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BULLETIN BOARD
Area Meetings:
- IKV Harbinger (BLA): - ILV Midnight Warrior (KAG Xenoleague):
Currently meeting on-line fourth Tuesday at 7:30pm (except December)
Harbinger Ready Room meetings held at members homes and
http://members.tripod.com/~IKV_Harbinger changes monthly.
Contact: IKV_Harbinger@hotmail.com Contact: taysir@juno.com
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USS Aquila (Independent): - USS Camelot (Independent):Second Saturday at 4pm Third Friday at 7pm (except December)
Barnes & Noble bookstore on Mall Road Dayton Museum of Natural History
Florence, KY 2600 DeWeese Parkway, near Triangle Park
coffee shop Dayton, OH (exit 57B from I-75 N or S)
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USS Melbourne (SF Command): - USS Polaris (Independent):Second Sunday at 6:30pm Fourth Monday at 7pm (except December)
Thomas More College Pierce Elementary School, Freeman Avenue,
Room 3320 Hamilton, OH
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Friends of the Time Lord: -Writers of Vandora (medieval on-line novel)Third Sunday at 2:30pm on-line: Saturdays at 7pm telnet:\\Vandora.org
Park Lane Apts Party Room
Cincinnati, Ohio
BULLETIN BOARD
ACTIVITIES & EVENTS
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BRIEFING ROOM
USS Aquila NCC 42297
Ship’s Log 9811.14
Attendance:
Tamara Borchardt Nelson Charette Sam Hearld Glenna Juilfs Rob Langenderfer
Erin Pence Aimee Weber Tamara Widener Linda Widener Alan Wright
HAPPY 8TH ANNIVERSARY USS AQUILA
The meeting of the USS Aquila was held on Saturday November 14, 1998 at the Barnes & Noble bookstore on Mall Road in Florence, KY. The meeting was called to order by the Commanding Officer, Captain Glenna Juilfs, at 4:30 pm.
Activities:
Upcoming activities & events were discussed. The League of Blood-Thirsty Woman (& the men they protect) are meeting at the home of Tamara Borchardt on Sunday November 15 at 2pm to learn to make pottery.
Division & Committee Reports:
MISCELLANEOUS CLUB BUSINESS:
The meeting was adjourned.
A Command Staff Meeting was held following the adjournment of the monthly meeting.
CHAPLAIN’S CORNER
WALKING IN BALANCE:
The 7th Direction
Once you have found your beginning, and learned where you must begin on your quest for Balance, you need to find the proper perspective of your Place within the All. This is referred to by the Native Peoples as the 7th Direction. The goal of these lessons for Walking in Balance is to help you establish your 7th Direction.
"In Lakota tradition, the order of the directions is West, North, East, South, Earth, Sky, and Self. One's Self consists of four parts-the spiritual, the mental, the emotional, and the physical. These four parts are connected to each other and when at least one part is neglected, the other parts soon become diseased as well. Taking care of our four parts establishes inner peace (intimacy), and by natural law we then project (reflect) this peace outside of our bodies to the universe around us. This is called establishing our 7th Direction.
Whatever is within us is what we project out to the world around us. Likewise, how we perceive the world around us is a reflection of our current state of being within ourselves. As we change within ourselves, we are also changing the way we perceive the world around us. Whatever we do, say, think, and fee l affects the universe within us and it also affects the universe around us. Thus, everything within us is connected as we are connected to the universe around us
- David Little Elk
These lessons will concentrate on the spiritual, mental, and emotional balance. It is our experience that the physical balance will follow as a result. In the same manner, mental & emotional balance are also improved by finding your spiritual balance. Therefore, our main emphasis will be on establishing your own personal spiritual balance.
"A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones."
"A man’s spirit sustains him in sickness, but a crushed spirit who can bear?
The heart of the discerning acquires knowledge; the ears of the wise seek it out."
The most effective way of finding & achieving spiritual balance is to begin with prayer & meditation. You must find a method of shutting out the rest of the world, so you may concentrate on your Inner Being. The method of choice may be quite different for each of us, as we are each individuals and have various individual needs. In the following lessons, we will discuss and compare different methods to achieve the atmosphere required for your personal "prayer closet".
In all methods that we will compare, the basic requirement is a "space" set aside for the specific purpose of prayer & meditation. This "space" should not be used for any other purpose. It will take practice, but soon you will discover that it will become easier to achieve your quiet time withdrawal from outside influences when you enter this space.
