5 Sept 96, addendum 
 
I had just one class today, and I missed it!  I thought it was at 1:30--  
it's at 9:30.  Doh! 
 
5 Sept 96 
 
First day of classes, but only one class today.  No classes on Friday  
(yippee!).  I just saw "Mary Pat" in a news story this morning; I get  
pissed off when people have my name.  That reminds me, according to NYU  
I'm Mary Pat Campbell (for those who don't realize: my legal name is Mary  
Patricia Campbell).  So when I get my doctorate, it will be Mary Pat  
Campbell, PhD.  Cool. 
 
I saw _Cats_ last night in orchestra seats that I paid $20 for (it's  
usually $70).  I just don't understand why this show has played so long,  
while others have just fizzled.  There's only one good song in the show  
(Memory), there's a scanty semblance of a plot, and this was all based on  
a book of nonsense poetry by T.S. Eliot (though some might claim his  
other stuff was nonsense poetry and "Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats"  
was his masterpiece).  I mean, I bet T.S. Eliot would've been surprised  
that this was his big seller; it's obvious from all the trouble that he  
went through to compile obscure footnotes for "The Wasteland" that he  
thought that would be his hit.  My favorite is "The Love Song of J.  
Alfred Prufrock" -- "Let us go then, you and I, when the evening is  
spread out against the sky like a man etherized upon a table..." 
 
I saw my first strike & my first arrest in the area.  The strike was NYU  
workers wanting a raise; they has signs, chants, and a bullhorn: they  
were prepared.  The arrest was some pissed-off guy on the street.  I  
think it was a disturbance of the peace kind of call.  He was the 5th  
person they were going to pack in the police van.  A police van is such a  
good idea: you get your quota in about an hour, and you can send them off. 
 
Before I saw Cats, I wandered down 51st St. from Broadway to 6th Ave. to  
see Radio City Music Hall.  They were having the MTV video music awards  
there last night.  There was a band playing on top of the marquee.  =ho hum= 
 
I saw Times Square.  Boy, it looks dinky in real life. 
 
I saw MST3K: The Movie for free, again, at the student center.  The sound  
got screwed up, but I didn't care.  That lady in the movie really only  
knew one look, and I always wondered what that look was supposed to mean:  
"I cost more than that", "Something in here smells real bad", "This is  
all I learned at acting school".  And my trials with NYNEX are over.  I  
have to pay for my phone calls now.  poopie.