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.

 
Quickie

This will be a quick post because I have to dash off and give an alumni off-site interview for someone applying to Middlebury (I am now the Madison rep - which will be fun, I hope). But's it's been a strange few days - oscillating between productive and unproductive business. I confess that my distractions have gotten the better of me a little, lately - Dean Campaign and social fun rather than the economics of the French Cinema, but time trucks along and I am in the thick of a new semester.

At the moment I am feeling like an auteur because I just got back two rolls of 16mm color film I shot this weekend. Unfortunately, I can't get to a projector to see the sequences animated, but I cheated a little and look at the first shots on the roll - and everything looks clearly / correctly exposed. I have to do a 1-min project demonstrating some kind of procedure that has steps. In mine (what is reported to be the most highly anticipated 1-min procedure project of the year) a frazzled student, one brilliant Anne, decides to forgo her homework for a refreshing gin and tonic. Hijinx ensue. And she returns to her work a refreshed woman. But we shot in my tiny kitchen and I had concerns about having enough light - but having seen these shots, I feel better and things look okay. I am really looking forward to editing them together (this feels extremely retro) - slicing up film strip with a cutter and performing the magic that is Soviet-inspired montage.

Anyway, I have a coffee date with a high school senior - how very naughty of me.
posted by lmjasinski at 3:34 PM