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.

 
my daily trials with dining services

First of all, come and see me this semester for no other reason outside of the new mongolian BBQ and the fancy fancy new dining hall. Whoa, you'll be impressed and might even be prompted to utter the well-oiled mantra, Club Midd. But it's always crowded so I am back to the senior citizens club of 5pm dinner, but that usually secures me an outside table on a private terrace, so no loss really. Today though, for "parents' weekend" so that means instead of breakfast or sitting and reading and assuming coffee as I planned, I get a grilled chicken sandwhich and baked beans, not like the english muffin / scrambled eggy substance I had my sights set on. I hate having my heart set on something and then having someone thwart my desire.

Katie comes this afternoon provided a more competent navigator than I gives her the celestial coordinates to Midd. In the meantime I'll keep up with my disciplined study regime and later go and see Monsoon Wedding for a tasty south-asian treat for the eyes.

Leaves are starting to change.
posted by lmjasinski at 10:52 AM