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.

 
The Inevitable

Back the grindstone. Despite the fantisful week of avoiding work and just getting my grading done, time to finally settle down and work on these nagging papers. I really wish I could convince myself to be more interested in the assignments, but lately, this time of solitary and concentrated scholarship seems the furthest things from my "things I want to do" list.

Blah... it's nice outside and the last thing I want to do is compare Bazin and Eisenstein.
posted by lmjasinski at 3:53 PM