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.

 
I am not counting chickens... but..

I am not going to jinx it, but the Grad Program that expressed interest last week (well, an agent of the grad program, we all know that programs can't dial phones) left me a voicemail saying that they had good news. I replied by email and now I am waiting anxiously. No matter what, it seems like I have a fully-funded, PhD program in my pocket that I would attend.

Basquiat review forthcoming...
posted by lmjasinski at 11:55 AM