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.

 
A Language of One's Own

As it turns out, my laptop has devised its own Cyrillic-like alphabet. The keys are working sporadically and there are some other choice changes like "backspace" typing Y, space types N, and using something else triggers the F5 find function. What a mess and a half - and no real reason to act like this. I am sitting in CSO now, waiting for my close-up for my senior spotlight... then off to see TM, and Andres. But there will be less of me blogging from home and more episodes like this until things are working again. What a mess though... last year the 6-key and a dash were equally as unreliable... they replaced the keyboard and it worked without problems until now. A little chilly today, but the beat, drinks, and parties go on.


posted by lmjasinski at 12:36 PM