the female gaze

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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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Thursday, January 09, 2003
 
Thank God. Things seem finely re-alligned and links and posts are back where they belong - sure it's not fancy, but I've learned a lesson. I guess starting webpages from scratch might be a reasonable goal, but as long as 9 months of blog-history are on the line, no reason to get excited and lose a whole lot of stories, observations, and complaining. Back to my Sex and the City, a quiet room (ever since the Dean sent a threatening email to my ranting and raving hallmates), the boringness of jterm. As it turns out, 2 hours of class a day and no assigned readings is not as fun and attention-grabbing as one would hope. Maybe when I learn how to edit video I'll be a little more enthralled. Lately my technical ignorance is staggering and I have nothing else to do in the meantime aside from screw with things better left alone. As for the concept behind my conceptual video... I want to delve into the psychological depths and the darkness of jterm, but I feel as if I need a little more time for my inspiration to kick in, at this rate, it'll be true to form and true to life.

BEST OVERHEARD of the day:
Lisa: Oh, are you going to the gym?
Kristin: Yeah, I am thinking about it, do you have a discman?
Lisa: Sure, and here's a great workout CD, made by a gay man. It's a social culture that revolves around going to the gym and to discos, what more could you ask for?