Look with your eyes, not with your hands.


Such a minute fraction of this life do we live: so much is sleep, tooth-brushing, waiting for mail, for metamorphosis, for those sudden moments of incandescence: unexpected, but once one knows them, one can live life in the light of their past and the hope of their future.



A grad student muses on her life, film, friends, politics, reality televizzle, and music.

 
I have listened to the second volume of the Moulin Rouge soundtrack for approximately 250 hours straight. the sad thing is, it's only 45 mins long.

Having someone proofread a draft is like losing a game of Boggle. For those of you who aren't avid Boggle players, or don't know of the dangerous joy of games.com, I'll explain. You have a cube filled with dice with random letters on them, you shake it, and arrange the dice into a grid. You and friends then try to find jumbled up words in the letters. it's a dream for dyslexics. it's like a "word find," only no promises that you'll get anything. I love to play.

Well, when you play Boggle, you stratch your head over this nonsensical letter combination and make up a humble list of the words you find in 3 mins. Then, if you are anything like me, the people you are playing with will point out approximately 1 million words you missed. Points are awarded. Everyone stared at the same grid, but others could see things you couldn't and vica versa. When someone edits your work, it's the same thing, forcing you to see the obvious. I think that's what studying art history about too; learning to look and "see"... well, when I play Boggle I feel like my eye is untrained and someone got ripped off by Middlebury College. This is what I have learned in College that will matter - to look. Yes, give the girl a gold star for her keen kindergarden skill set!

Granted sometimes it takes an editor to clean up your sentences, but it's amazing when there is a galring spelling error (hehe). Why is it we can always see the errors of others, but gloss over the mistakes we make? (it's probably true in life too) I ask myself this question especially when I've gone to lengths to "read closely." Maybe I am just inept or dizzy. I think it's the strangest thing in the world to have someone point out to you a mistake you made when you were next to certain it was correct. I guess that's why we need friends... once I turn this in, I get to repay the favor and read Jack's steamy screenplay about the hot nazi babe, a jewish art collector, and a foiled plan tro steal the Effiel Tower piece by piece.

(I feel as if this blog is very Sex and the City, only without the "sex" and the "city" part).

oh yes, ABC's the Bachelor is a bachelor no more. Tune into Andrew Gustafson's radio show, WRMC, mondays 5pm to hear his exclusive interview with the "bachelor" himself.
posted by lmjasinski at 11:52 PM