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.

 
Another Week Bites the Dust

The weekend definitely delivered on the distraction / fun front. It was a whole lot of play - from a cozy warm dinner party with a big circle of intimate strangers, to a day of hopping illegally between movies (a very good trifecta showing of Intolerable Cruelty, Kill Bill, and School of Rock) topped off by dinner (out) with an entourage of 15 film kids and other friends and two or three bars to finish off the night. Sunday brought an extended laundry-doing experience, but at long last, everything is clean and my wardrobe runneth over with choice. I had begun to forget how well one sleeps in clean sheets. Then I came back to reality and spent the rest of Sunday trying to make up for lost time with the books.

Now I find myself back in "the room" in Memorial Library, about ready to disconnect the Internet and get absorbed in my narrative theory reading. All of a sudden, the workload seems like a lot and I have two big assignments nagging at me - all the while I know that it's worth putting the time in now instead of worrying about it when I go back to Middlebury. Anyway, I have a big cup of coffee, my belly is happy and full with a spicy East African stew from Baraka, and I am ready and rearing to learn about cognitive approaches to understanding "character."
posted by lmjasinski at 1:35 PM