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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. Re-runs & History Reads, Consumables, Pastimes & Institutions 
"The story of your life is not your life, it's your story" -- John Barth 
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Monday, December 08, 2003
Lucky Day Upon returning home from my double feature of Bubba Ho-tep (a stupid Cult movie about an aged Elvis and JFK chasing down a mummy) and then a French film, Flower of Evil, um, about what else, the bourgeoisie, brother-sister incest, and politics - but anyway, upon my return - bam! my cell phone was mysteriously waiting for me on the banister. Honestly, I have no idea who returned it (I was under the impression that you need a key to get into this part of the building) and the one guardian angel I thought returned it didn't, so let's just call this an early Christmas present from Santa or one of his elves... I am a little curious about it's return... but more thankful than anything else... |