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.

 
Don't even go there boys and gals

So I learn in this endless teeter-totter ride that is life, the things you have to do take a great deal of time. I spent the last 10 hours being very busy, a losing track of time, my oh my look what you have done, kind of busy. Many of you have read about the arbor crisis hanging annoyingly over my household for the past week. Today however, my father's car was finally repaired so everyone in the house now has their own silver car (including my mother's silver rental). Sharing is difficult at times, but now we can each go and do whatever we want, when we want, comprimise is nil. Anyway, glad to have my ride back, I've been buzzing all over town running errands. A handsome chunk of my evening was given over to browsing the thick sale racks for my grandmother's birthday at Filene's. I did damn well, if I do say so myself. Here is something that could only happen in my family. Tomorrow is her birthday, but no one agrees as to how old she is. You see, there is all of this conflicting information - some say she was born in 1914, my mother's measuring stick is that my grandmother was 38 when she had her, so she's either 89, 90, or some other age tomorrow. There seems to be equally as much debate over my mother's middle name and other (you think this would be clear) important family facts. Despite the lack of consensus, I can't say this enough, I pray that I inherit these genes, and when I am 89 or 90 or something I am still living in my own house, mentally quick, healthy... Just the same, my grandma is going to be stylin' - I found some very good bargins. Tomorrow, my mother is sending me back to Filene's for grandmotherly accessories.

I made it home just in time for a very good American Idol Wildcard show. Clay Aiken, my favorite contestant in the contest, rocked tonight. Great Elton John song, his clothes get snappier every week - he's just so good and it's sort of fun to watch him change from "Alfalfa" to Rico Suave. I think he's going to do very well in the coming weeks, and I can see him going to the top 5 if he plays his cards right (and America dumps some crappy contestants like CT's own Julia DaMato and several other forgettables). And since then, I've been perched at my laptop catching up. On what you may ask? Bills, parking tickets, sending out transcripts, cell phone refunds, emails... it zapped me. My plan is to watch Godard's Alphaville as I need to return it to the library tomorrow - but I am well on my way to dreamland.
posted by lmjasinski at 12:23 AM