the female gaze

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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.



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Tuesday, April 30, 2002
 
shit.

I just lost the blog I was working on, inadvertingly clicked the mouse and lost the page.

here is the abridged version, i am too frustrated to repeat myself.

I don't know what to do with myself now that I have to actually make choices about how to spend my time. I think it will be my "In the Heat of the Sun" paper and my deconstruction paper for ark'tek'Re.

Found out today that Peter Kalb is my second thesis reader. I don't think his knowledge of contemporary art and criticism will bode especially well in the critique. He is just too familiar with the material to look past some holes in my argument. Since I go to him with more academic questions than I do my advisor, it's only fitting that he'd have a say in the grade too. I don't know, he's a friend and he's done at Midd after this semester. Part of me just hopes he'll remember me as one of his best / most enthusiastic students here and be kind with the grade. At the same time however, I get so damn frustrated when professors grade on personality and I actually want them to be honest about what they think of a paper. Who knows, Kalb is one of the hardest people to read... what can you do, sit on egg shells until grades are awarded. I can say this much though - in a department where personality, not revealing the truth, and power struggles are the name of the game (and I am only talking about the students...) the complex dynamic of professors is even worse. I'd give just about anything to be a fly on the wall when the professors pick apart our theses in a group and collectively assign grades... oh man, that would be a sight!!

well, off to be productive.

this is the coldest-near May I have ever experienced at Midd. I have worn a winter jacket for 2 days. It's drizzly and gross and please, oh please, spring and lilacs get here already!