the female gaze

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.



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Friday, May 17, 2002
 
Finished 2 papers today - just the dreaded book review to conquer this weekend...then senior week debauchery. sweet debauchery.

In my *spare* time, which lately seems like using a spare tire (at that point when it's on the car, there is nothing spare about it, it's just business as usual) this weekend I want to catch up on some emails and track down some people I haven't talked to in about a month, both becoming reacquainted with two old friends: the phone and email. I am glad to say that two of my favorite people from Midd - Kenny & Jason - will both be around this weekend and into next week, so I don't need to use an electronic device to make contact with them. These two are the best gigglers I know and I always need excuses to giggle. Plus, they both have cool jobs I want to get the skinny on. Kenny, living in Florence, took a job with a textile importer that will require him to travel to NYC, LA, or Hong Kong on a monthly basis. Ever since moving to LA a few months ago, Jason's been working for a film agent who manages, among others, HK director Wong Kar-wei. Okay - the LA / Hong Kong connections seem unusually similar, just noticed that. In any case, I can't wait to see both of them.

I think I am going to get a jump on my laundry so I can wear my favorite things for the next 10 days or so, before I get to live like a civillized person who doesn't have to beat her clothes clean in a brook with a rock... well, it's not quite that primitive, but you lug a laundry basket up and down four flights of stairs across campus and then come and talk to me, the rock starts to look like a decent alternative.