10 Sept 96 
 
Nineteen sixty-four!  Nineteen sixty-five!  Nineteen ... oh hiiiiiii!  I  
never would have imagined my friends coming =here=! (with the pitch of my  
voice rising higher & higher into the supersonic range...) 
 
Let's just say women do this thing with their voice (I know, I've done it  
too) where the pitch gets higher & more emphasized the more "excited"  
they get.  But some of the stimuli for this "excitement" seem rather  
...blah and unsurprising.  I mean, I'd be surprised if I ran into someone  
on the street from Raleigh that I knew, but I wouldn't be surprised if  
another math student here =was actually in my class!=  =squeal!= 
 
One of my profs told us yesterday that he gave serious grades: A, B, C =  
Acceptable, Bad, and Catastrophic.  What have I gotten myself into. 
 
I was hoping the weather would get cooler, but it didn't, so when I went  
strolling in my tight leather....shoes.... looking for a craft store I  
was sweating & blistered.  I ended up in Soho, took a little look around,  
went into a promising store (it _said_ it was a craft store in the yellow  
pages) and found it was a death store.  Skulls and daggers and mummies,  
oh my!  Well, to make up for this mistake I headed back north to a comics  
store I had seen.  It had "Comics, toys, hobbies" on its sign....it was  
an _old_ comics, _old_ toys, _old_ hobbies (other than the magic cards).   
There was a Charlie's Angels action figure there and much, much more.  I  
think I will go looking for Forbidden Planet.  I know they have what I want. 
 
So lesson learned: stores in New York can be very specific.  There are  
two chess shops right across from each other near Washington Square  
Park.  All they sell are chess sets and chess books.  And there's market  
enough for _two_ of them.   
 
Today, I'll sign up for T'ai Chi or some other gym activity and seal up  
my schedule.  No wait, I have to find out when the seminars are.  Coming  
attraction: Mary Pat's weekly schedule!