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.

 
It's been ages, but today, I feel like a work machine. I've revived a tradition of old - going to the computer lab and sitting down in front of a nice, big screen to go to work and not look up until I've broken ground on the three big papers that will make or break the semester -- my head is a swim with Mizoguchi stylistics, Almodovar plot construction, and Nazis at Warner Bros. Today needs to be a big day.

posted by lmjasinski at 10:36 AM