the female gaze

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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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Thursday, September 16, 2004
 
Yeah, I am a slug. What's your point?

I just came from a film class in which Raymond Bellour was the subject of the day. His way of describing classical film (i.e. the Hollywood recipe) is basically as follows - a series of very regularized repeating elements with ever-so-slight variations to move the narrative along and keep the audience interested. Without being too technical or medium-specific, let's just grant that this model seems to sum up my life pretty sufficiently.

Life is basically the same as it ever was. Patrick visited me for the weekend and in honor of that, we succeeded in being lazy and having a mundane weekend, which was fine by me. The week has been a blurring of grading the first batch of my students' speeches, going through the motions, reading, watching an Ozu double feature, Hitchcock's The Birds, Almodovar's Tie Me Up! Tie Me Down! and Hawks' The Big Sleep. I got my SCMS proposal off to the conference organizers in a frenzied rush on Monday, but I got it off, assuming that if the paper is accepted, I have months to 1) become an expert on Jean-Pierre Jeunet 2) develop a coherent and convincing argument about his films related to international distribution.

This week, I watched a tremendously exciting episode of the Amazing Race and looking forward to the start of Survivor, presuming I get home in time.

The new apartment is still great. The weather is beginning to change. This morning definitely feels like fall, just the same, my allergies have been worse than ever before in my life, an annoying, persistent condition.

Anyway, Ozu reading calls... class in two hours and many pages to go...