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.

 
Hold My Calls, Maria

Still in my pjs at 12:44 and sitting at home waiting for my laundry to turn over. A very nice break from reality and nice to be home long enough to strectch my legs and put a little gas in the tank with Dad's cooking. Davidson was a very nice little trip - but to go for a day of meetings and two nice dinners - it just seems like an awful lot of trouble and a long way to go. But we stayed at the charming Davidson Village Inn, ate some authentic southern cusine, and met a lot of polite southern gentlemen and gentlewomen in a short 48 hour excuse to dip my feet into southern hospitality and see trees that still have leaves. From Davidson, I went to get my sister in our new car, a very exciting thrill, was able to meet a few of her friends in the exchange, and have been home since drinking wine and watching Sex and the City in a permanently reclined position. Today might entail a trip to my favorite Starbucks and further progress on my grad school essays, reading another chapter in Lev Manovich's brilliant The Language of New Media, there is a healthy oration scheduled for this book, the paradigm shift it's exacting for me and it includes describing the Platonic moment when you come across some kind of education principle that turns becoming into being...

In the meantime, it's time for a long hot shower and I am not wearing flipflops.
posted by lmjasinski at 11:53 AM