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.

 
Stupid Paul Cezanne, you ruined it for everyone else.

Consider the comment board a remnant from a more trusting time. If you really want to reach me, those of you who know me know my email address and other important digits, so we'll just continue going that route. I guess this whole ordeal has made me rethink what kind of things I am willing to share in a very public way because maybe my readers aren't who I thought they were. Two thoughts: (1) the Internet is not a sacred place (I should know better) and (2) I don't bother to keep up my blog so that strangers can insult me.

I stand by the fact - if you really think I am that pretentious or wrong - stop reading this.

I've been blogging way too much lately. I am taking hiatus until after the weekend.
posted by lmjasinski at 10:39 PM