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.

 
Say Oscah!

Spring cleaning fever. I caught up on my laundry, did the dishes, swept the floor. I feel respectable again. Of course it's 4pm and I am showered, but still in my bathrobe. The big semi-formal Oscar party is tonight and I am excited, just don't know quite what to do with myself, not feeling productive. In keeping with the theme of the day, glamour and cleanliness, I may give myself a long-overdue pedicure, perhaps with painted toes, no one will notice that they are bruisey-black all over. Otherwise, I suppose I can always read about the French New Wave, like the good little grad student I pretend to be.
posted by lmjasinski at 4:02 PM