The designated space may be a room, or a corner in a room, that is free of distractions. (No TV, no phone, etc.) You may wish to have something available to play soft music (tapes or CD’s) as a "white" background to hide the noises of traffic or people outside. You may wish to dim the lighting by turning down electric lights, or turning them off and burning candles instead. This will also help you to relax. Also you may wish to have a scented candle or light incense fragrance as an aid to relax. Some people find this quite helpful, while others find it distracting. The use of sound, lighting, and fragrance must be chosen to fit your individual preferences.
Once you have established your "space" or "prayer closet", you are ready to begin.
HOLIDAY HUMOUR
Courtesy of Kerla
(Carol A Bockelman)
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A SCI FI CHRISTMAS
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The X(mas) Files
Mulder: We're too late. It's already been here.
Scully: Mulder, I hope you know what you are doing.
Mulder: Look, Scully, just like the other homes: Douglas fir,
truncated, mounted, transformed into some sort of shrine; halls
decked with boughs of holly; stockings hung by the chimney,
with care.
Scully: You really think someone's been here?
Mulder: Someone or some THING.
Scully: Mulder, over here -- it's fruitcake.
Mulder: Don't touch it! Those things can be lethal.
Scully: It's O.K. There's a note attached: "Gonna find out
who's naughty and nice."
Mulder: It's judging them, Scully. It's making a list.
Scully: Who? What are you talking about?
Mulder: Ancient mythology tells of an obese humanoid entity
who could travel at great speed in a craft powered by
antlered servants. Once each year, near the winter solstice,
this creature is said to descend from the heavens to reward
its followers and punish its disbelievers with jagged chunks of
anthracite.
Scully: But that's legend, Mulder -- a story told by parents
to frighten children. Surely, you don't believe it?
Mulder: Something was here tonite, Scully. Check out the bite
marks on this gingerbread man. Whatever tore through this plate
of cookies was massive -- and in a hurry.
Scully: It left crumbs everywhere. And look, Mulder, this milk
glass has been completely drained.
Mulder: It gorged itself, Scully. It fed without remorse.
Scully: But why would they leave it milk and cookies?
Mulder: Appeasement. Tonight is the Eve, and nothing can stop
its wilding.
Scully: But if this thing does exist, how did it get in? The
doors and windows were locked. There's no sign of forced entry.
Mulder: Unless I miss my guess, it came through the fireplace.
Scully: Wait a minute, Mulder. If you are saying some huge
creature landed on the roof and came down the chimney, you're
crazy. The flue is barely six inches wide. Nothing could get
through there.
Mulder: But what if it could alter its shape, move in all directions.
Scully: You mean, like a bowl full of jelly?
Mulder: Exactly. Scully, I've never told anyone this, but when I
was a child my home was visited. I saw the creature. It had long
white strips of fur surrounding its ruddy, misshapen head. Its
bloated torso was red and white. I'll never forget the horror. I
turned away, and when I looked back it had somehow taken on the
facial features of my father.
Scully: Impossible.
Mulder: I know what I saw. And that night it read my mind. It
brought me a Mr. Potato Head, Scully. IT KNEW I WANTED A
MR. POTATO HEAD.
Scully: I'm sorry, Mulder, but you're asking me to disregard the
laws of physics. You want me to believe in some supernatural being
who soars across the skies and brings gifts to good little girls
and boys. Listen to what you are saying. Do you understand the
repercussions? If this gets out, they'll close the X-files.
Mulder: Scully, listen to me: It knows when you are sleeping. It
knows when you're awake.
Scully: But we have no proof.
Mulder: Last year, on this exact date, S.E.T.I. radio telescopes
detected bogeys in the airspace over twenty-seven states. The
White House ordered a Condition Red.
Scully: But that was a meteor shower.
Mulder: Officially. Two days ago, eight prized Scandinavian reindeer
vanished from the National Zoo in Washington, D.C. Nobody - not
even the zookeeper - was told about it. The government doesn't want
people to know about Project Kringle. They fear that if this thing
is proved to exist, then the public would stop spending half its
annual income in a holiday shopping frenzy. Retail markets will
collapse. Scully,they cannot let the world believe this creature
lives. There's too much at stake. They'll do whatever it takes to
insure another silent night.
Scully: Mulder, I --
Mulder: Sh-h-h! Do you hear what I hear?
Scully: On the roof. It sounds like . . . a clatter.
Mulder: The truth is up there. Let's see what's the matter.
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Top 10 Rejected Holiday Messages For The U.S.S. Enterprise-D
(10) Geordi's voice: "If we can superheat the reaction chamber, redirect the matter stream at a .003 phase offset, then inject the cool antimatter at -.003 offset, we just might be able to have a Merry Christmas"
(9) Riker's Voice: "Merrrry Christmas!" In that same inflection he uses when he says "Rrrrrrred Alert!"
(8) "Shut up Wesley!"
