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.

 
I move that Lisa, the Jew, and the Birthday Boy postpone their Christmas gift exchanges until "fake Christmas" (Jan. 8th - Russian Orthodox Christmas) or 3 Kings Day, (aka. brown Christmas).


In editing my statement of purpose for the 50th time today, I finally realized the supreme rub, in order to write a good statement of purpose, you should really have a sense of purpose. Despite that, my Wisconsin app was electronically submitted a short while ago.
posted by lmjasinski at 5:39 PM