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.

 
Arg... Curses

I broke my most favoritest coffee mug this morning... my classic black MoMA mug that I recevied as a going-away present when I worked there. Until I can replace it, not that I could ever replace the sentimental value, I might just have to use this now mutated, limbless with a jagged piece of ceramic jutting off where a handle use to be. It makes me sad. One of my favorite things to do is to sit around and drink coffee out of that mug. Ho-hum.

I didn't really get my lectures done. I caught up on some other things and printed out all of the necessary biographic / stylistic info I need to fashion some smarty-pants lectures, but that's still a long way off from being done.

I am headed for home now... Patrick and I are making pizza for dinner. I am already getting hungry and making the dough takes close to two hours (well, like 5 mins, but then 2 hours of patiently waiting for it to rise).
posted by lmjasinski at 3:54 PM