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.

 
This is When the Smarties Call it a Night

Dance clubs in Madison are something like a reunion-esque McCullough: bad music, far many too many old men... but I got my dance and my drink on hard core for a night and I am ready to put this all behind me... consider it a weekend well-partied and now call it a night and get back to my studies and resume the movie viewing. I realize now that I am actually far ahead of where I might be (in terms of reading for next week), but it's a great feeling considering my usual scrambling status. But it was a good night, we danced on platforms and drank double stoli specials with tonic. The night ended at one of my favorite lounge bars in town, I was talking politics loudly when last call came, but I was done drinking for a while.

I found out that one fo my fellow film students was an APDA debater for Amherst back in 1995. Ah, the small world wonder of it all. Just the same, it was a refreshing kind of connection and it forced me to remember that this weekend is the Williams Tournament for all of those still at Midd and debating. This is basically where I call it a night, but I will pat myself heartily on the back for successfully (at least with the illusion of success) playing matchmaker for some of my new friends.
posted by lmjasinski at 3:00 AM