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 so tired I actually might pass out. Bought vegetables and saw Jeremy in the process. Got roped into the "office improvement" project today and painted our dingy 6th-floor windowless office a clean and bright white. I also spilled a bucket of soapy water in the process and did a messy job painting the trim. Fought the crowds around town during the "Taste of Madison," got my haircut (pleased with the results) and then worked a five-hour shift at the Gap. I am still trying to figure out how to replace the keyboard on my laptop.. but all in all one of those full and productive Saturdays.

Tomorrow morning we're suppose to put the office back together (we moved out all of the furniture -- we're talking 6 desks, a couch, bookshelves, filing cabinets and about 12 chairs) now that it's painted and waxed, very early. From there I have a date with Matthew Barney's Cremaster and some film chums.
posted by lmjasinski at 1:28 AM