Perhaps you should try nic.funet.fi instead of funet.fi ??!?!?
nic.funet.fi is THE biggest (?) ftp site from Europe, but
the stuff available there should (?) also be available at the other site
of the "big pool".


In regards ot some of the posts concerning bias in articles of k bikes
versis /2's or boxers of a later date or whatever.. Jeezzz, Lighten up!
I wrote the slash two blues for a bit of humor which seems to be lacking
in the MOA Owners News, when most of the stuff is "I rode the the first
day, I saw that, I rode there the second day, I saw this"
any body out there know were the sense if humor went in people?
I though I still had mine, but I dunno...
Regards
Craig Vechorik
BMW MOA Ambassador #9462
DOD #843
And hey, I just want ya'll to vote.. O.K.? for SOMEBODY instead of throwing
it in the trash...


I used to be a marriage commissioner for the Alaska Court
System (sort of a justice of the peace).  I had great difficulty
with that duty.  I used to pray earnestly in the courthouse
bathroom before the ceremonies, mostly asking that the couples
would come to appreciate and fulfill the true holiness and
divine purpose in marriage--couples who obviously didn't realize
that marriage is God's institution, not the state's.  Gradually,
however, I came to conclude that because I was acting in a
strictly secular, public capacity, established as such by both
the state and the expectations of the couples involved, I was
really conducting a purely secular, legal civil event, with no
greater moral or religious implications than if I had been
conducting a civil trial (the couple who told me, mid-ceremony,
to "please hurry it up" may have helped me to this conclusion).

     I thought I had neatly rationalized a clear and sharp
distinction between marriage before God, and "marriage" before
the state, until I had to deal with my own divorce.  Keeping
Matthew 19:6 in mind, I felt that the state had no business
dissolving my marriage established before God, but of course it
assumed jurisdiction nonetheless.

      I would ask those of you proposing answers to this
question to consider this issue's logical extension: If
intercourse, or the mental intent of the parties, or the
ceremony of the church, or any combination thereof, establishes
marriage, then at what moment is it dissolved?


The Microsoft Founation classes (afx) that come with C/C++ 7.0 (and
Visual C++) are very good, they already have a version for NT,
it comes with source code, and is very close to the navtive API.
It also as some classes to manage data structures...

...Stefan

--
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   Stefan Olson                     Mail: stefan@olson.acme.gen.nz
   Kindness in giving creates love.


It is usually possible to reach people at IKI (Institute for Space
Research) in Moscow by writing to

	IKIMAIL@esoc1.bitnet

This is a machine at ESA in Darmstadt, Germany; IKI has a dedicated
phone line to this machine and someone there logs in regularly to
retrieve mail.

In addition, there are several user accounts belonging to Russian
scientific institutions on

	<user>@sovam.com

which is a commercial enterprise based in San Francisco that provides
email services to the former USSR.  For example, fian@sovam.com is the
"PHysics Institute of the Academy of Sciences" (initials transliterated
from Russian, of course).  These connections cost the Russians real
dollars, even for *received* messages, so please don't send anything
voluminous or frivilous.

=====================================================================
Larry R. D'Addario
National Radio Astronomy Observatory


Don't get fooled by exponents 2^80 (possible keys) is not in the
same league with 10^80 (particles in the universe).  2^80 < 10^25.
Remember Avagadro's number?  There are about that many elementary
particles (not molecules) in one mole.  Pretty small universe!  Or if
you can put 5 Gigabytes on one tape, you would need about 10 trillion
tapes (allowing several bytes per entry).  Still more than all of the
existing magnetic media on the planet, but wait a few years.  (I'm
including existing audio and video cassettes in the total.  Ten
trillion is about 2,000 per person worldwide...  Gives new meaning to
the suspicions of hiden messages.)

--

					Robert I. Eachus


[ a nearly perfect parody  -- needed more random CAPS]

Thanks for the chuckle.  (I loved the bit about relevance to people starving
in Somalia!)

To those who've taken this seriously, READ THE NAME! (aloud)


As a new BMW owner I was thinking about signing up for the MOA, but
right now it is beginning to look suspiciously like throwing money
down a rathole.
   When you guys sort this out let me know.


Hi Folks not exactly certain if this is the best place to ask, but I am
searching for a summer internship in engineering.  I will be graduating in early
 May with a B.S. in aerospace engineering and then pursuing my Masters this Fall
.Does anyone know of anything that is available, I am in the process of applyi
ng to some of the larger companies (ie. MacDac, Martin Marietta, Lockheed.  If a
nyone knows of anything I would appreciate it if you could mail it to me.

Thanks in advance


I am trying to build and use imake (X11R4) on an IBM RS/6000 running AIX V3.2.
I am having the following 2 problems.

(1) Many of my Imakefile's have contructs like
		/**/#This is a makefile
	at the start of lines to pass Makefile comments thru the C
	preprocessor and into the Makefile.  Most of the C preprocessors that
	I have used will not treat such a # as appearing at the start of the
	line.  Thus the C preprocessor does not treat the hash symbol as the
	start of a directive.

	However the IBM cpp strips the comment and treats the hash symbol
	as the start of a directive.  The cpp fails when it determines
	that "This" is not a known directive.  I have temporarily hacked my
	imake to handle this situation but would like to come up with a better
	fix.

(2) Several Imakefiles use /**/ as a parameter to a macro when a particular
	use of the macro does not need a value for the parameter.  The AIX cpp
	gives warnings about these situations but continues to work OK.

If you are familiar with these problems and have solutions, I would appreciate
information about on your solutions.  (Perhaps, this is solved in a later
version of imake that I have not reviewed.)  Also, do you know of other cpp's
that behave similarly?


Well, like someone said in a reply to this it really all depends on the area
that you live in.  See David Veal's reply to this.  I have heard exactly the
same thing that he said in his reply - to fade away if you think that you
haven't been seen (I heard this from a police officer).  For the record though
he was talking about in Tennessee - not everywhere.


Hi ,

	I am looking for a polygon fill routine to fill
	simple 4 sided polygons .

	Can some one who has this routine in C help me in
	saving my "REINVENTING" time.

	Thanx in advance .....


Um, the header said *career.*  Hodapp managed about 3000 PA in his
nine years in the majors.

As for his "consistently over .300," make that "three years in a row,
preceded by a part-time year, plus his last year, with Boston."  Hodapp
only qualified for the batting title five times.

Was he injured?  He retired right around his 28th birthday.

Anyway, Hodapp put up flashy numbers the year *everybody* put up
flashy numbers.  That was his only really good year with a bat;
his other .300 years were marred by a lack of power and an inability
to draw walks.  Only 163 of those 3000 PA were bases on balls, which
does not describe a feared hitter.

