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.

 
I think I am turning Japanese, I really think so...

Forgive the non-political correctness of the following observation, but I think I am turning Japanese. Loyal readers will know by now that I make my home-away from home and work as silent study room in the back of the main grad student library. Although there are some notable frequenters that also come to this space - this is usually a VERY popular spot among Madison's trendy Asian (Asian-American) students. They have designer plastic frame glasses, slick metallic laptops (often Sony Vaios or G4s), fancy little pocket organizers, wear diesel sneakers, and have these little pencil pouches filled with technical looking precise writing instruments. I have a pen fetish and I always eye their pens and colorful little notebooks with a borderline unhealthy dose of envy. So maybe this post isn't that I am turning Japanese, but that I wouldn't mind being Japanese, if part of the culture is trendy clothes, modern electrical gadgets, and designer writing instruments...

With that... back to this paper, which is slow going. I did my research weeks ago and now I just feel like I've run out of gas. I also think I am writing a much longer paper than necessary, bogged down by history instead of just getting onto my formal analysis.
posted by lmjasinski at 3:29 PM