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.

 
Play Nice.

Look, "Paul Cezanne" I don't need to take shit from you. If you don't like my blog / me then find better things to pass the time. My counter logs IP addresses and I know you are a regular reader and I don't know a soul at bard.edu. It perplexes me as to why you'd bother being kept in the loop of someone you don't know, respect, agree with or like. I think a better question is what is gained by anonymously insulting a person you don't know, like, or respect.
posted by lmjasinski at 12:23 AM