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.

 
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Okay, that's false advertizing. At the same time, my readership is at an all time low level and I guess that's a sign to pep things up, inject a little sultry sensibility, or at least unbutton the top button. Well, sadly no sex, but I have made great progress and actually produced some substantive things in the office. The intern party has been bounced off the roof to Rodeo, I finished my Ron Brown and my Gugg intern evaluations, and I did a nice three-page mini-essay on webartist, poet, and zine editor, Eryk Salvaggio. My boss talked to the intern group this morning which was a nice thing to sit and listen to. Lately, I've been thinking a lot about my Watson, continuing my research and doing preliminary country studies (comparing population stats, size, relevant facts, and geography). My idea is still under lock and key until the proposal is accepted or rejected. But I've felt like I am making progress lately instead of toiling away time. I have some fun planned for the weekend - going to enjoy my apartment and my location in the city.

American Idol was pretty good last night - Big Band Night. I think Tamyra (the first contestant up) excelled above the other contestants with the "hi-de-hi-de-ho" song. I actually lost a bet with my 11yr old cousin Marley over this one. I bet that someone WOULD sing "It Don't Mean a Thing If it Ain't Got That Swing," one of the best and well-known Big Band songs out there. Well, no one did, so I lost. This means that until Friday I promised to run to the downstairs fridge or pantry for my seltzer or spaghetti sauce. It's not the end of the world, it's just annoying, but then again, she does it a dozen times per day anyway.

On a cooler note... you can't help but get high off the chilly New York City weather. I am certainly a weather junkie and I blame it on spending four years in Vermont. Wintery depression and spring fever can be instantly triggered by the thickness of cloud cover or a surprising March thaw. Yesterday I was all smiles on account of the breezy cool weather that rolled into town. In the morning I didn't melt while blowdrying my hair, and last night we took a brisk walk and caught the sunset on the picturesque Hudson. Last summer was unbelievably cool and yesterday was a reminder of how good things can be when things are good.

I guess even subconsciouly, my brain is kicking in to be productive. Perhaps this little vacation reminded me how easy I forget things when I don't write them down or actively turn brainstorming (or daydreaming) into something concrete and useful. It is my goal to have the Watson done next week and be ready for the GRE and my MIT application by September. I am also counting on that bonus five days I'll have at Midd between judicial council and the actual start of classes. I have a schedule in mind, but tweeking is in order:

Art and the Bible
Contemporary Chinese Literature
American Presidency
Art and Philosophy as an independent study

John has been working on Senator Jeffords memoirs at Simon and Schuster, the deadline is tomorrow, but we had breakfast in Grand Central this morning and it didn't seem as if he was panicking. He's turned into a political buff, well at least the biographical / personal side. It sounds interesting and perhaps he can rev my interest in politics to a level where I don't mind finishing off the remaining two credits.

This afternoon I hope to touch base with my boss (who is out lunching now) before he leaves again this evening and I also think I will email some contacts I discovered in the CMS program.
posted by lmjasinski at 2:22 PM