On the other hand, he was part of the long line of famous Cleveland 2B:
Wambsganss, Riggs Stephenson, etc.


cubs suck cubs suck cubs suck cubs suck cubs suck cubs suck cubs suck
cubs suck cubs suck cubs suck cubs suck cubs suck cubs suck cubs scuk
cubs suck cubs suck cubs suck cubs cuck cubs suck cubs suck cubs suck
cubs suck cubs suck cubs suck cubs suck cubs suck cubs suck cubs suck
cubs suck cubs suck cubs suck cubs suck cubs suck cubs suck cubs suck

oh yeah, he aqlso added that harry is a drunken idiot who shoulda
stayed in st louis where his heart is, but also added that fair weathered
fans all like to be together.  i guess this is the reason harry is now
a cub fan, bud man.  note he never really left st, louis.

jim walker


I have a Sony 1604S 17" monitor and I don't see any lines across
the screen and am only using the non interlaced mode.
But because of the hor. lines and poping that I do see and hear
when I am usinf 800x600x256 and 1024x768x256 modes and switch back
to anything of less. I would not buy another Sony at what ever price.
Oh ya this is I guess a 15" viewing area. It don't impress me one bit!   Sam


I hope there are some silicon jocks on the committee who can follow
the algorithm through to hardware.  While I doubt the NSA would pull
any monkey business on this point -- they have to expect that the
chip will be reverse-engineered sooner or later -- it's an obvious
opportunity to introduce additional holes.


Ok all you trivia buffs, I have a good one for you.

1.  Prior to the foul bunt rule what is the record for the most foul balls
by 1 batter during one at bat?

2.  Total pitches?

3.  Who was the batter?

4.  Who was the pitcher?

5.  Same as 1-4 except after the foul bunt rule.

Associated data would be nice too (such as date, location, teams, etc.)


Circuit Cellar Inc.
4 Park St.  Suite 20
Vernon, CT  06066
(203)875-2751


Is there a few Grasp pictures of space related items, namely Space Station
Designs, so you can see the "finished" revolt around..

If you don't know what a grasp prograsm is.. Check out some adult entertainment
files and see what I mean.. Or maybe geta few GIF files and create a "slide
shows" (I think Cshow can do this)..


...

	You can tell, folks, when the man has run out of reason:
	attack the man's beliefs (in legal terminology, argument
	ad hominem:  attack the man, not what he did that has yet to
	be proven illegal)>

	WRONGo.  Remember the fire movie a couple of years ago?
	"Backdraft"?  The scene in the factory with propane gas
	coming out of pipes and gasoline all over the floor,
	with a 750 degree flame front overhead?

		Note that it did not flash all at once?

	Fires ignite and burn unpredictably.
	Gases (like tear gas) mix and distribute unevenly.
		And flash unevenly.

	You are not a fire analyst.  You cannnot tell.
		(NB:  Neither am I.  And I cannot tell
		Nor is the FBI spokesman
		Nor is Reno
		Maybe we all should shut up and get a
			forensics analysis first.

	Yes,. there was a flash:  in one room, just pumped full of it.,


Chances are that this has been discussed to death already, and
if so could someone who has kept the discussion mail me or direct me
to an archive site. Basically,
I am just wondering if Slick 50 really does all it says that it does.
And also, is there any data to support the claim.  Thanks for any info.


I have a peculiar color problem with MacX, Apple's Macintosh X server.
I'd like to know if others have seen the same problem. It's happened
with the current version (1.2), and with version 1.1.7.
When some types of client windows are displayed, parts of the windows
are in the wrong color; if the window is moved slightly, forcing the server
to repaint it, it is repainted in the correct colors. It doesn't happen
for xterm windows, but has happened for graphic windows and with some
Motif clients.
--


				   ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

	Been a while since you hit the PIP? The pavement (at least until around
	exit 9) is for sh*t these days. I think it must have taken a beating
	this winter, because I don't remember it being this bad. It's all
	breaking apart, and there are some serious potholes now. Of course
	there are also the storm drains that are *in* your lane as opposed
	to on the side of the road (talk about annoying cost saving measures).

	As for traffic, don't try it around 5:15 - 6:30 on weekdays (outbound,
	rush hour happens inbound too) as there are many BDC's...

	<...> <...>


Thank you ALL for requesting my list and thank you again
          if you purchased  vinyl from me.

          LOTSA MORE VINYL LEFTOVER FOR SALE.
          VINYL looking for a new home.
          PLEASE BUY some (more) so I can STOP running this AD.

          Bunches of 12" vinyl records for sale
          including a METAL ACETATE!!! NO not heavy metal music)
          BUT EM ALL and GET AMAZING DEAL...
          email me for BIG list and details. (Mass, USA)


I recently learned about these devices that supposedly induce specific
brain wave frequencies in their users simply by wearing them. Mind machines
consist of LED gogles, head phones, and a microprocessor that controls them.
They strobe the (closed) eye and send sound pulses in sync with the flashing
LEDs. I understand that these devices are experimental, but they are available.
I've heard claims that they can induce sleep, and light trance states for
relaxation. Essentially they are supposed to work without aid of drugs etc...
I would think that if they work as reported they would be incredibly useful,
The few sources I've seen are biased (they are selling the things, and a
friend who has tried them claims that "every home should have one"). So
do these mind machines (aka Light and Sound machines) work? can they induce
alpha, theta, and/or delta waves in a person wearing them? What research if
any has been done on them? Could they be used in lieu of a tranquilizer?
Or are they just another bit of quackery?

Web Homer


[about the infield fly rule]
	Unless he's Deion Sanders, in which case he just heads back to the
dugout and waits for his next base-running-blunder opportunity.


I am not Mathew (Mantis) but any (successful) first year logic student will see that you are logically correct, the other poster is logically incorrect.


1. Make a new Newsgroup called talk.politics.guns.PARANOID or
	talk.politics.guns.THEY'R.HERE.TO.TAKE.ME.AWAY

	2. Move all postings about waco and burn to (guess where)..

	3. Stop posting #### on this newsgroup

	We are all SO glad you're trying to save us from the evil
	goverment, but would you mail this #### in regular mail to
	let's say 1000 people ????

	This is not a .signature.
	It's merely a computergenerated text to waste bandwith
	and to bring down the evil Internet.


Andrew,
You can get the heat sinks at Digi-Key 1-800-344-4539 part #HS157-ND
$4.10  size 1.89"L x 1.89"W x .600"H  comes with clips to install it.
But if it was me I would get a $12.99 small fan from Radio Shack
and install it where it could just blow at the cpu instead...Sam


Narrative, narrative, narrative. . .


Accounts of Anti-Armenian Human Right Violations in Azerbaijan #012
                 Prelude to Current Events in Nagorno-Karabakh

        +---------------------------------------------------------+
        |                                                         |
        |  I saw a naked girl with her hair down. They were       |
        |  dragging her. She kept falling because they were       |
        |  pushing her and kicking her. She fell down, it was     |
        |  muddy there, and later other witnesses who saw it from |
        |  their balconies told us, they seized her by the hair   |
        |  and dragged her a couple of blocks, as far as the      |
        |  mortgage bank, that's a good block and a half or two   |
        |  from here. I know this for sure because I saw it       |
        |  myself.                                                |
        |                                                         |
        +---------------------------------------------------------+

DEPOSITION OF TATYANA MIKHAILOVNA ARUTUNIAN (NEZHINTSEVA)

   Born 1932
   Train Conductor
   Azerbaijani Railroad

   Resident at Building 13/15, Apartment 27
   Microdistrict No. 3
   Sumgait [Azerbaijan]

I hadn't lived very long in Sumgait, only eight years. I moved there from
Novosibirsk. My son entered the Baku Nautical School, and so I transferred
to Azerbaijan. Later I met someone and married him, and now my name is
Arutunian, my husband's name . . .

