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.

 
Worst Idea Ever...

For fear of ulcers and irreversible stressed-out crabbiness... I am beginning to think that this upcoming Middlebury sojourn is definitely up there with some of my more harebrained ideas and lousy plans. I really want to go, especially after catching up with little-brother cohorts last night, but the timing couldn't be worse and I need to pull off a particularly impressive display of in-transit genius in order to make it through next week alive...

In my defense, I wrote 14 legal-pages worth of essay in my avant garde exam last night in about two hours... that was a whole lot of ink to spill to structural film, a semi-pornographic display, and ideas about intertextuality. I hope I never have to relive that again.
posted by lmjasinski at 5:10 PM