the past, a sign that he or she is also in the process of
becoming one with the ancestral shades. The transition between these
two is often referred to as the wetting--non-wetting transition. They
can experience this loss as a break in the continuity of the life
cycle. On the other hand, the left rotations of each gyroscope yield
zero weight change for all frequencies of rotation and both attitudes.
Couples also need help "in deciding when enough is enough," she said.
Further progress means eroding.
Angular derviatives are zero. The great clustered eyes breaking and
remaking the spontaneous repertoire of the infant. Aesthetic practice
toward a science of ultimates. Imitative responses title the
enlightenment, the legacy, of principal curvatures. The way of symbols.
The two psychotherapies were selected because they were brief,
well-defined and easily distinguished from other psychotherapies. We
had no chamber pots in the room for the boys, but the girls had one.
It's at this juncture that more than a few falter, wondering if they
picked the wrong goal. A tangle of nameless limbs, whiplike
filaments, claws, wings...
Moustache. Imipramine. Nadzornika.
==> mod4 <==
The great clustered eyes break in the continuity.
Categorical ambiguity for the boys,
practice toward a science. No chamber.
The ancestral shades, the life cycle, the other hand:
wetting--non-wetting. A tangle.
The nurturing of long-run nameless limbs.
The girls had one for all frequencies.
More couples also need the transition between the two psychotherapies.
There are the spontaneous ultimates:
Picture a football, a sign that claws, wings...
definite properties.
Endogenously created fields of defense
means eroding of each repertoire of the infant, imitative Imipramine.
Whiplike filaments, among the mundane living, breaking and remaking...
the left rotations, the process of becoming, this loss...
Easily distinguished moustache, aesthetic game without goals.
Angular dying is a period when enough is enough.
Further progress: Recycling, recycling,
The way they can experience babbles of the past,
derviatives, common interests.
This juncture. He or she.
Few falter, wondering they picked the wrong pots in the room.
Objects are ghostly. Nadzornika.
==> modresp <==
In article <1990Apr18.212033.27798@sun.soe.clarkson.edu> jensenjp@clutx.clarkson.edu writes:
>From article <1990Apr18.043618.17369@sun.soe.clarkson.edu>, by jensenjp@clutx.clarkson.edu (Johnny "Rotten" Lydon,The Abyss,,9):
>>>
>>> Whiplike filaments, among the mundane living, breaking and remaking...
>>> [...] the process of becoming, this loss... [...]
>>> aesthetic game without goals.
>>> [...] dying is a period [...]
>>> progress: [...]
>>> babbles of the past,
>>> [...]
>>> [...] [...] [...] Objects
>> [...] ...
>>
>> can you define the meaning of postmodern, this news group,
>> or the color blue?
Postmodern is what people who don't like to admit that they are
pre-modern call themselves. The definition of this newsgroup is
low. Blue is the color of conformist's flesh, suffocated by uniforms
of three piece suits and "casual" denim.
==> modzbcktalk <==
So, wemaronef@hemlock.ucvl.edu (The Masked Avenger) evidently
used the "R" key by mistake. I thought I'd do him a favor
and post this for him:
>Keywords: Nadzornika. Imipramine. Moustache. Stupidity. Emperor's New Clothes.
>
>Great. More pretentious, incomprehensible dreck. Just what the usenet
>needs.
>
>I don't know why I'm bothering, but here goes:
>
>In article <11146@portia.Stanford.EDU> doom@portia.Stanford.EDU (Joseph Brenner) writes:
>
>>There are no such things as "things". Objects are ghostly, with no
>>definite properties.
>
>Bullshit. You drop a big rock on your foot, it's going to hurt.
>How much more definite can you get?
>
>>A new, endogenously
>
>Gee, so you can use a dictionary. I'm impressed.
>
>> created regional security
>>system -- aimed at regional cooperation and the nurturing of long-run
>>common interests in fields of defense -- has become a must.
>
>You mean like NATO? Like Interpol? What the hell is this supposed
>to mean?
>
>>Picture a football game without goals.
>
>I don't have to. I have your posting in front of me.
>
>>Dying is a period of categorical ambiguity
>
>Are you sure about that? Maybe you should try it some time.
>Soon.
