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.

 
This is the Stuff Break is Made Of...

After so many days of trying, I've finally stumbled upon the first greasy-haired recipe for relaxation - not showering before 1pm, watching Real World reruns on daytime MTV, and subsiding mainly on ice cream sandwiches and Dorito-like products. Ah, as some would say, the good life. I've started the somewhat daunting project of backing up my audio / media from my old laptop and getting ready to bust into the new machine. I poked into the Apple Store yesterday to give the new G4 12" ibook a test drive -- it was a slick and sublime experience. My Mac-aholic friend, who speaks of these speedy fetish objects frequently and fondly, tells me that you have to assign a pet name to your Mac, such as "Belle," "Baby," or "Sugar." Upon seeing the new ibook, I know that "Yoko" would be the perfect name because it seems to pin down the essence of minimalist functionality and styling made so famous by Ms. Ono and her beau. I've opted to actually get the computer when I get back into Madison, as to avoid moving anything else, but I can't wait, it's time for a new toy, now I need to time the shipping perfectly so it'll be there right when I touch down in Cheeseland.

My other new love, as I lust after the not-yet-purchased computer, is a singer named Nina Simone. Think a blusely Sade meets Ella... I had never heard of her until a recent CBS Sunday morning year-end obituary wrap-up. I love her and at the same time, there is something wonderful about discovering a great hidden treasure - especially something like a singer, filmmaker, or author - because there is the immediate satisfaction of having ample works at hand for consumption.

Anyway, I've been very indecsive lately - worse than ever, I think. I just don't know how I feel about anything or what I want to do. With cold weather impending, I might opt out of a New York City trip - and anyone who knows me well knows how strange a decision that is. Katie is having a party up in Boston, but I just don't really know if I am up to it... seeing people requires a degree of certainty in explaining my current academic situation and career prospects... it is harder and harder to explain what a curator is to people outside of the arts and since it's like 6 years off, at the minimum, maybe it's that much harder to sell to myself. We'll see, I guess it depends if there is a Rich Girls marathon on this weekend, in which case, I am not moving from that couch.

I watched Bergman's Persona last night... Incredible. Just incredible.
posted by lmjasinski at 12:20 PM