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.

 
grrr.... just lost a post recounting my errand-filled and rather unenlightening snowy and narcoleptic Tuesday. Made up some debate cases to debut this weekend with O'Shea at Fordham, groceries, in need of doing my laundry for the third time in three weeks (I am eating socks and clean towels like they were eggwhites, right John and Juan??).

Most resonating image as I force myself to tune into Eva Brann - debate photos from the Old and New Party and then the tournament - Nathan and John dancing on a table with S-Rod. So unwholesome, so priceless, so definitely "MIDD-night in the Garden of Good and Edwin."

Oh, I forgot how good junk food is on so many levels. Blame it on the snow - we've all turned into whinier, sleepier, nacho-cheesier raveneous beasts. But damn, that nuclear yellow cheesy salsa shit is so damn good with diet coke.

posted by lmjasinski at 9:28 PM