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 think I can, I think I can finish tonight. While I do that.... enjoy two interesting quotations from Marcia Tucker's article "Attack of the Giant Ninja Mutant Barbies" (From the Bad Girls exhibit)

Rumninations on language as power
"even in the forms of the one-upsmanship of cocktail parties and the verbal muggings and discursive violences of everyday life. Power is exercised in the right to speak, the right to interrupt, the right to remain silent. Politics and language intersect in the form of attitudes, of talking down to or looking up to, of patronizing, respecting, ignoring, supporting, misinterpreting."

And a great jab at the fractured unreality of nursery rhymes, by Moms Mabley

"You teach 'em Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard to get her poor dog a bone. I say Mother Hubbard had gin in that cupboard. You tell 'em Jack and Jill went up the hill after some water. I tell 'em water don't run uphill. You tell 'em Mary had a little lamb. I tell 'em wasn't the doctor surprised. Sure the cow jumped over the moon; you would have jumped too; that man's hand was cold! You tell 'em the wolf ate up Red Riding Hood's grandmother. I tell 'em, if he did, then he must have used tenderizer. As tough as Grandmother was, that wolf had a hard time!"
posted by lmjasinski at 11:07 PM