the female gaze

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.



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Monday, May 10, 2004
 
New Digs...

The new blogger format is very nice. It's very Mac-friendly - the new interface resembles lots of other Mac programs and even the fonts are easier on the eyes.

Today is the last hard day of the semester - Bordwell's Classical Film Theory exam tonight and then I am essentially in the clear. I still have to make my Structural film, grade exams, and take the production test... but that's nothing like the 82-pages of single-spaced notes [yes, even I acknowledge that this is excessive, but I want to re-create these lectures if I ever teach CFT] about Bazin, Eisenstein, Kuleshov, I have stuffed into my backpack today.

Survivor ended last night - but it was a "happy" ending. everyone should log onto CBS.com and vote for Rupert to win the consolation million. Do it now and do it often.

What would a trip to LA be without Jackson Browne? One of my favorites anyway, but especially when it comes to talking about that coast. It turns out that he's getting an honorary degree from Occidental College along with Patrick's mother. So, if nothing else, Patrick and I are going to escort her to this brunch where Queen Noor will also be in attendance... but who needs royalty when Jackson Browne is sipping mimosas an arm's length away. If anyone can think of the right thing to say to such a sensitive poet, please send suggestions along.