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.

 
Overcommitted

Lately, I have the desire to be a "grad student" and want nothing more than the prospect of concentration. I feel like I have too many pots boiling over on the stove and all I want to do (simultaneously) is finish my thesis, watch Zhang Yimou and Won Kar-Wei films, read more about the digital life, look at kooky architecture - and delve deeper into the concept of post-modernism - something I have come very close to grasping (as if we could actually grasp concepts). But things come up and distract - tiredness, laundry, pissing away time on instant messenger, talking on the phone to my mother, playing yatzee. Yes, I understand that life is a balance and we must make compromises, but I think more than anything else I need to be selfish and concentrate.... and perhaps graduate school will offer that. I think it's a little idealistic though and I am sure once I get into that routine even more distractions, desires, and possibilities will abound. And regardless of what I am doing it's unlikely I'll be able to avoid being tired, talking to my mother, and laundry won't be obsolete.

I just wish I had more time...
posted by lmjasinski at 1:57 PM