That there would be a massacre was not discussed openly, but there were hints
and gibes, so to speak, at the Armenian people, and they were mocking the
Russians, too. I was constantly aware of it at work, and not just this past
year. I couldn't find a definite place for myself in the pool at work because
I, I'll just say it, couldn't steal, couldn't deceive, and couldn't be
involved in bribe-taking. And when I asked for decent working conditions they
told me, "Leave, don't keep the others from working, you aren't cut out for
this kind of work." And at work and around all the time I would hear gibes at
the Armenians, like "The Turks had it right, they killed them all--the way
they've multiplied here they're making it hard for us to live," and "Things
will be just fine if we get rid of them all." "No problem, the Turks will
help," they say, "if we ask them, they'll rid Armenia of Armenians in half an
hour." Well that's the way it all was, but I never thought, of course that it
would spill over into a bloody tragedy, because you just couldn't imagine it.
Here we've been living under the Soviet government for 70 years, and no one
even considered such an idea possible.

But I had been forming my own opinions, and in the presence of authoritative
people I would often ask, "Where is this all leading, do people really not see
what kind of situation is emerging here. The Russians are fleeing Sumgait,
there are very few of them left. Why is no one dealing with this, what's going
on?" And when it all happened on the 27th and 28th, it became clear that
everything had been arranged by someone, because what else are you to make of
it if the First Secretary of the City Party Committee is marching ahead of the
demonstration with an Azerbaijani flag? I wouldn't be saying this now if I
hadn't received personal confirmation from him later. Because when we were
under guard in the SK club on the 1st, he came to the club, that Muslimzade.
The women told me, "There he is, there he is, that's Muslimzade." I didn't
believe the rumors that he had carried an Azerbaijani flag. I thought that
they were just false rumors. I went over to him and said, "Are you the First
Secretary of our City Party Committee?" He answers me, "Yes." And I ask him,
"Tell me, did you really march ahead of that gang carrying an Azerbaijani
flag, and behind you they were carrying denigrating signs, I don't know
exactly what they said, but there was mention of Armenian blood?" And he tells
me, "Yes, I was there, but I tried to dissuade them from it." Then I asked him
another question: "And where were you when they were burning and slaughtering
us? And he said, "I. . . We didn't know what to do, we didn't know, we didn't
anticipate that that would happen in Sumgait."

Comrade Mamedov, the First Deputy Chairman of the Council of Ministers of the
Azerbaijani SSR, answered the same question for me: "No, we actually didn't
anticipate the slaughter in Sumgait. At that time we were trying to contain
the crowd of 45,000 in Baku that was preparing for a massacre." Those are his
exact words, the ones he said in the office of the Council of Ministers of the
Armenian SSR.

And now, about the events themselves. Of course it's painful to discuss them,
because it may seem that it's not true to someone else. Various rumors
concerning what happened are making the rounds: some are true, others aren't.
But unfortunately there are more true ones than false, because it was so
horrible: in our age, here in the space age, the age of science, the age of
progress, I don't know, if someone had told me this story, if I were living in
or around Moscow, I wouldn't have believed it. Why not? Because it was really
a genocide, it was a massacre. That's genuinely what it was.

For example, on that day, the 28th--I didn't know about the 27th because my
husband and I were both sick, both of us had the flu, and we were in bed--on
the 28th our neighbor comes to our place and says, "You're in bed? You don't
know anything about it? There was a demonstration in town, and after it they
were overturning Armenian cars and burning them. They were looking into cars
and asking, 'Are you an Armenian?' If they answered in Armenian, then they
turned the car over and burned it." This isn't made up, the wife of the Senior
Investigator of the Baku Ministry of Internal Affairs told us. He was
returning home from his dacha with his wife, Raisa Sevastyanova, she's my
neighbor. She immediately came and told LIS that they had landed right in the
middle of it, I don't know what to call it, the cavalcade of automobiles they
were stopping. He answered in Azerbaijani, they let them go, but they made him
honk the horn, they were kicking up a fracas. We didn't even believe it, and
I said, "Certainly that didn't happen, how can that be?" And she said,
"Muslimzade was leading the crowd, and the Sputnik store was completely
smashed because most of the salespeople there are Armenians. And when he saw
that they had started breaking the glass in that store, he said, "Don't break
the shop windows, don't destroy state property, but do whatever else you want.
" I didn't hear this with my own two ears, but it is a fact that the store was
torn up and the director of the store was beaten for employing Armenians
although he's an Azerbaijani.

While we were talking, all of a sudden right across from us . . . Sevastyanova
is the first to look out the window and say, "Look, there's a crowd out
there." And sure enough, when we looked out there we saw that the crowd had
already started wrecking the neighboring building. There was an Armenian
family there, a woman and two girls. They lived across from us. I'm sorry, I
don't know the building number or the people's names, since we were in my
husband's apartment, in Microdistrict 8, and I lived in Microdistrict No. 3.
There was awful looting going on there at the time, the most hideous things
were going on there then. One building there, ours, was attacked twice, once
wasn't enough for them. They returned to the places where they hadn't finished
the Armenians off. If an Azerbaijani family dared to conceal Armenians, they
beat the Azerbaijanis too. They also beat Russians, if it was Russians doing
the hiding. Because there were Russians among them, they said so on
television, there were people of various nationalities. But they didn't tell
us why there were people of different nationalities. Because they wouldn't
have touched the Azerbaijanis if they hadn't dared to stick up for the
Armenians and give them temporary shelter in their homes.

At the time I saw this from the window I was there, Sevastyanova was there,
and so was my husband. We went out onto the balcony and saw a television fly
off a balcony. All kinds of things, even a sofa. Then, when it was all down
there, they burned it up. Then we saw the crowd, and they were all oohing. At
first I couldn't figure out what was happening. And later I told my husband,
"Lendrush, l think they're beating someone out there." And he answered, "I
don't know, could be." Suddenly the crowd separated for a moment, and I saw
it, and Raisa Sevastyanova saw it too. My husband had turned the other way,
he didn't see it. I saw a naked girl with her hair down. They were dragging
her. She kept falling because they were pushing her and kicking her. She fell
down, it was muddy there, and later other witnesses who saw it from their
balconies told us, they seized her by the hair and dragged her a couple of
blocks, as far as the mortgage bank, that's a good block and a half or two
from here. I know this for sure because I saw it myself.

Then the crowd rushed toward our building. We were standing there, and you can
of course imagine what we were feeling. Were they going to kill us or not? And
I also had the awful thought that they might torment me the way they tormented
that woman, because I had just seen that.

I asked my husband. I gave him an axe and said, "You kill me first, and then
let them do what they want with the corpse." But our neighbors, it's true,
defended us, they said, "There aren't any Armenians in our entryway, go away,
only Muslims live here." Disaster missed us that time.

