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.

 
Eeeeek!

So many readers on the day, to make a real life equalivalent, I trip and fall and drop my lunch tray in the dining hall. Vulnerable, directionless, and putting it out there. Keeping it brief tonight because it's late and I've used up all my good words on a few long catch-up emails. Just for fact purposes: snowed a lot today (when will this end?? we got at least 8" of new powder), I was extremely impressed to find Zhang Yimou's Raise the Red Lantern on Bravo this afternoon, heard nothing on the job / school front, read some more of Lama Yeshe's life instruction manual Becoming Your Own Therapist, my mother nagged me about getting a job, we're not quite going to war yet, I got a very good deal on priceline for my trip to Madison (it really works!), the Survivor women made a HUGE mistake and can kiss their challenge advantage away by voting off Joanna, and I am leaving for Providence to retrieve my sister tomorrow and off to shake my tail feather in Brooklyn on Saturday. Details to follow.
posted by lmjasinski at 11:42 PM