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.

 
where oh where has my work ethic gone? oh where oh where could it be?

This is the first time that I can't attribute my finals-week listlessness to spring fever. It's been cold and rainy all week. I know that Vermont is a *northern* state, but it's certainly not arctic... someone should clue mother nature it, she obviously hasn't been checking her email enough. Most of the underclassmen are leaving - and it's so strange to see people moving out of their dorms in long pants and sweatshirts. Maybe the summer will be cool too - it makes NYC so much more bearable. last summer was extremely comfortable, shy of the one miserable and melty heatwave of a week in August.

Finally labored through my half of the Kalb paper on "Thing Theory," perhaps the biggest load of postmodern, critical, rhetorical bullshit I've encountered this semester. I'd like to write that Chinese cinema paper, do my laundry (didn't I just do this??), go to my fancy judicial council dinner, and watch Monsters Inc. tomorrow. I think it can all be done - especially because I don't really have a choice in the matter.
posted by lmjasinski at 2:12 AM