But at two o'clock in the morning a crowd of about 15 people, approximately,
came back to our place. My husband was already asleep. He can sleep when he's
upset about something, but I can't. I was standing, running from balcony to
balcony. Our power was out, I don't remember for how long, but it was as
though it had been deliberately turned off. There were no lights whatsoever,
and I was glad, of course. I thought it was better that way. But then I look
and the crowd is at our balcony. This was at 2:15 in the morning. The first
time they were at our building it was 6:30, and now it was 2:15 in the
morning. But I never thought that that old woman on the first floor, the
Azerbaijani, was awake and watching out, there were human beings among them
too. So she goes out with a pail of garbage, as though she needed to be taking
garbage out at two o'clock in the morning. She used it as a pretext and went
toward those young people. They really were youngsters. From my balcony you
could see perfectly that they were young Azerbaijani boys. They spoke
Azerbaijani. And when they came up to her she said, "What do you want?" And
they answered, "We want the Armenian family that lives here" [pointing toward
the second floor with their hands]. She says, "I already told you, we don't
have any Armenians here, now leave, do you hear, this is an old Muslim woman
talking to you," and grabbed the hand of one boy who was trying to walk around
her and enter the building anyway and started pushing him away. And so they
seemed to listen to her. They were all very young, they started apologizing
and left. That was the second time death was at our door.

I forgot to mention about one other apartment, a man named Rubik lives there,
I don't know him really, I knew his daughter, I mean I saw her around, but we
really didn't know them. But I do know that that guy who lives on the fourth
floor across from our entryway went to Chernobyl and worked there for eight
months, to earn money. Can you imagine what that means? He risked his life to
earn X amount of money in order to better his family. He bought new furniture
and was getting ready to give his daughter's hand in marriage, but, alas,
everything was ruined by those creeps and scoundrels. They threw everything
out the windows, and the rest we saw from our balcony: how the neighbors on
the left and right ran into the apartment and carried off everything that
hadn't already been smashed or taken. What is one to think of that? It means
that the parents in those families were in on it too. Unfortunately I came to
be of the opinion that it was all organized and that everything had been
foreseen in advance: both the beating of the Armenians and the stripping of
apartments. Something on the order of "We'll move the Armenians out and take
over their apartments."

I have worked honestly my whole life, you can check everything about me. I
came as a patriot from China, waited for nights on end in front of the
Consulate General of the USSR, I came to my homeland as a patriot because I
knew that the Party and the Komsomol were holy things. But when I saw in
Sumgait that there wasn't anything holy about them, that Party membership was
bought, that Komsomol members joined only for personal gain, that there were
no ideals, no ideas, God save me, everything was being bought and sold, I saw
all of it and understood how they could allow that crap to go on like it did.

I can't talk any more about it . . . the image of that beating . . . When I
went out of my own apartment--they picked us up under Soviet Army guard, they
had arrived from all over to suppress that gang--not only Armenians, but some
Russian families and their children, too, came out of their apartments and
joined us, because no normal person who had seen that could stay there with
the situation the way it was. And what's interesting is that when we left on
the buses I rode and thought that at least one group of people, for sure
people would basically rise to the situation, would have some compassion for
the Armenians, would somehow understand the injustice of what was done. But
having analyzed and weighed the whole thing, once I calmed down, having
thought it all through, I came to a conclusion that is shared by many people.
If a lot of Azerbaijanis didn't want their Armenian neighbors to be killed,
and that basically depended on that Muslimzade--he said that he had wanted to
calm them down--then is it possible that he didn't have people at hand to whom
he could whisper at the last minute, "Go and announce it on television:
Citizens of Sumgait! Take what you can into your hands, let's protect our
neighbors from this massacre?" Those crowds weren't such that there was no
controlling them. Basically they were unarmed. They didn't have firearms,
mostly they had knives, they had all kinds of metal parts, like armature
shafts, sharpened at the ends, special rocks, different to a degree that we
noticed them: there aren't rocks like those in Sumgait soils, they were
brought from somewhere, as though it were all specially planned. So as I was
saying, I weighed it all out and if any of our neighbors had wanted to defend
us, why wasn't it arranged? It means that the government didn't want to do
it. When the crowd was moving from the City Party Committee to the Sputnik,
what, there was no way of informing Baku? No, there was no way, it turns out!
The crowd was doing violence in our microdistrict. I won't mention the things
I didn't see myself, I'll only talk about the things I myself witnessed. They
were in Microdistrict 8 beginning at 6 o'clock in the evening, when I saw them
from the other building, and they were somewhere else until mid-night or one
o'clock in the morning, because at 2:15 they came back to our building. They
hadn't completely finished making their predatory rounds of Microdistrict 8.
When they returned to our building I told my husband, "Lendrush, now the
police are probably going to come, my God, now the authorities are probably
going to find out and come to our aid." Well, alas, no, there were to be no
authorities, not a single policeman, not a single fireman, not a single
ambulance came while they were raging, as it turns out, as we later found out,
beginning on the Might of the 27th. There were dead people, ruined apartments,
and burned autos: one car near the bus station, it was burned and overturned,
it was probably there about four days, everyone saw it and what went on in
Block 45! Those who live there know, they saw from their balconies how they
attacked the soldiers in the buses, how they beat those poor, unarmed
soldiers, and how on that square, I can't remember the name of it, where there
is that fork coming from the bus station, that intersection, now I'm upset and
I can't think of the name . . . there's a tall building there, a 9-story, and
from the balconies there people saw that butchery, when the poor soldiers,
wearing only helmets, with shields and those unfortunate clubs, moved against
that mob. And when they fell, those 12-to 14-year-old boys ran up and using
stones, big heavy stones, beat them to death on their heads. Who could have
guessed that something like that could happen in the Soviet Union and under
the Soviet government? The upshot is that this republic has not been under
Soviet control for a long time, but no one wanted to pay any attention or get
involved.

If you were to go and ask at my work many people would confirm that I tell the
truth, I've been struggling for truth for five years there already, the five
years that I worked at the Azerbaijani railroad. Some people there considered
me a demagogue, others who knows what; some think I'm an adventure seeker, and
some, a prankster. But I wanted everything to be right, I would become
outraged: how can this be, why is it people treat one another this way on a
Soviet railroad, as though the Azerbaijani railroad were Azerbaijani property,
or the property of some magnate, or some "mafia": If I want to, I'll get you
out of here; If I want to, I'll get rid of you; If I want to, I'll do
something else? And there's a black market price for everything, in the most
brazen way: a coach to Moscow costs so much, a coach on a local train costs so
much. Once when I was complaining to the head of the conductor's pool, he had
the nerve to tell me, maybe you won't even believe this, but this, I'm afraid,
I heard with my own ears: "Tatyana, just how long can you fight for something
that you know will never have any effect? You're alone against everyone, so
instead why don't you give more money to the chief conductor, and everything
will go fine for you." I started to cry, turned, and left. What else could I
do, where else could I go to complain? I realized that everything was useless.
And the root of the whole thing is that it all goes on and no one wants to see
it. I filed a written complaint, and they ground it into dust, they destroyed
it, I still have a copy, but what's the use? When the General Procuracy got
involved with the investigation of the bloody Sumgait affair, in addition to
the information about what I saw, what I was a witness to, I gave testimony
about the mafia at the railroad. They accepted my petition, but I don't know
if they're going to pursue it or not. Because, you'll excuse me, I no longer
believe in the things I aspired to, the things I believed in before: It's all
dead. They just spit on my soul, stomped on everything, physically, and most
important, spiritually, because you can lose belongings, that's nonsense, that
all comes with time, but when your soul is spit upon and when the best in
you--your beliefs--are destroyed, it can be very difficult to restore them...