>
>>in which a person is still among the mundane living,
>
>What's so "mundane" about living? Is death supposed to be
>more exciting? Phrases like this make the irrational, suicidal
>quality of this crap all too clear.
>
>>but babbles of the past, a sign that he or she is also in the process of
>>becoming one with the ancestral shades.
>
>Gee, I didn't realize you were Jewish :-) :-)
>
>>The transition between these
>>two is often referred to as the wetting--non-wetting transition.
>
>Right. Just what I was saying yesterday.
>
>>They can experience this loss as a break in the continuity of the life
>
>Good point. Dying is often experienced as death.
>
>>On the other hand, the left rotations of each gyroscope yield
>>zero weight change for all frequencies of rotation and both attitudes.
>
>And on the third hand, this line yields zero meaning. Is this supposed
>to be artistic or something? I know, I bet it's a metaphor. The
>gyroscope is Marx, spinning in his grave ("left" rotations, get it?),
>but that has no effect on the world, which almost unanimously has
>decided that he was a jerk.
>
>>Couples also need help "in deciding when enough is enough," she said.
>
>Maybe, but I don't. I know when I've had enough. It all just goes
>on and on like that, and if anything it gets worse. Where do you get
>this stuff from?
>
>If you think you can make further progress by eroding, go right ahead
>and try it and let us know how it works out, huh? Be sure to get in
>some more "aesthetic practice" before getting involved with the "way
>of symbols" again, though, okay? And do select your psychotherapy
>real carefully (you need it), try not to miss the chamber pot again,
>and take lots of Impiramine. And keep your tangle of nameless prose
>off of the net in the future.
>
>"Nadzornika" to you too, buddy.
>
==> modzbcktalk2 <==
Hmm. wemaronef@ucvl.edu is still having trouble finding the
"F" key. Guess I've got to help him out again. Here's his stuff:
Okay, okay already. It was a cut and paste job, I get it
("recycling"). Jesus, the guy who invented that trick is pushing
eighty, and we still have to put up with every sophmore that thinks
it's a new idea.
So you clipped a bunch of disjointed phrases, and arranged them
randomly. Big deal. The trick of rearranging them a second time to
form something closer to complete sentences may be slightly more
clever, but as far as I'm concerned it's wasted cleverness. By
working at it really hard you can get them to almost look like they
mean something. What does that prove? Is this supposed to be an
attack on the validity of language as a means of communication? And
by extension, the validity of human thought (since, as all good little
intellectuals know, since Mario Pei has told them, "language is the
medium of thought")? The whole thing smells of a kind of cannibalism:
The human brain eating itself in an orgy of anti-intellectual
intellectualism. Yet another over-educated undergrad shows us how
intelligent they are by claiming that intelligence is useless, or
non-existent. This whole postmodern thing seems like just the latest
manifestation of the cynical disease popular among the very fuzziest
of the fuzzies ever since Sartre, if not earlier.
And how would you like to be sued for publically posting some of
my private correpsondence without my permission?
==> modzbckup <==
>From: wemaronef@hemlock.ucvl.edu (The Masked Avenger) writes:
>
> Where do you get this stuff from?
You're absolutely right, I should've listed my sources.
Unscholarly of me.
First of all, there was the recycling bins on the second floor
of Meyer library. Then there's the bins in the Current Periodicals
section of Green library. Also, the copy machine room in the
Peterson building, and the room in the Branner earth science library.
Also there's the one next to the machine in the Terman engineering
library. Not the machines upstairs, but the one in the little room
downstairs that goes *Mrnnnnerh! Mrnnnnerh!* all the time and gives
you a headache. And don't forget to check the dumpsters behind
the student union.
==> nextmod <==
A critical inside review of Xerox Machine Recylcing.
and Recline Recycling.
Revealing the fact that, though it appears to be a case
of a simple repeated application of the cut-up technique,
in actuality it began as a simple prose description of a
typival university professor, lying his way through funding
reviews, sleeping with female students, etc.
==> oddlines <==
# !/bin/csh/ -f
#
# shell routine that echos every other line of input file
# uses routine "line" that gets the given line of a file name.
#
set numblines = `cat $argv[1]|wc -l`
@ i = 1
while ($i <= $numblines)
echo `line $i $argv[1]`
@ i = $i + 2
end
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