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.

 
I just don't want to get into it right now - gathering up laundry and important things to take with me tomorrow. off to Wesleyan in the morning, reviewing The Politics after a full year - long ass day - too much bureaucratic bullshit really.

This is my away message - Sometimes, after a week devoid of productive intellectual activity, you are left to ask yourself, who is Lisa Jasinski (or insert name here)? And sometimes you are surprised, disgusted, or uncertain about the answer.


and this is a pivot point or something - and I am going to make a point of doing more big picture thinking and trying not to sweat the small stuff. It's sad when all you can mutter at the end of a long day, after a long week, after a long month and what is already surmounting to 22 long years, are the trappings of bookstore self-help-isms and recite something you heard on Oprah once. Well, regardless, I want a book and I want to read and I want to be a student and spend my time, as Jeremy is kind enough to remind me when I need it, working, playing, and doing leisure. Maybe Jeremy's right, he and I are different, or weird, or self-salesmen, or just unfairly treated by a system with a set of priorities that are blurred and tries to get you a job as an investment banker or nothing. So goodnight on the note that was uttered to me twice by the wisest sages under 25 I know, identical in verbatum tone and diction, fuck 'em.
posted by lmjasinski at 11:22 PM