the female gaze

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.



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Wednesday, January 15, 2003
 
Cold outside. Today I edited one montage film, decided upon my entry for the group installation (the persephone story), replaced the tweezers I mistakengly left behind and have been lost without, and then college bowl finals tonight beginning at 6:20 and taking as long as it takes. Feb graduation speaker try-out tomorrow, my speech is looking good and only two other kids entered. Mock debates tomorrow night, Dartmouth for the weekend beginning friday after a 8am-2pm sure-to-be-miserable judicial council hearing. yeah, so that's where I am. Aaron and Justin come this weekend for a jterm reunion as sorts - actually the last time I'll be able to play hostesss.

Update on the College Bowl stuff. Well, we lost by something lousy like 5 or 10 points in our first match tonight. I am fine with it, we went up against a proficient team and I answered a few questions correctly. Dan's team also lost, neither of us advanced, but I was a little dissappointed because we also didn't get to go against one another. Just re-shot my persephone sequence a few times, this time in the more intimate setting of my room. Having read that 8 min monologue at least 6 times through I'll turn my attention toward my Feb Graduation speech. Now to type the changes I've already made and, ick, go out into the cold to get a hardcopy. Goddamn convention.