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.

 
If I don't get into graduate school I am going to cry... then I am going to wipe up my tears, apply to be on the Amazing Race, and move to China or Taiwan, more likely Taiwan.

For some reason, going to bed never really entered into my mind tonight.

Riddle me this... and justify my bitter-oscitiness. Look at the Ford Foundation's headline grant. It's all about bridging the digital divide through community technological centers. So the Ford Foundation is more forward thinking that the Watson Committee, obviously. When I pitched this program oh so eloquently to them in October, it was shot down. Now a rival philanthropic organization can't throw enough money at the same idea. Had the Watson been more open to my ideas, not only could I have postponed this grad school application misery for another year, but I would have cemented by entry into several programs because I would have had a wonderfully insightful year of travel and international comparison under my belt.

It's too late, I am more tired than my peeled-open eyes would let on, and I am just bummed about getting into a progressive field that doesn't have enough advocates yet. All I have to say, my U Chicago statment of purpose came out like I was some hot and bothered digital activist. I don't know if this the right essay to send to Chicago, MIT maybe... well, I'll sleep on it and give it a go tomorrow. I can't believe it's 4am already - where did the day go?
posted by lmjasinski at 1:42 AM