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.

 
How is this Possible?

I don't know how this is possible - despite my efforts to be relatively on the ball and studious lately, this weekend seems to have caught me completely off-guard and unaware. A book to read for French (which we'll never get to, but since I am interested in the New Wave and writing my paper about Jacques Demy, I should read), a long article in that class, and a chapter in a book. 200 pages of that dense incomprehensible Eisenstein for Classical Film Theory (also the subject of a paper). A 10page multi-scene script (and a graded draft!) and I am not at a loss of what to even write that about. These are just lousy, time consuming assignments - and I don't want to do them all. It seems unavoidable that I'll have to do all of these things - but I just don't see how it's possible. It's an unfortunate intersections of classes.

Nevermind the fact that my first batch of Netflix movies just arrived and tomorrow I am doing a double feature of My Architect and another silent Norma Talmadge movie at Cinematheque. Ugh... this is not the fun part.
posted by lmjasinski at 7:15 PM