13 Sept 1998 
 
What a week. 
 
If more irony and coincidence (and they're very different things, dammit) 
are crammed into this week I will just get into bed and crochet. 
 
Which I'll probably do anyway. 
 
Though it's been a good week for compliments for me. 
 
I just think that New York is spewing its essence all over me. 
 
Anyway, I'm not sure how much I'm going to fit in this entry, but my most 
faithful reader, I am sure, will get through it all.  I should've written 
some of this earlier this week, but hey, note the whopping spaces in my 
calendars for the past couple years... I'm always spotty. 
 
So let's review... 
 
Monday, Labor Day 
 
On this day, Stuart and I walked up 5th Ave to the Park, stopped in the 
absurdity that is FAO Schwartz, got chatted up by Billy Ryan and noted 
that we were much funnier than this comedian of the old school (read: 
impressions), traipsed over to the Intrepid, went to a Brazilian 
restaurant whose dress code we did not pass, got buffetted by some very 
odd storm weather, wander around midtown looking for the right place to 
eat, and filling up at the buffet. 
 
Tuesday, First Day of Classes 
 
Practiced guitar, went to guitar lesson, trudged up 6 flights of stairs 
due to the crappy flow design of the Main Building... lecture building for 
the College of Arts & Sciences, notable lack of erasers prompt me to 
search for available phone to have one brought from math building (but 
there are several kids calling information because they don't know which 
room their class is in), note that the students in lecture seem more high 
school freshmen than college freshmen (well, mainly the guys... what can I 
expect), go to neuro class that I understand, go to finance class I 
partially understand, talk to person from Mills College program (summer 
93). 
 
Wednesday, the Day of Rest (?) 
 
Go to my notetaking late (oops), see a horrid example of what kind of math 
skills one can get into NYU with, register for three classes, go to windy 
math club, go home to rest, decide not to go to spaghetti dinner. 
 
Thursday, the Day of Reckoning 
 
(Well not really) 
 
Take notes, study, lose alot of backgammon games, clean up my room (floor 
space! floor space!) 
 
Friday, the Day of Confusion 
 
Clean, study, meet Jules, go over synapses with advisor, get lost in the 
West Village, talk my head off as usual, lose some more backgammon games, 
get woken up by Monty Python on PBS. 
 
Saturday, the Day of Life 
 
Listen to NPR (well, I do that every day), go to Kmart, go to the Met, 
snack snack snack, run into person who lives a block from me but thought 
he was in Philadelphia, run into Jules and Brian, go to the Guggenheim, 
run into another person I wasn't expecting to see (was in 3 yrs of 
Japanese with her), get tormented by a inline-be-skated flautist, find a 
pizza place, chat up again, note a connection between friend and my 
step-grandfather, get back home, sleep. 
 
Sunday, the Day of Forgiveness (whatever) 
 
Go to church, readings are: God not killing =everyone= for worshipping 
golden calf, Paul "I'm such a sinner", Prodigal Son parable.  =feh= 
Petition: let leaders prevent abuse of power. double =feh=.  
Come here and write this thing. 
 
Okay, one of the ironies of this week: 
if the Communications Decency Act were not already judged 
unconstitutional, Congress would have been unable to publish the Starr 
Report online (who would be the persons charged for its breaking?  The 
Speaker?  all members?  Actually, I know they couldn't be charged with 
anything criminal or civil from stuff they do in Congress.... the most one 
can hope for is impeachment.  ahem) 
 
 
People I have run into, not expecting it: 
Anna (from Mills) 
Sammy (from Japanese class) 
Doug (from Courant) 
 
Comment on today's readings, but I have commented to so many people. 
 
I just have to say that the Catholic Church has some very good traditions. 
One of which is Penance.