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.

 
Merry Christmas, Dear Reader

After some lazy afternoon Sex and the City, surprise phone calls, and friends that were in the neighborhood and stopped in to get out of the rain... my anxiety has eased a bit. I should add that turkey and mashed potatoes often makes everything okay. In the meantime, my gift to you, download everything by Rufus Wainwright I am addicted. Maybe things will work, I found a job at real art ways that might get me over the initial hump of moving home and provide an artistic community within my reasonable driving distance from home - hell, it could buy me 8 months. Things are all better.
posted by lmjasinski at 5:22 PM