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.

 
Mondays are the best part of being home

On this extended vacation I am taking from being serious all the time and stressed out, Mondays have continually surprised every other day of the week to become my new favorite day. I tend to have the day time off (and for a while, Monday night was my night off and therefore **movie night**) and it's just become my favorite day and a routine has sprouted up. I've been on this library rental movie kick and Monday is the magic day when I trade over my six titles for six more. This week I have the most mainstream lot, largely because my father is home for the week and he wanted to get some things he'd enjoy seeing. But I lucked out and the long awaited Annie Hall was finally in as was Lovely and Amazing, a movie the Times talked up a year ago this time. We also got Barbershop, the Matrix and Rainman. I am addicted to the library because it's such a perfect Communist communal ownership of knowledge model that is completely successful. It really is remarkable in such a commerical and capital-run economy that on a Monday around lunch time, nearly every parking space is occupied at the local library and people gather there to share books and ideas and magazine.
posted by lmjasinski at 2:06 PM