I want to tell of one incident. I just don't know, at the time I was in such a
state that I didn't even take minor things into account. Here is an example.
Of course, it's not a minor one. My neighbor, Raisa Sevastyanova, she has a
son, Valery, who is in the 9th grade in a school in Microdistrict 8. A boy,
Vitaly [Danielian], I don't know his last name, goes to school with him, or
rather, went to school with him. I was just sitting in an apartment trying to
make a phone call to Moscow . . . Oh yes, and there's one important detail:
When the massacre began, for two to three hours the phones weren't working in
Armenian apartments, and later, in several Russian and Azerbaijani apartments.
But the fact of the matter is that service was shut off, you could not call
anywhere. Why? Again, it means it was all planned. How come service is cut off
for no reason? And the lights went off. And those brats were raging as they
liked They weren't afraid, they ran about freely, they that no one would slap
their hands and no one would dare to stop them.  They knew it.

Now I'm going to tell about the incident. So this little Vitaly, Vitalik, an
Armenian boy, went to school with Valery; they were in the same class.
According to what Valery and his neighbor pal said--at the time I was in the
same apartment as they were, I sat at the phone waiting for the call to be put
through--a mob attacked the building where Vitalik lived. So Valery ran to
his mother and said, "Mamma, please let me go to Vitalik's, what if they kill
him? Maybe he's still alive, maybe we can bring him here and save him somehow.
. . . He's a nice guy, we all like him, he's a good person, he's smart." His
mother wouldn't let him go. In tears, she says, "Valery, you can't go because
I am afraid." He says, "Mamma, we can get around the crowd. We'll just watch,
just have a look." They made it through. I don't know, I think Vitalik's
parents lived in Microdistrict No. 1, and when they got there, they made a
superficial deduction. Knowing that balconies and doors were being broken
everywhere, that you could see from the street which were the Armenian
apartments in the building, they went here and there and looked, and saw that
the windows were intact, and so they calmed down. But even though the windows
in that apartment were not broken, everything inside was totally smashed, and
Vitalik lay there with a broken skull, and his mother and father had already
been murdered. Little Vitalik didn't even know they were dead. So two weeks
ago, I don't know, he was in critical condition, no, maybe it was longer: we
left Sumgait on March 20, spent some time in Moscow, and then we came to
Yerevan. So it's been about a month already; it's so hard to keep all this
straight. So Valery, the next day, when he found out that Vitalik's family has
been killed and Vitalik was ling in the Semashko Hospital in Baku, Valery and
his classmates got together and went to visit him. But they wouldn't admit
them, telling them that he was in critical condition and that he was still in
a coma. They cried and left, having also found out that the girl I saw being
kicked and dragged was in that hospital too. As it turns out she was brought
there in serious condition, but at least she was alive at the time . . .

When we got to the SK club we would see first one friend and then another,
throw ourselves into their arms and kiss them, because you had wondered if
these friends were alive or not, if those friends were alive or not  . . . And
when you saw them you were so glad to find out that the family had lived! When
you saw people you heard things that made your hair stand on end.

If you publish everything that happened it will be a hideous book. A book of
things it is even difficult to believe. And those two girls who were raped
were entirely black and blue, the ones at the SK, they know I'm not lying,
that girlfriend came up to one of them and said, "What happened?" and she
bared her breasts, and they were completely covered in cigarette burns . . .
those rogues had put cigarettes out on her breasts. After something like that
I don't know how you can live in a city and look at the people in it.

Now . . . When we stayed at the military unit for a while, they provided,
well, basic conditions for us there. The military unit is located in Nasosny,
some six miles from Sumgait. And living there we met with a larger group
of people. There were about 1,600 people at the unit. You know, there was a
point when I couldn't even go outside because if you went outside you saw
so much heartbreak around you. And when you hear the false rumors . . .

Yes, by the way, false rumors were spread in Sumgait saying that the Armenians
around Yerevan had destroyed Azerbaijani villages and razed them to the ground
with bulldozers. I didn't know whether to believe it or not. And people who
don't know any better get the idea that it was all done in revenge. But when
I arrived in Armenia and was in Spitak, and in Spitak all those villages are
not only intact, but at that time had even been protected just in case, they
were guarded, they got better food than did the inhabitants of Spitak. Not a
single person there died, and no one is planning to harm them. Around Yerevan
all the villages are safe and unharmed, and the Armenians didn't attack
anyone. But actually, after an evil of the magnitude suffered in Sumgait there
could have been a feeling of vengefulness, but no one acted on it. And I don't
know why you sometimes hear accusations to the effect that the Armenians are
guilty, that it is they who organized it. Rumors like that are being spread in
Azerbaijan. And if one old person says it and ten young ones hear it, they not
only perceive it with their minds, but with their hearts, too. To them it
seems that the older person is telling the truth. For example, one says; "Did
you know that out of 31 people killed (by the way, originally they said 31
people, but later they found a 32nd), 30 were Azerbaijani and one was an
Armenian?"

Of course I'm upset, but it's utterly impossible to discuss such things and
not become upset. Sometimes l forget things, but I know I want to return to
the time when we were in the SK club across from the City Party Committee.
When I saw Muslimzade in the SK club building I went to him to ask because I
couldn't believe that he had marched in the front carrying a banner. I already
mentioned this, and if I repeat anything, please excuse me. I asked him, "Why
did you do that and why are you here now, why did you come here? To laugh at
these women who are strewn about on the floor?" The overcrowding there was
tremendous, it was completely unsanitary, and several of the children were
already sick. It's true the troops tried to make it livable for us. They
cooked for us on their field stoves and provided us with wonderful food, but
the thing is that their main job was to ferret out the gang that was still at
it everywhere, that was continuing its sordid affairs everywhere. Plus they
were never given any direct orders, they didn't know what they were authorized
to do and not to do. And it was only on March 8 at five o'clock in the evening
that Krayev himself, the Lieutenant General, the City Commandant of Sumgait,
was given full authority and told everyone over a microphone from an armored
personnel carrier that now he could do what he wanted to do, as his heart
advised him, and relocate people to the military unit.

