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.

 
Kick the Dust Off My Feet... (that's Biblical, you know)

It was already a long day that began reviewing my presidency notes before dawn, but then two glasses of wine over my sophisticated dinner with the President of the College at 3 South Street has made it that much more sleepy. Lots of other good stuff in between like hearing the sage Eva Brann of St. John's College discuss The Charmides and it has me thinking much about sound-mindedness. I am reading several of her essays on liberal education when we eventually get to that point in my tutorial - I might add that we are meeting tomorrow before I skip town and we're dragging out the third successive week on books 6 & 7 of The Republic. I actually need to do a little reviewing, but that is probably best done in my pajamas, in bed, curled up with what St. John's College noblely refers to as a great book. But anyway, the Presidential Dinner was a long-awaited kickback for sitting through a hundred hours' worth of people explaining bad judgment and their misbehavings, I enjoyed the spoils. My midterm went really well this morning... it feels like a lifetime ago, but I was glad that one of the essays centered on Federalist 70 and Hamilton's arguments about the "sanitized monarch" (so much substance in the blog today, an idea-centric day) because I enjoyed reading them so much... I am probably the only person in the class that answered that essay, but it is interesting to see how Hamilton reasoned against the possibilities of a tyrannical, or monarch-like, Prez'. Also, this evening I bumped into some good debate peeps and that was a pleasant change of the usual suspects.

So here's the plan - leaving for Davidson directly after my tutorial tomorrow - and staying through Friday. On Friday a friend is retreiving me in Albany and taking me to South Windsor. Someone (maybe me?) is getting Kristin at PC and then we stay in, watch Sex and the City, drink midori sours and play boggle. A haircut is despretely in order. I don't think I am going to come back to Middlebury until Monday and then I'll begin my week of laying low and studying for the GRE and getting my grad school shit together. When one has all of her eggs in one basket, you can't leave your basket behind. I'll check in periodically, I am sure, but I am going to try to cut back blogging, imming, and emailing (coincidently the three things about my daily life that are most applicable to graduate study in new media) until I make some progress on these slippery fronts. I am also not doing any homework and thinking about classes only when I am in them, goddammit. And no meetings, no debate trip planning, and no one better whisper a thing about this impending tournament business in a couple of weeks.

Ta Ta.
posted by lmjasinski at 10:54 PM