(7) Dr Crusher: "Oooh, we're under the mistletoe Jean-Luc"
(6) Data: "I believe the correct salutation is, 'Happy Holidays' sir"
(5) Troi: "I sense Chocolate Santas"
(4) Worf: "I protest, I do NOT want to have a Happy Holidays!"
(3) Computer voice: "Please specify parameters for Happy Holidays"
(2) Data "Spot, that is not an appropriate use of a Chirstmas tree"
(1) "You actually opened up this package? There goes its value
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Christmas Carols
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FROM JEAN-LUC PICARD (to the tune of "Let It Snow"):
Oh, the vacuum outside is endless,
Unforgiving, cold, and friendless,
But still we must boldly go--
Make it so, make it so, make it so!
FROM WILLIAM RIKER (to the tune of "Deck the Halls"):
Here's a vexing Christmas riddle:
(Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la la)
Why must I play second fiddle?
(Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la la)
How can I impress Deanna
(Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la la la)
When I'm number two banana?
(Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la la)
FROM WESLEY CRUSHER, Starfleet Cadet (to the tune of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen"):
I'm at Starfleet Academy,
And I'd just like to say
I miss the opportunity
To weekly save the day--
To make things worse, I have to be
In some dumb Christmas play!
Yes, I'm bright, though I'm just a teenaged boy,
Only a boy,
And the Enterprise was my most favourite toy!
FROM DATA: (to the tune of "Jingle Bells")
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,
Jingle all the way!
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh--
or so I am reliably informed; lacking a subjective
and intuitively perceived referent for the term "fun,"
I am able only to report the phenomenon as experienced
by others, whose individual perceptions somewhat colour the--
yes, sir.
WORF (to the tune of "White Christmas"):
I'm dreaming of a dead Pakled,
Just like the one in Rec Deck Eight.
They all think they've hidden,
But this one didn't,
And I'm using him as bait.I'm dreaming of a dead Pakled--
Their mental skills are rather lame.
May your foes die sonless, in shame--
And I hope you're wishing me the same!
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A Star Trek: The Next Generation Christmas
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'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the ship
Not a circuit was buzzing, not one microchip;
The phasers were hung in the arm'ry securely,
In hope that no aliens would get up that early.
The crewmen were nestled all snug in their bunks--
except for the few who were partying drunks;
And Picard in his nightshirt, and Bev in her lace,
Had just settled down for a neat face to face...
When out in the halls there arose such a racket,
That we lept from our beds pulling on pants and a jacket.
Away to the lifts we all shot like a gun,
Leapt into the cars and yelled loudly, "Deck One!"
The bridge Red-Alert lights, which flashed throught the din,
Gave a luster of Hades to objects within.
When, what, on the viewscreen, should our eyes behold,
But a weird kind of sleigh, and some geek who looked old.
But the glint in his eyes was so strange and askew,
That we know in a moment it had to be Q.
His sleigh grew much larger the closer he came,
Then he zapped on the bridge and addressed us by name;
"It's Riker! It's Data! It's Worf and Jean-Luc!
It's Geordi! And Wesley, the genetic fluke!
To the top of the bridge, to the top of the hall!
Now float away, float away, float away all!"
As leaves in autumn are whisked off the street,
So the floor of the bridge came away from out feet,
And up to the ceiling our bodies they flew,
As the captain called out, "What's the meaning of this, Q!"
The prankster just laughed and expanded his grin,
And, snapping his fingers, he vanished again.
As we took in our plight and were looking around,
The spell was removed, and we crashed to the ground.
Then Q, dressed in fur from his head to his toe,
App eared oonce again to continue the show.
"That's enough!" cried the Captain, "you'll stop this at once!"
And Riker said, "Worf! Take your aim at this dunce!"
"I'm deeply offended, Jean-Luc," replied Q.
"I just wanted to spend Christmas with you."
As we scoffed at his words, he produced a large sack.
He dumped out the contents and took a step back.
"I've brought gifts," said he, "to show I'm sincere.
There's something delightfoul for everyone here."
He sat on the floor and dug into the pile,
And handed out gifts with his most charming smile.
"For Counselor Troi, there's no need to explain,
Here's Tylenol-Beta for all of your pain.
For Worf, I've got mints as his breath's not too great,
And for Geordi LaForge, an inflatable date.
"For Wesley, some hormones, and Clearasil-Plus;
For Data, a joke book; for Riker, a truss.
For Beverly Crusher, there's sleek lingerie,
And for Jean-Luc, the thrill of seeing her that way."
Then he sprang to his feet with that grin on his face,
And clapping his hands, disappeared into space.
But we heard him exclaim as he dwindled from sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good flight!"