But that's not what I want to talk about now. Muslimzade, characteristically,
tried to get me out of the SK building and take me to the City Party
Committee, which is across the square from the club. He took me by the
hand and said, "Citizen, don't worry, we'll go and have a talk in my office.
I told him, "No, after everything you've done, I don't believe one iota of
what you say. If I go to the City Party Committee I'll disappear, and the
traces of me will disappear too. Because you can't stand it when . . . " Oh
yes, and there was another interesting detail from that meeting. It was even
very funny, although at the time I wasn't up to laughing. He was in a nice,
expensive hat, and so as to put him to shame, so to speak, I said, "Oh, why
did you come here all duded up like a London dandy, you smell of good perfume,
you're in your starched shirt, and you have your expensive hat on. You came
to ridicule the poor women and children who are lying on the floor, who are
already getting sick, whose relatives have died. Did you come to laugh at
them?" And the one who was accompanying him, an Azerbaijani, I don't know who
he was or what his title was, he quickly snatched the hat off Muslimzade's head
and hid it. Then I said, "My God! We're not marauders. We're not you! We
didn't come to you with the intention of stealing!" "Well kill me, kill me!"
Muslimzade says to me, "But I'm not guilty . . . kill me, kill me, but I'm not
guilty." And I say, "OK, fine, you're not guilty, have it your way. But give
us an answer, we're asking you: Where were you when they were torturing and
raping those poor women, when they were killing the children, burning things,
carrying on outrageously, and wrecking all those apartments? Where were you
then?" "You know, we didn't expect it, we did not know what to do, we didn't
anticipate that something like that would happen in Sumgait." I started
laughing and said, "It's truly funny." He says, "What could I do? We didn't
know what to do." And I say, "I'm sorry, but it'll be ridiculous if I tell
you: The First Secretary of the City Party Committee shouldn't march out in
front with a banner; he should fall down so that the gang would have to cross
over his dead body. That's what you should have done. That's the way it was
during the war. Not a single party committee secretary compromised himself;
either he died or he led people into battle. And what did you do? You ran
away, you left, you hid, you marched with a flag, because you were afraid,
excuse my language, you feared for your own damned hide. And when we ask you,
you tell us that you got confused and you ask me what you could have done?
That's right," I told him, "the City party committee got confused, all the
party committees got confused, the police got confused,. Baku got confused,
they all lay in a faint for two weeks, and the gang ran the show with
impunity. And if it weren't for the troops it wouldn't have been just two
days, there wouldn't be a single Armenian left in Sumgait for sure, they would
have finished their bloody affair, because they brazenly went up to some
Russians, too, the ones who tried to say something to them, and they told
them, 'As soon as we finish with the Armenians we'll come after you, too."

And by the way, there was a colonel, who took us to the military unit. He was
the one with the light blue collar tabs who flew in and two hours later
arrived on an armored personnel carrier when we were at the  SK and took us to
the military unit and who later started moving us from the military unit. We
asked him, "What? How? What will come of us?" He openly said, "You know, for
us the main thing now is to catch that gang. We'll finish that quickly. You'll
stay at the military unit for the time being, and we'll decide later." The
General Procuracy of the USSR arrived, it consists of investigators from all
cities. There were some from Stavropol, from everywhere, just everywhere, because
the affair was truly frightful. About this, by the way, Comrade Katusev spoke;
as everyone knows, he's the First Deputy General Procurator of the USSR. When
he gave us a speech from the armored personnel carrier at the military unit,
by the way, he told us the honest truth, because he couldn't not say it,
because he was still experiencing his first impressions of what he had seen,
and he said, "There was Afghanistan; and it was bad, but Sumgait--it's
horrible! And the people who dared to do such a thing will be severely
punished, in accordance with our laws." And that's a quote. Then one mother
throws herself at him--her two sons had died before her very eyes--and says,
"Who will return my sons? Who is going to punish the [culprits]?" They tried
to calm her down, and he said, "In order for us to conduct a proper
investigation, in order that not a single scoundrel avoid responsibility, you
must help us, because we don't know, maybe there was someone else in the gang
who is now being concealed in homes, and maybe the neighbors know, maybe
someone saw something. Don't be afraid, write about it in detail. So that
you're not afraid . . . Everyone knows that many of you are afraid, having
lived through such horrors, they think that if they write the whole truth
about, let's say, their neighbor or someone else, that they will seek revenge
later. We're going to do it like this: We're going to set up an urn and you
can throw what you write in there. We don't need to know who wrote it. The
names of the people who write won't be made public, but we need all the
information. Let each and every one not be afraid, let each write what is
necessary, who they saw in that gang, who made threats or shouted threatening
gibes about the Armenians . . . You must describe all of these people and put
the information into the urn."

Two soldiers and a major guarded the urn. And, sure enough, many people,
people who didn't even want to write . . .I know one woman who asked me, she
came up and said, "You, as a Russian, the same thing won't happen to you as
will happen to me. So please . . . I'll give you the information, and you
please write it down for me." So she was afraid, and there were a lot like
her . . . But later, after Katusev made his speech, she sat and wrote down
everything she knew. And we threw it all into the urn. Now we don't know if
it will be of any use. For a factual picture will emerge from all that
information. One person can lie, but thousands can't lie, thousands simply
can't lie. You have to agree with that, a fact is a fact. Why, for example,
should someone say that black is white if it is really black?

   The First Deputy Chairman of the Council of Ministers of the Azerbaijani
SSR, Mamedov, as I said, was in Yerevan. My husband and I were at the Council
of Ministers of the Armenian SSR and found out that Mamedov was present, the
one who had come to convince the people of Sumgait to  return to their
previous dwellings, to their old apartments. We asked for a meeting with him,
and it was granted. When we went to see him he tried to behave properly, very
politely, delicately, but . . . when the truth was told right to his face and
when I asked him some of the same questions I had asked Muslimzade, "Where were
you personally when they were beating us? Now you're trying to convince us to
return, why didn't you think at the time that they were slaughtering us where
it was all leading?" he says, "You're telling the truth. Let's not mince
words. You've told me right to my face, and I'll tell you straight. I'll tell
you the pure truth. I was gotten out of bed in the evening, the whole
government was up, including me, and we were restraining a crowd of about
45,000 in Baku. But we never expected that in a city like Sumgait, with its
fine international record, such a thing could happen. We expected it in Baku."
I say, "So that means you expected it all the same? Why were you expecting
it?" And he says, "You know, it just happened that way. We were expecting it
in Baku, we were trying to restrain it, but in Sumgait . . . " I say, "Fine,
you didn't know for the first three or four hours, but then you should have
known. Why did no one help us?" And he says, "Well, OK, we didn't know what to
do" and things like that. Basically it was the same story I got from
Muslimzade. Later, when he said, "You go on back, the situation in Sumgait is
favorable now, everything is fine, the Armenians are friendly with the
Azerbaijanis . . . " To this l answered, "You know what . . . I'm speaking
with you as a [member of a] neutral nation . . . I have never argued with
Armenians or with Azerbaijanis and I was an eyewitness . . . You tell me,
please, Comrade Mamedov, " I asked him, "What would you say about this
honestly, if you were being completely frank with us?" Then he said, "Yes, I
admit that I am honestly ashamed, shame on the entire Azerbaijani nation, we
have disgraced ourselves not only before the entire Soviet Union, but before
the whole world. Because now the Voice of America and all the other foreign
radio stations of various hues are branding us with all kinds of rumors, too."
And I say, "There's nothing to add to what really happened. I don't think it's
possible to add anything more awful." He says, "Yes, I agree with you, I
understand your pain, it is truly an unfortunate occurrence." I repeat that he
said "unfortunate occurrence." And then he suddenly remembered himself, what
he was saying--he had a pen in his hands, he was fidgeting with it nervously--
and said, "Oh, excuse me, a tragedy, really . . . " I take this to mean that
he really thinks it's an "unfortunate occurrence." "And of course," he says,
"I understand that having gone through all this you can't return to Sumgait,
but it's necessary to cool down and realize that all those people are being
tried." And he even gave a detail, which, I don't know if it matters or not,
that 160 policemen were being tried. Specifically in relation to that bloody
affair.

