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.

 
Broken Commandment

I broke the cardinal Catholic sin last night when I worshipped false idols. Well, although there were the typical questioned election results that seem to hover around the Kennedy-Nixon or Bush-Gore races, Clay and Rubes seem to share the spotlight graciously. K-Lo SANG her tush off and generally, the concert lived up to my expectations of what American Idol Live should be. I indulged my guilty pleasure and let my best telly pals come to life in all their costumed glory. I am a Clay girl again - although my loyalty waivered throughout the middle of the concert, he really does it for me all over again and I was screaming like a teen when he took the stage. Good clean fun all around...

Jack is here for the weekend and I've enjoyed having time and space away from my jobs... staying in for a home cooked meal, got some shopping done, movies, and tonight Katie is passing through town again (proof again that moving house is generally a huge pain and best done in bite-size chunks) and drinks are in order. Back to my cooking.
posted by lmjasinski at 4:47 PM