Date:         Mon, 23 Dec 1996 10:46:52 EST
From: "brain showers! tink..." <mbarker@MIT.EDU>
Subject:      EXERCISE:  Glimpses in A Patchwork

in pursuit of some mail recently, I ran a partial search (using my
old friend grep, for those who may want to try something similar)
across a collection of mildewing mail (well, just early december).

the result (file names removed since they are boring) was:

the word *holy*.
holy mother in India but faces are more difficult than prayers.  The
and again the melancholy returned.  Invading my solitude came the constant
holy hell breaks loose!!!!   AHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRGHHHHHH!  I'm trigger happy,
night in the holy land of New Mexico, an Athiest is born.... sort of a
"Holy catastrophe, Bat Man," Robin said, as he scooted to the passenger side

Your job, should you choose to accept it, is to take these fragments
and weave them together.  Bind those loose edges, take care of the
selvage, warp and woof and stitch and snip-snip-snip...

word quilting!  a new craft for the crofters?

tink