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.

 
Magic Powers** I want today: Read a lot, retain even more.


**Magic powers are of course translated as copious amounts of ritalin.


Onto the Presidency we roll along... but graduate school apps are such an arduous, addicitively re-reading, and piecemeal process. Not only do you have to gather papers from the four ends of the earth, you need to sign them, photocopy them, type your name, spell check and print out on resume paper, proofread later and realize you need to print it again, copy the whole thing twice - and then finally get a postmark from the post office... it never comes together easily in one place. We need a kinkos and it needs to be downstairs so I don't have to venture out into the sub-10 degree weather ever again. My throat still hurts and some other girls stole my favorite Crest Room workspace, place with the highest concentration of these ammentities at Middlebury. I guess tomorrow I have to get up before 9:30 and claim it myself and bring plenty of narcotics to get me through the haul.

posted by lmjasinski at 1:00 PM