the female gaze

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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.



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Sunday, November 24, 2002
 
Thanksgiving approaches

Wonderful little day - sleeping late, getting a modicum of work done, playing phone tag with the parents and remaining hidden and oblivious to most of the Middlebury community, a very good thing every now and again. Had a chance to catch up with Jack and Ginnie - and really looking forward to approaching Thanksgiving, seeing the family and dear sister that I have been estranged from based on my own chicken-with-head-cut-off-ness. It was so tempting, aside from the obvious problems of having to drive people back to Midd in a rental car, just to turn off on I-84 this weekend en route back from New York, sidestep Monday & Tuesday and just go directly home. Soon enough though, leaving Tuesday morning and really I just have to get through my tutorial tomorrow and I am in the clear. In the meatime I'll just talk on the phone instead of doing anything productive.