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.

 
I am all Cremastered Out

I am completely beat and sick of Matthew Barney's less than cinematic genius. I am still enamored with him (as a figure) and I am still willing to make a case for him as a promising visual artist / performance artist / self-promoting high fashion, pop culture, handsome machismo character, but I think his filmmaking is less than stellar. But I bravely did the whole Cremaster cycle today and it completely wore me out. I don't have much to say (because it's one of those say all or nothing kind of things) so I'll leave it at that.

The office looks wonderful. It's pristinely and brilliantly painted and we came up with a set up that makes everyone happy and has good chi. I can't wait to move in and muck it up. It already seems more than apparent that I am going to be the messy and disorganized one.

My syllabus is done and already to go. I should be set for the first day, just need to decide what to wear and make some copies, but I am in business.

Bedtime. Hopefully going to see Russian Ark tomorrow, a film met with universal accord and hopefully a marvelous change of pace from Barney's slow parallel editing.
posted by lmjasinski at 11:33 PM