From martin@picadilly.media.mit.edu Tue Oct 16 23:38:12 1990
To: bradley@media-lab.media.mit.edu, vismod@media-lab.media.mit.edu
Subject: Re: i am a fool
As a result of this foolish and immature behavior we who bore the brunt of bradley's mistake have taken it upon ourselves to restrict the rights of *ALL* users of the vismod machines... From now on the Super User password will be strictly off limits to those who are not expressly in the Vismod System Hackers CLUB! The protections of ALL files on ALL VISMOD disks will be modified to allow those and only those who create files to modify or read them. Hopefully this new policy will further PUNISH Bradley for his inane mistakes and cause him to be humiliated and ridiculed evermore by you the users of VISMOD machines! So please do take it upon yourselves to let this fool know how you feel about this most pressing issue of incompetance (If you feel as I do of course) And for those of you who were wondering... I am *not* kidding!
Thank you very much...
Thank you. 8^)
My dad mentioned to me in a message yesterday "I've got to make up a set of test questions for my students tomorrow" (second year biochemistry)
So since the question of the day was "what is a Fourier Transform" (You know... JUDY...) I suggested this to him as a question... With the followup question of "Can you find one that's Fourier" What I got back was super funny, and a small taste of what I grew up with 24 O7.
Date: Thu, 15 Nov 1990 14:10:17 CST
Dear Martin, A fourier transform is a specialized, expensive taylor who
transforms hides into fur coats. I think these people are getting VERY
expensive, since at the opera I saw very few of these fouriers' customers.
I have been told that a reason for that may also be that, before the fourier
gets his raw material, something must happenm to their donors, the poor
little wolves and foxes and racoons and the big polar bears and eeensy weensy
rabbits, and that that is not a very nice thing to do to the poor little
wolves and foxes and so on. In fact, some people do othre awful things to
these poor little etceteras, but the fouriers always get a part of the
action. So it is good that the probabilty of the transormation of these
fouriers into some other hairy types of craftsmen (or crafty men) is getting
to be higher and higher all the time. This means that those fouriers will
outtransform themselves, and by that time people will only read about them in
textbooks that are used in hair-raising courses at MIT. Unfortunately I
tell the students what their hairs are made of, but I cannot transform their
hair into anything else, i.e. I cannot make them more curvy, not even if
I look at them with x-ray machines, and that is where that sort of
transformation must stop. What I have never understood is why those fourier
people like to convert a perfectly good verb into a perfectly awful noun.
I suppose thoe taylors of words think they can get away with it, but all they
do is to scare away those people who really want to know why x-rays are good
for looking at crystals, but bad for people who want themselves to be looked
into all the time. If people would be crystals,there would not be a problem,
short of cracking them up now and then. I suppose I will ask : "Indicate
briefly how you can transform your hair so that it becomes of intrest to
fourier people." Thanks so much for the inspiration.
Love, Dad.
You too...
Marty.
I guess I should clarify some things in bradley's message of a few days
ago now that I'm "on the net".
I am very sorry to be the bearer of this bad news.
Bradley cleaverly edited this one... I believe that I said something
more to this effect:
"I knew that you'd say that it's not worth it, the slopes that is"
Other interesting facts, my Orthopedist's name is E. L. Thrasher.
No duck puckies!!!!! Isn't it also strange that at approximately
9:30 on Monday morning he said to a nurse, (at Mt. Auburn Hospital,
MIT Health clinic was closed) "Well, in a few hours all of
the MIT students will be getting here from their skiing accidents
over the weekend" I arrived in the waiting room at 11:20 that morning.
Marty.
how about a vision exercise!!! make it so that each dish is a chore to
identify!!!
Like we could have quiz sheets and ask people what the food is...
we could give hint signs like "Big aluminum tub of grey matter" as clues as to
the real food content! We could have a prize for the best most correct answer!
oh I love lunches!!!
Possible we could serve dumplings with bends, tapers and pinches, exhibiting
the first and second order modes of deformable solids!
From: "Herbert C. Friedmann"
To: martin@media-lab.media.mit.edu
Subject: Fourier
From martin@whitechapel.media.mit.edu Thu Feb 21 23:16:58 1991
To: bradley@aldwych.media.mit.edu, vismod@aldwych.media.mit.edu
Subject: Re: tragic news
Uh, that was 3:43p.m., Sunday Feb. 17, 1991, And that's "MArty.", oh,
and I was shreadding, not snowboarding.
To: vismod@aldwych.media.mit.edu
Subject: tragic news
At approximately 2:30 p.m., Saturday Feb. 16, 1991,
our own beloved Martin Richard Friedmann, or "marty",
broke his leg while snowboarding.
From martin@hydepark.media.mit.edu Fri Sep 13 14:47:41 1991
Subject: Re: Annual Lunch