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.

 
My Calling??

First of all, I haven't been hungover in a long time and I forgot how generally sucko that is.

So maybe I found my calling? (how many times have we heard this) contemporary chinese performance art. Think anyone is hiring for that or giving out money to watch people do wierd shit to their bodies to last out equally against communism and capitalism?? If you know of anyone who is paying for that type of thing, feel free to drop my name.

After thoroughly avoiding work for sometime now, things are finally starting to fall into place. I finished my rough draft statment of purpose, I now have a CV, GREs are done, my recommendation forms are typed and sent onto the powers that be, my writing samples have been selected, I guess all that is left is the financial stuff, and how hard is it to convey that you have no money, well, technically much less than none? I need to get my mom on the horn and have her relay my debt to me in order to get the FAFSA done. So the trials of grad school - not all that bad really, just time consuming repeating basic facts, statistics, addresses, important numbers and what have you... now here's hoping. I still have no idea how I'll measure up against other people but perhaps that keeps things in an interesting flux teetering between naiveity and arrogance.

Another exciting artsy dinner this evening. The acquisition committee meets today - there is a special fund where students get to purchase $25,000 worth of contemporary video / photography for the museum. The benefactor, an alum and art dealer named Marianne Boesky, comes up and makes initial suggestions and then we get to pick. I am pulling for a Peter Campus video installation. But after the committee, I was invited to schmooz and have dinner with her. I've met her a bunch of times and stop by her gallery whenever I am in Chlesea, maybe she'll remember me this time so it will be a worthwhile connection. Just the same, should be fun - well, I should probably put some makeup on so I don't look as tired and hungover as I feel and I ought to wear something more New York presentable than old cords. Alas, the daily trama of being an art person in Vermont, it just doesn't work most of the time.

Jeremy plays at the Grille tonight and I have 150 pages of Adam Smith due tomorrow - yeah, to quote my girl Ella F., something's gotta give.
posted by lmjasinski at 3:01 PM