3 Oct 96 
 
That is it.  Someone has been trying to tell me something.  It has been  
very strange, but everywhere I go, I read something, hear something about  
North Carolina.   
 
I just met a woman from Asheville today.  I see a mention of WRAL in Time 
Magazine.  There was a discussion about the N.C. media campaign, Your 
Voice, Your Vote.  The first caller on the first talk show I heard here 
was from Cary, N.C.  Of course, there's been all the news about Hurricane 
Fran destroying Raleigh & others.  Then there's the HQ of those flying 
funsters, the Natural Law Party, up in the mountains somewhere.  And of 
course, that boy from Lexington, N.C., who kissed the girl (I don't see 
why that's news.  Teachers reprimand kids all the time for kissing.)  In 
every production in NYC, there's at least one person from the NC School of 
the Arts.  The last person Jack Kevorkian "operated" on was from Wilson.  
Today on a talk radio show, they were talking about Helms's recent tv ad 
against Gantt that uses Bill Clinton.  I was looking at a random ad in the 
Village Voice and saw a North Carolina BBQ place mentioned.  Shut up, 
already!  I won't forget that North Carolina exists!  I promise!  Now quit 
it!  
 
Well, the computer system did a big ole belly flop yesterday, which is why  
I've been relatively "silent".  This morning I enjoyed the punctuated  
meditation that is Real Variables (my mantra is "bounded" today.  Next  
week it will be "Lebesgue") when all of a sudden I noticed how nice  
everyone's shoes were.  In the first row, everyone had on leather shoes.   
I have not really seen the standard N.C. State uniform of T-shirt, jeans,  
and sneakers; yesterday I was wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt.  This is  
an anomoly.  
 
New York.  The city of nice shoes.