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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Thursday, November 06, 2003
 
I have mountains of work and I am having trouble seeing over top of it:

1. Avant Garde test Monday night - and it is a doosey - lots of notes from very scattered lectures to organize.

2. Narrative Theory - paper due the Tuesday upon my return (thankfully I've read the book - but I need to watch some more movies to test out the theory)

3. Documentary research paper - ugh, I need to watch the film and I have so much writing, reading, and thinking to do. Due in two weeks.


I am leaving out all of the business as usual readings that should be done. And I am really thinking about just holding off grading this upcoming round of speeches / papers until the Thanksgiving break. Of course all of these assignments are mitigated by my upcoming trip to Middlebury, next Thursday - Sunday. It is like a homecoming and actually it feels like there is much more catching up to be done than there would be with my own family. I talk to my parents / sister so frequently, that although I really miss them, physically, I feel like we're still on the same page. Going back to Middlebury at least offers a healthy amount of the the purely unexpected. No matter what, I expect to have a wonderful time and be reminded of how wonderful that place and that extended family is - I miss the mountains. I really miss those mountains and the bluish view, the mystical fog, and all of that landscape.

I finally made a hair appointment for tomorrow afternoon. It has been a while, too long, since I've last had one (August?) and I so desperately seek that "whole new woman" outlook / feeling that a good haircut and color can often provide.

My plan for the next few days is to be a recluse and remind myself how to be a student. I did some of this last Sunday and was pleased with the result, but I feel like it's time to hanker down and do some good work.

Time to call it a day... Leave campus and forage for food. I am thinking that it's one of those breakfast for dinner kind of nights.