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.

 
Attack of the Ipod People

While I was here sleepily going along my unmerry way, Apple went and revamped and slickified the Ipod to make it even bigger and badder. Well, it's not bigger, because this actually a new slim and trim version, but now for the same cashola the base model packs a mean, 2,500-song supersized 10GB punch. So, in this case, good things come to those who wait to cash in on graduation gifts because now I get the newest hot gizmo and twice the song holding potential. I am still trying to figure out the mechanics - because I think that I'll need to buy some kind of special firewire card to sync the ipod with my music library on my laptop. Just the same, the cord might come in handy if I end up doing video production at any point in my career. Of course that is just an unneccesary justification to get something I want - but I am excited for my new toy and just wish that I had the highspeed connection here, but my week of vacation at Middlebury with bandwith to spare will buy me some time.

What do we owe the pleasure of a double dose tonight?? Boredom and lousy television programming. It isn't the temporary or fleeting boredom that settles in on a rainy afternoon - this is the staggeringly worse over time cabin fever boredom of not doing anything stimulating for several months. I enjoyed my little day off of running errands and going out for an early dinner with my parents, but that and HBO's premier of Spiderman quickly fizzled into my now antsy idleness. I am doing my laundry but I am not thrilled about going to into work tomorrow. Granted, it is not like I have anything else lined up, but I really like the time away and would rather be left to my own devices. I've been fighting a cold / allergies/ lethargy lately, so reading isn't such a viable alternative, but I am getting into Benjamin Hampton's History of the American Film Industry. It was written in the 1930s so the language has a flair you just don't see often enough. On that note, I'll retire to my chamber for the evening, and sleep can't come soon enough.
posted by lmjasinski at 10:11 PM