Yes, by the way, there is another good detail, how I was set up at work in
Baku after the events. I went to an undergarment plant, there was an
Azerbaijani working there, and suddenly she tells me, "What, they didn't
nail your husband? They screwed up." I was floored, I hadn't imagined that
anyone in Baku, too, could say something like that. Well after that I went up
to see . . . to my office, I needed to find out about those days, what was
going to happen with them, how they were going to put down those days from
February 29 to March 10 . . . and the administrator told me, "I don't know,
Tatyana, go to the head of the conductors' pool. Be grateful if they don't
put it down as unexcused absence." I was really discouraged by this. They all
know that we were but a hair away from death and barely survived, and here
they're telling me that I was skipping work, as though I was off enjoying
myself somewhere. I went to the office of the chief of the pool, his last name
is Rasulov, and he's had that position for many years. Incidentally, he's a
Party member, and is a big man in town. And suddenly, when I went to him and
said, "Comrade Rasulov, this is the way it was . . . " He looked at me askance
and said, "And why are you"--he knows me by my previous last name--"why did
you get wrapped up in this mess?" I say, "What do you mean, why did I get
wrapped up in this mess? My husband's an Armenian," I tell him, "I have an
Armenian last name." And he screwed up his face, made a kind of a grimace, as
though he had eaten something sour, and said, "I didn't expect that you would
. . . " What did he mean by that? And "how" should he behave, the chief of the
pool, a man who supervises 1,700 workers? Now, it's true, there was a
reduction, but for sure there are still 1,200 conductors working for him. And
if someone who supervises a staff that size says things like that, then what
can you expect from a simple, uneducated, politically unsophisticated person?!
He's going to believe any and all rumors, that the Armenians are like this,
the Armenians are like that, and so on . . .

By the way, that Mamedov--now I'm going back to Mamedov's office when I asked
him "Are you really going to guarantee the safety of our lives if we return
to Sumgait?" he answered, "Yes, you know, I would guarantee them . . . I don't
want to take on too much, I would guarantee them firmly for 50 years. But I
won't guarantee them for longer than 50 years." I say, "So you've got another
thing like that planned for 50 years from  now? So they'll be quiet and then
in another 50 years it'll happen again?!" I couldn't contain myself any more,
and I also told him, "And how did it get to that point, certainly you knew
about it, how they were treating the Russians, for example, in Baku and in
Sumgait, how they were hounded from their jobs? Certainly you received
complaints, I wrote some myself. Why did no one respond to them? Why did
everyone ignore what was going on? Didn't you prepare people for this by the
way you treated them?" And he says, "You know, you're finally starting to
insult me!" He threw his pen on the desk. "Maybe now you'll say I'm a
scoundrel too?" I say, "You know, I'm not talking about you because I don't
know. But about the ones who I do know I can say with conviction, yes, that
comrade was involved in this, that, and that, because I know for certain.
"Well anyway he assured us that here, in Yerevan, there were false rumors,
that 3,000 Sumgait Armenians were here, and 15,000 were in Sumgait and had
gotten back to work. Everyone was working, he said, and life was very good.
"We drove about the town ourselves, Comrade Arutiunian [First Secretary of
the Communist Party of Armenia SSR] came from the Council of Ministers of
Armenian, he came and brought information showing that everything was fine in
Sumgait." When I asked Mamedov how he had reached that conclusion he said, '
"Well, I walked down the street." And I said, "Walking down the street in any
city, even if I were to go to New York, I would never understand the situation
because I would be a guest, I don't have any contact with people, but if you
spend 10 days among some blue-collar workers in such a way that they didn't
know you were the First Deputy Chairman of the Council of Ministers, you'd
hear something quite different." I told him, for example, that I drew my
conclusion when we left the military unit to look at our apartments. They took
us all in turns to pick things up, since people had fled to the military unit;
they got on the bus just to save themselves as soon as possible. How are the
neighbors in the microdistrict, how will they view us, what do they think? I
thought maybe that in fact it wasn't something general, of a mass nature, some
anti-national something. And when that bus took us to our building, because it
was the same bus, while we were going up to our apartment, an armed soldier
accompanied us. What does that say? It speaks of the fact that if everything
there were fine, why do we need to have soldiers go there and come back with
us, going from apartment to apartment? And in fact, especially with the young
people, you could sense the delight at our misfortune, the grins, and they
were making comments, too. And that was in the presence of troops, when police
detachments were in the microdistricts and armored personnel carriers and
tanks were passing by. And if people are taking such malicious delight when
the situation is like that, then what is it going to be like when they
withdraw protection from the city altogether? There will be more outrages, of
course, perhaps not organized, but in the alleys . . .

  April 20, 1988
  Yerevan

		     - - - reference - - -

[1] _The Sumgait Tragedy; Pogroms against Armenians in Soviet Azerbaijan,
    Volume I, Eyewitness Accounts_, edited by Samuel Shahmuradian, forward by
    Yelena Bonner, 1990, published by Aristide D. Caratzas, NY, pages 166-177


I just hooked up my Mac IIsi to a relatively old (1 year?) Asante EN/SC
adapter. The 10Base-T connection works like a charm. I installed the
newest drivers from Asante's ftp server.

The problem begins when I attach one more device to the SCSI chain -
specifically a 50MB drive. I power up the drive, then the Mac. The Mac
tests memory, etc. Just before the "happy Mac face" normally shows up, the
power light on the EN/SC goes out, and the boot process stops. So I can use
the network, or the external drive, but not both at once. This makes the
Asante box pretty much unusable.

It doesn't look like a purely electrical SCSI problem, because if I turn
on the drive just a second or so too late, so that it doesn't get noticed
during the initial SCSI polling, the Mac boots normally and the adapter
works, even though the hard disk is powered on and connected. The Mac has
*never* once failed to boot from its internal drive up to now (and I've had
it for over a year).

Here is what I tried: changing the SCSI ID's of the EN/SC and the disk --
several permutations; changing the order of devices, i.e. the EN/SC at the
head or tail of the chain; overterminating with an external terminator
(both devices have internal ones); underterminating, i.e. removing internal
resistors from the hard disk; trying another EN/SC box; trying another
identical drive; trying several different SCSI cables.

Has anybody seen this? More importantly, does anyone have a solution?
Thanks a lot.    E.


Gee, you'd think Winnipeg would be tops on that list, what with 8 regulars
being European.

Well, being a Jet fan, I sometimes wish that Bure would get knocked silly
too.  (Nothing serious, just enough to keep him out of a game. :)

In most cases, the owners have very little to do with it.  They give their
general managers one order when it comes to the draft...find me the best
players so that our team will win the Stanley Cup.  Whether that player is
in Kindersley, Saskatchewan or Chelyabinsk, Russia, if the GM believes him
to be the better player, the GM should be drafting him.

