the female gaze

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.



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Friday, October 31, 2003
 
I've been told that Halloween in Madison is like Mardi Gras in New Orleans. Just the same... I feel like a Halloween Humbug, don't want to get dressed up, don't want to deal with the crowds and the excessive number of drunk frat boys from the tri-state area (we're talking 65,000 people in near-riot conditions down the main drag in town). Instead, I am going to see an old German movie and then maybe going to a Halloween party with some other filmies...