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, there's a time to shut up

Sometimes sentences lapse into really long conversations, but I just spent about 5 hours on the phone remembering why hands-free headpieces were invented and that there is life beyond my immediate fraternal circle. So everyone who is working agrees that work makes you tired and generally sucks, those of us in college seem to be playing heartily, and Moms as usual make sure you're eating vegetables and subtly put the post-college economic squeeze on... universally speaking, everyone is excited for Thanksgiving. In honor of rituals of which to be truly thankful, there will be a grandoise estrogen fest descending on the Jasinski living room this Friday: midori sours, Sex and the City, and cheesecake for all! Consider it the new "football."

Blah, blah, blah... whatever motivation I had is gone, I still haven't unpacked or cleaned up my slump of a room, still haven't read a page of Nietzsche for tutorial tomorrow and the night is anything but young.
posted by lmjasinski at 9:54 PM