Where do you get off calling the NHL THEIR league, when referring to Canadian
players.  It doesn't belong to them, it belongs to the owners.  The owners
can do what they want.  While a 'Canadian content' rule might be enforcable
here in Canada, there is enough doubt that it would be enforcable in the US
that the CFL (sorry for the football reference) didn't even TRY to push their
import ratio rule on the Sacromento Goldminers.

Increasing the competition for the 'elite' positions, in most cases, would
make players better anyways.  (Oh yeah, and how many Europeans play at the
lower levels of professional hockey in North America?  While there are some
that play in the AHL, or the IHL where that's an NHL team's primary farm
club, you don't hear of many Europeans playing in the CHL, the ECHL, or on
the secondary farm teams in the IHL.  (ie. the Jets do have a few Russian
players in Moncton, but I don't believe there are any Europeans in Ft. Wayne.))
So with all those teams, there are plenty of positions for hockey players
in North America.

I'm in favour of the NHL being the league for the premier players in the
world.  I've grown up with Europeans playing on 'my' team, and some of those
players were the among the best in the world.  From Hedberg, Nilsson, and
Sjoberg, to Sel{nne, Zhamnov, and Olausson, and all those in between and to
come, I wouldn't have it any other way.


The Centaur that is being built for T4 would be a better bet to integrate
onto the Proton as the T4/Centaur is designed for the Extremely Harsh
envorinment of the T4 launch. It is also closer to 4 m in diameter.

You've hit on the real kicker, however. The Centaur is pressure stabilized.
It cannot hold up its own weight without pressure in the tanks. Additionally,
the pressure difference between the two tanks must be maintained to ~+/- 5 psi.
That is rather tight to be rocking and rolling on the train. The pressure
stabilization is how centaur achieves the performance. On numerous occasions
(when I was there 88-91) the AF wanted to see what it would take to make
a non-pressure stabilized centaur. The answer -- a centaur not worth launching.

The Atlas/Centaur does not require on-pad integration, however the T4/Centaur
does. I believe the on-pad integration is to a great extent due to the
cleanliness requirements and PFL configuration, so maybe something can be
done there........

The addition of LOX/LH facilities is critical as the centaur tops off as it
lifts off. A LHe facility is also needed. I don't know what the proton uses
for fuel, but since they are derived from ICBM's I would suspect that they
use storable propellants which don't have the ullage problem that cryo's
do. If there is no cryo at the sight at all, the addition of these systems
could be big $$, not to mention the real tech transfer issues involved with
providing centaur GSE to Russia. That issue alone might be enough to kill
this idea.


	This is not  strickly correct. Only by incorrect application of the
rules of language, does it seem to work.

	The Mercedes in the first premis, and the one in the second are NOT
the same Mercedes.

	In your case,

	A = B
	C = D

	A and D are NOT equal. One is a name of a person, the other the
name of a object. You can not simply extract a word without taking the
context into account.

	Of course, your case doesn't imply that A = D.

	In his case, A does equal D.

	Try again...

---

        "One thing that relates is among Navy men that get tatoos that
        say "Mom", because of the love of their mom.  It makes for more
        virile men."

        Bobby Mozumder  ( snm6394@ultb.isc.rit.edu )
        April 4, 1993


I am working on a project to provide an emergency management
information system.  In keeping with more classic command and
control type systems, we are considering developing a dual screen monitor
system in order to provide a status board on it's own monitor.
I have a number of X level questions regarding this:

(We are devloping on Unix systems using X/Motif. Platform will be
predominantly Sun's, probably with ports to RS/6000 as well).

I am assuming the standard dual monitor systems are configured
such that we are talking about one X display and multiple screens,
and not multiple X displays.   Given this:

	- Is changing input focus from one screen to the other as simple
	as tracking your mouse from one screen to the other?  There's
	nothing special that needs to be done to shift focus between
	screens?

	- Do I have to run separate window managers on the separate
	screens or are there multiscreen window managers out there?
	What are they; who sells them...

	- Is a multi-screen window manager the only way I can grab a
	window frame and move a window from one screen to the next?

	- Is there any way for the application to transparently see
	multiple screens as one logical x-y plane, or does the hardware
	only provide for each screen to start at 0,0?

	- Any thoughts on the difficulties involved with designing a
	system capable of using either multiple screens or a single
	screen (perhaps running a virtual window manager to simulate
	multiple screens instead)?
	I am assuming that this is not a major issue - that I can rely
	on providing config files which will specify for each
	configuration the screen placement of each window in the
	application.  Any thoughts or suggestions from past experience
	are more than welcome.


There was a news article a little while ago reporting a type of car (was
it a Volvo?) was found to stall if you used a certain brand/model of cellular
phone in it.  I seem to remember the car was recalled to fix the problem.


     The Giants always hit Maddux well, but it was interesting that Maddux
did not pitch around Bonds to get to Clayton last night.  He threw 2 straight
fastballs over the plate to Bonds in the 1st last night, got away with the
first one, but Bonds hit the second one out of the park.  Then in the 3rd,
when Clark was at third base with one out, Maddux did not intentionally
walk Bonds, and Bonds dropped a single to left-center.

     The Braves announcers pointed out that McGee as a leadoff hitter has
not scored a run yet.  He will always hit around .300, but I'm concerning
about his on-base percentage.  The key in the lineup is Matt Williams, he
has to stay hot so that Bonds can hit with runners on base.

     The pitching gets a set back as Bud Black is placed on the DL.  Burba
has done a superb job filling in so far, he looks like a different pitcher
from last year.  However, Swift is terrible in both of his starts.  With
Burba moving into the rotation, Mike Jackson is the only right-handed
reliever aside from Rod Beck, he'll get a lot of actions.  I also hope that
Dusty can manage his bullpen better than Roger Craig, especially on Beck.
I was concerned when Beck was used for 3 straight days earlier this week.

     So far so good!


	I agree, we spend too much energy on the nonexistance of God.

--

       "Satan and the Angels do not have freewill.
        They do what god tells them to do. "


	Several chemists already have come up with several substitutes for
R12.  You don't hear about them because the Mobile Air Conditioning Society
(MACS), that is, the people who stand to rake in that $300 to $1000 per
retrofit per automobile, have mounted an organized campaign to squash those
R12 substitutes out of existence if not ban them altogether (on very shaky
technical grounds, at best, on outright lies at worst).

	Does this piss you off?  Yes?  Write a letter to your congressman, to
your senator, to the president, to the EPA, and to the DOT and complain.

Later,


Well, knowing Greek and Hebrew, I'm probably not as picky about translations
as I would be if English translations were my only source of information.
BUT...

(1) Any verse that comes out substantially different in different trans-
lations is almost certainly unclear in the original.

(2) It is very bad practice to "shop" for a translation that fits your own
doctrinal positions.

Personally, I still like the RSV.  NRSV and NASV are also very good.

I have a strong preference for editions that do _not_ indent the beginning
of each verse as if verses were paragraphs.  The verse numbering is a
relatively modern addition and should not be given undue prominence.


I believe it's XtVaAppInitialize or something like that.

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