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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. Re-runs & History Reads, Consumables, Pastimes & Institutions ![]() "The story of your life is not your life, it's your story" -- John Barth ![]() |
Monday, June 10, 2002
Coaxing myself awake My new pledge on Monday mornings is only to read soft news and I have kept to it two weeks strong. I didn't have much time to read the paper yesterday so I saved the Sunday Styles page for today, what my aunt has dubbed the "women's sports page." I think my favorite part are the wedding announcements because they are so gossipy and scandalous - lists of what the bride and bridegroom do, their alma maters, what their parents do for a living etc... juicy stuff. Two Midd grads today compared to the pasley one last week. I find that I am only interested in the ones that provide a photo of the couple as it incites the imagination further. This little breather, a nice travel article about a woman who collects and stows away soaps and hotel trinkets from her lifetime of worldly adventures, and last night's double header of Sex and the City still on the brain... well, I needed that to coax me out of bed this morning in a fit of heat-induced exhaustion and soreness from my stint as a first-baseman in the Ossining Junior Girls' All-Star softball game. I surprised myself and hit a double at my first batting ups in about 6 years. Also, the graduate program in journalism at Berekely will begin studying blogging next fall; recognizing it as a legitimate form of journalism in the new media revolution. Wired has a great article about it. |