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, July 05, 2004
 
Better on Holiday

Today, while the rest of the world was on vacation, I had a semi-work day (in that I lectured about Cary Grant - if that could even be considered work). I feel much more confident with today's lecture under my belt, compared to the horrible plan related to my regretted screening of Bringing Up Baby. Today was much better and I've also revised my syllabus / summer plan a little. Now I'll focus on contemporary Hollywood and I think everyone involved will be a lot happier, present company included. Tomorrow should bring more good things when I continue talking about everyone's favorite debonair movie star, Cary Grant, a man who exemplifies tall, dark and handsome to a T. The theme of my next lecture is Grant and Hitchcock (today was Grant and Hawks) and I think it'll be a gem.

I had a fabulously restful weekend. Caught up on domestic chores - clean clothes, stocked fridge and all. Spent yesterday at a very nice casual gathering thrown by some film department friends. They have a beautiful home and incredible vegetable garden. I really enjoyed myself and then we came home and Patrick and I made authentic-tasting pizza on the ever-impressive pizza stone & as promised, watched The Second Civil War to prep for my class. Otherwise I am just feeling entirely recharged after a much needed weekend. This afternoon I am planning to work on lecture, finishing watching Mystic River and then get together with my gal pal Anne before she flees Madison for a visit to her home in Hot-lanta.