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To: Prognosticator who wrote (21358)	10/15/1999 5:08:00 PM
From: Robert	Respond to of 64865

StarOffice was paid in stock options. The $1.5billion raised from bonds went straight into short term cash equivalents.

To: Prognosticator who wrote (21358)	10/17/1999 4:07:00 PM
From: JC Jaros	Respond to of 64865

OT: Operation Tastybrew #also Objectclass Timeless_quantum_cosmology Proggy- You need to add Red Rooster Ale from Dempsey's in Petaluma (Sonoma Brewery) as a microbrew tour stop. I/We went to a friend's (Plain Jane) annual harvest party yesterday (grapes). It was a mostly Mexican affair of Carnitas (exploded pig), grape crop workers/families with a smaller separate competing group culture of gossipy Cowboy guys named Ed (who were friends and family of Plain Jane's practice husband, also named Ed). The band didn't speak English and their Peavy_mariachi_combo gear was all plugged into a single power strip, itself plugged into the old big green horse barn 15amp circuit on a modern looking panel. The electric band with the guitar player, a full and chronic third tone under spec, kept hosing the power halfway through the first song (and I mean it may have been the first song they ever played together). Because I was a person with some association with music, it was incumbant upon me somehow to find out what the problem was and fix it. Right after the third time I reset the circuit breaker, but right before one of the Eds remembers that he's an electrician, the exclusively spanish speaking musicians were looking down at me from the trailer/stage for some sort of cue or an explanation. I have absolutely no idea! I pointed to the grey electrical panel and deadpanned rather matter of factly, "Microsoft!". The drummer knew what I was talking about and nodded. The name of the band (looking at the invitation here) was 'Mexico Alegria 2000' (MA2k?) They're not on the web. Ed the electrician ended up actually fixing the problem and the band played on (and on). Much later over by the kegs while MA2k played La Bamba, one Ed said to another "Now, I could listen to that all day". And even though he said that after already listening to a whole bunch of OTHER MA2k songs all day, the other fellows agreed. The children of both groups conspired nicely in universal kid precision to beat 6 different pinatas into oblivion, divide the loot (candy) cooperatively and disperse quickly back into their separate cultures. Anyway, my point is that although the Mexican's did a great job exploding the pig and the cowboys did a great job manning the kegs, there were only two kinds of beer there; Bud and Coors, which incidentally the cowboys call "kers" and the Mexican's refuse to drink. Being prepared for just this kind of situation, the Mexicans carry around their OWN (bottled) beer which they kept hidden in big giant ice chests over by the exploded pig. I didn't know about this until right before we left. Triangle Land* On the way home while passing through downtown Petaluma (egg capital of the world), Sugar Magnolia (driving) made a hard 90 right into a shopping center parking lot under big marquee sign with two giant chickens engaged either in the act of dancing, fighting or making more chickens. "I'm HUNGRY!" my wife says prowling for food. "How could you be hungry?" I asked referencing the Carnitas and frijoles blah blah. "You ate that?" she quizzed. "Well, yeah. I had a whole bunch of it. I'm FULL!". "Did you have any of the squiggly parts?" she asked with some concern. "Uh, no." I replied, not knowing what the 'squiggly parts' thing was about. "Trichanosis! - no wonder they all drink tequila!" She exclaimed and added, "Did you see the CALDERON with the 4 hairy pigs feet sticking straight up out of it?" "You mean 'calderon' like 'eye of newt' calderon?" I asked? "Yes! "We need some real beer to wash this Coors taste out of our mouths". With that I agreed and we ended up stopping at Dempsey's Ale House right there along the headwaters of the Petaluma River (which begs a whole other quesion). So, anyway, the wait was too long for food and I wasn't even hungry besides so we just ordered a pitcher of Red Rooster Ale. It was really nice and made us forget about 'Kers' and trichanosis. About three thirds of the way through the pitcher, I broke into explaining the concept of 'Triangle Land' (abstract realm) as put forth in that 'existence of time' piece, AND (interestingly enough) in a similar essay by Anthony Braxton (jazzman) I've discovered, which is a whole other pyramid of wax. Then, while my wife started glazing over, I switched gears and began explaining a 'MOO' to her, specifically PerlMOO, and how I believed that the non-existence of time thesis might be proved by using MUSIC and an on-line MOO. At the precise moment that my wife drew in a breath to ask the generic "what's this have to do with anything/me/you?" question, I replied in advance "You're the queen of Triangle Land". - blank look - "Triangle Land" I repeated as if she missed what it was exactly she was the queen over. "We own triangleland.com and triangleland.org - I bought the domains", as if my wife understood WHAT the hell I was talking about. Now I know exactly how Jack in the Beanstock must have felt after getting this exact same look from his mother after going into a very similar 'magic beans' presentation. So anyway Proggy, none of you Slackers bothered to go for it, so I went back and snagged it. If nothing else, an 'abstract realm' lends itself quite nicely to a 'virtual world'. This will probably end up in Java/XML but I figure we'll start in Perl, no? Mitch: Learn this... <g> perl.com perl.com Prognosticator- ironically, we need to make time. You're the simulant. You find us a math major while I work on the proof of concept. I figure later on, we'll be able to sell the whole thing to andover.net for 50 million dollars, take a really BIG Microbrew tour and invest all of what's left into - that's right - more SUNW! <g> -JCJ