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.

 
The Middlebury College Health Center... bringing celibacy to you one nasty STD photo at a time...

It's effective; I'll give them that. Just the same, every bathroom stall at Middlebury College is now plastered with vibrant color photos of "infected" genitalia and a description of STD symptoms. Every stall is dedicated to a different disease. We've named them on our stall: Stall 1 - chylamida, Stall 2 - HPV (warts), Stall 3 - syphilis. Stall 3 is my favorite because it doesn't have the photo accompaniment. Bathroom users beware; you'll never get these images out of your mind. Innocence is definitely gone. And jeez, what a way to kill a Saturday night.

Here's another way - Rotten.com. It's actually fun to sit and just watch facial reactions to the grusome photos collected on this sick n'twisted website. I am a little concerned with how desentisitized I am. From movies I am all too comfortable seeing blood, gore, killing and the like. Once you've seen it and then you see a photo of the real thing, it doesn't really matter, all that matters is that it looks like something fake. The theme of yesterday was skepticism. We doubted everything. My snapple-cap fact seemed false (Americans eat 17 acres of pizza a day) I think a better estimate would be that Texas A&M eats 17 acres of pizza a day. We tried to come up with a better estimate by figuring out how to measure pizza in square feet and compare sizes of backyards, but that was just too hard, but we reject the figure presented. Then the new Dawn commerical came up and all of us highly doubt that you use dish soap to clean up ducks after an oil spill (wait, check out this website and Dawn's campaign to "save a duck" - not only are they liars, but now they are stealing money to pretend to do good in this world). Advertizing has always been the great purveyor of truth, so why have the fine folks at Dawn suddenly led us astray?? I am biased though, I've always been partial to classic green Palmolive, it smells like childhood to me and the brand name is Biblicalicious. What else... well, there was a thoroughly skeptical bunch on hand yesterday and we just weren't buying whatever the shifty peddlers of the world were selling, especially what we suspect are clever photoshop-doctored images of dead people and human deformities on rotten.com. We also came to realize that collectively we are awful at accepting compliments because we don't have much experience with sincerity. There was a heated debate about whether Nathan or Jack was consistently more fake, in terms of small talk to acquaintances, picture-taking posed smiles, and the amount of alcohol purchased to impress strangers. The jury is still out, but two of my closest friends have been accused of being the fakest people ever, wonder why I am a little jaded. Proof that we live in postmodern times, we don't believe a damn thing.

Plan for today: Should shoot some more footage. NYU application (suddenly inspired to do this). Find Yul Anderson mp3s, he is very promising. He did the music for John Malkovich's "The Dancer Upstairs," and well, from the trailer, a new cover of "Watchtower" is epically cinematic.
posted by lmjasinski at 9:51 AM