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.

 
Not Dead, Doing Just Fine in Fact.

So Jack had a premonintion or a nightmare or something in which he imagined that I was dead. When I didn't return a phone call, he feared it true. He called my sister to double check that I was still alive. Well, glad to report that I am alive and well, just temporarily out of commission.

The first of two successive moving weekends is thankfully over - and nearly all of Patrick's belongings are at rest in his St. Louis apartment. At one point, I entertained the fantasy that the weekend was going to be relaxing, even imagined myself sitting poolside reading the Sunday NY Times. But that was not to be, instead, we were in a relay race with ourselves, back and forth from Target and Home Depot... more later.
posted by lmjasinski at 2:50 PM