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 Night Off

I opted to forgo any out-of-doors activity tonight and just stay in and get a feel for a night at home in the new digs. I had some really ambitious plans about really getting my bedroom in working order, but since I've been dragging my heels on that for two weeks I suppose the harms are limited. I finally have a phone at home - even though the connection is really hinged on a piece of scotch tape, but just the same, it's great to blog and email from home. Kristin and I will also have to work out an equitable system for sharing on-line services for the time being until she goes back to college this weekend. But it is very nice to be a part of functioning society again.

I met a very sad moment tonight. I am finalizing all of the changes with my email accounts, closing my Middlebury account and having everything shipped over to Wiscmail. There's something very heartbreaking about all of this. For some reason I thought I'd hold onto that Middlebury identity forever and letting it go is much harder than I anticipated. The very unfortunate thing is that the Middlebury page was recently cleaned up and looks spiffier than ever. In order to recognize my new locale, I also updated my personal homepage. The move is real and here now and I am reminded every time I use the Inna'net.

I am about to send out that "new contact" email... no turning back now.

Big plans for my last weekend of freedom. Tomorrow morning I am heading out early for a haircut and the Farmer's Market (hoping to find Jeremy's potato and onion stand). In the afternoon I need to find a Laundromat (the laundry service in my building is intolerable) and then need to work at night. Sunday, Sunday, Sunday... I am watching all five of Matthew Barney's Cremaster films at the vintage theater downtown... I'll be in the audience with none other than the famed and revered David and Kirsten Bordwell, this is what it means, at last, to be a film student in Madison. Monday will probably be spent frantically getting my syllabus together for my Wednesday courses and perhaps seeing Russian Ark, if my legs still aren't asleep for the 8hr go with Barney's per(verse)-universe.
posted by lmjasinski at 11:06 PM