Neanderpundit

A private meeting of my club.

The president/treasurer of my club seems to be trying to operate the club as his own private business, and I’m not interested in beaing a party to this.

The meeting tonight is to expel a member that has “Gone rogue” as they say, but IMO, is just asking the same questions we all should ask.

If the meeting is open and operated as a hearing, I may stick around. If it is closed and operated like a kangaroo court, and I am excluded, I will leave my membership badge at the door and tell them they’re on their own. To operate a non profit like a business and disallow memberhship input seems dangerous, and the biggest problem, as I see it, is the current regime has the ear of the police.

So by tomorrow I may have no place to go and shoot. Which bums me out.

I read this when I was- fourteen? It was, if i recall correctly, in a student textbook, so it must have been around a little while.

Story about a guy who works in a computer lab, and I believe the computer is called WOMAC. The computer starts giving out odd answers, and the narrator finds it is a female tech who is programming the computer to use quotations from literature that are more descriptive or as she states “More exact”. The guy has a brief exchange with the computer, and as he leaves the computer tells him to “Say hello to cousin ollie” who turns out to be Ollie Womac, a ballplayer.

or maybe I just imagined the whole damned thing. I can find NOTHING about it.

From the radio this morning:

“How do you argue with people to whom math is an opinion? “