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.

 
My coffee tastes like dishwater. I feel a panic attack coming on when I look at this insurmountable pile of reading acculmiating on the corner of my desk. This weekend, I guess I just lost track of time and did more socializing than I normally do - I didn't sleep enough and my productivity suffered. No such thing as a balance between work and play anymore, unless I define play as getting to bed early and never going out with friends.

I saw Wimbeldon, cheap thrills and some problems, but a satisfying rom-com. Kirsten Dunst is the biggest scam going these days in H-wood town. Can anyone actually prove that she knows how to act? Additionally, I made three trips to Cinematheque and out of the four movies I watched, there was only one good one in the mix. Therefore, if you ever have the opportunity to see Ozu's That Night's Wife, Sirk's Little Rascal or a 1980 German film called Charlotte S. promise me that you'll run screaming away as fast as you can. I don't think my conscience could handle anyone else having to endure these disconcertingly unwatchable films.

This week seems impossible and it's before 10am on a Monday morning. That can't be good.
posted by lmjasinski at 9:39 AM