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.

 
9 months.

Well, a drowsy afternoon on Broadway. Today was my curator's early morning - so he usually escapes in the afternoon. Only when he left today, I wasn't at my desk - so I don't have much to keep me occupied. I've been reading the transcript of a symposium called "Preserving the Immaterial," in conjunction with the variable media project at the Gugg. The curators here are designing a database and a web interface to keep track of ephemeral works of art, it's a neat project. I have been alternating that with an essay about the history of the Gugg (something one should always do when signing on to a new company) in an exhibition catalogue that has a home in a shelf above my desk.

There is an intern field trip tomorrow - so nothing in the office... but that's fine. Days like today leave me with undecided conclusions about this job - but at the same time, the breathing room is nice for personal enrichment, it just doesn't make me feel productive is all. Here are some sites I found today - still trying to track down the very naughty sounding "One Eyed Dicks" show about surveillance cameras that appeared at MoMA in the early 1970s. But I send some inquiry emails to some genius types at MIT and we'll see what comes of it.

About the politics of internet (art) in conjunction w/ Harvard Law School.

posted by lmjasinski at 2:35 PM