6 Sept 96 
 
Quinn is down, I can't get to my email! boo hoo! 
 
Anyway, nothing exciting is really going on, just a few observations to make. 
 
1) One thing I'll be glad of in winter is the absence of the ability to  
smell anything. 
 
2) I have not been impressed by the beauty of people in general about  
here.  There are plenty of beautiful clothes, but the people are rather  
blah to look at.  I saw two beautiful people, but they were promoting a  
beauty salon. 
 
3) Another thing about fashion and its victims: it seems that quite a few  
girls are wearing clunky heels as their everyday walking shoes.  These  
heels are rather high -- 2 inches and above -- and at least they're not  
stiletto, but this is getting ridiculous.  It's obvious to me that  
comfort is not a huge fashion value in this area.  I'm not going to even  
start about the skin-tight "oh, lord, i can't even bend my knees and i  
don't know how i'm managing to move in these" shorts and skirts.  This  
just reminds me of the times I'd watch the girls around State with  
ribbons in their hair and I'd just want to rip them off their heads and  
say, "Look, you're not in high school anymore, you're not captain of the  
cheerleading squad, why don't you and your sorority sisters get pixie  
cuts, you'd look much cuter that way."  But hey, I'm a bitch who won't  
deign to wear a wonderbra or heels to make me seem bigger in any way.   
I'm small and I'm proud! 
 
It's obvious to me that people are using living in the Village as a  
license to go hog wild in personal fashion.  Many people seem to dye  
their hair, mutilate their bodies in various ways, put all their designer  
fashions on at the same time (la croix, sweetie) all in the name of being  
themselves and looking different.  Well, honeys you all look the same.   
Even worse, I can tell you didn't even think about whether blue was  
really the right color for your hair -- all you thought about was that it  
wasn't a natural hair color.  Anyway, it's easier standing out in a silk  
skirt with t-shirt & birks (and much sexier, too -- if you use your  
clothes the right way, but I'll have lessons in strategic use of clothes  
later) out here.  I dress like a kindergarten teacher and I get the  
strangest looks.   
 
But it's so tempting to buy a red leather t-shirt.  I wish Brad was here  
to help me go shopping. 
 
4) Who needs roller coasters when you've got the Warren Weaver  
elevators?  Ick.  The acceleration changes are quite abrupt.  The best  
way to feel this effect is to take the elevator down from the 13th floor,  
and push every button.  The drop then deceleration for every floor is  
sure to work as an emitic if you couldn't get milk & orange juice to do  
it for you.