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.

 
Okay, 8-11" of snow? Not so much resounding autumnal cries of Thanksgiving. Shovelled the front walk. Picked out and purchased a number of things today that "count for Christmas" presents but my sister and I get them now. Word is that Survivor Thailand is on tonight - since I haven't seen that (or watched Amazing Race) once this season, this = excitement. It's starting - time to get an ice cream sandwich and my favorite blanket - snuggle up in the living room. Oh, I am being domestic and making cornbread tonight too... that and probably drinking wine, fitting my mother's definition of domestic (ie. drinking wine at home).

You'll all be glad to know that we watched 2 1/2 tapes of Sex and the City season 3 last night - what a treat. This is a juicy season - Charlotte engaged, enter Aiden, Miranda and Steve's rollercoaster of love... I got my drama on in full effect. Tomorrow the Jasinski house gets infiltrated by, well, five other Jasinskis, sadly since two of them are still pre-pubucent, there will be no Sex and the City tomorrow. Shameful. New rule, Thanksgivings that require kids tables should be outlawed.


posted by lmjasinski at 7:01 PM