I got to play with intarsia - using two colors - which I haven't had time to do in awhile. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
-Kat
Friday, October 14, 2011
Blue and White
I had a bit of time to actually sit down and knit today, so I added another ornament to my collection for this year.
I got to play with intarsia - using two colors - which I haven't had time to do in awhile. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
-Kat
I got to play with intarsia - using two colors - which I haven't had time to do in awhile. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
-Kat
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Strangers
Have you ever had someone come up to you and just start talking with you, like you already know each other? I find that absolutely weird when it happens. And I wrote something.
"I think I have you in one of my classes," she said as she sat in the chair across from him.
"I have no idea who you are," he thought while making a polite reply. They fell into something of a conversation; basic subjects, and safe ones. As the conversation progressed, he was surprised to find out how much this woman was willing to share with him. He stuck to topics that could be easily found in a google search, but she seemed willing and even wishing to share secrets with him that he would only tell his cat. This conversation was becoming awkward.
He continued to listen with half his attention, and bestowed the other half on the busy coffee shop they sat in. She was going on about her most recent fight with her boyfriend, while he saw the line at the register growing steadily at a rate faster than it shrank. The espresso machine hissed every minute or so breaking the white noise of all the conversations going on around them.
He took another sip of his bitter coffee and tried again to focus on this strange woman across form him. She was gesturing wildly now, speaking about a teacher she swore was crazy. He nodded his head and made some sound come out of his mouth, but she didn't seem to be looking for a response, so he let his mind wander away again.
"Why are coffee shops always brown?" He thought, looking at the brown walls, floor, tables, and chairs. They were different shades of brown, but all very brown. He found himself staring at a swirly brown pattern in the tuning out the world around him.
"Well I should be heading out," she said, grabbing her purse and standing up. He pulled his eyes up to her, just as she was turning to go, without even a good-bye. And he realized that, as much as he knew about her now, she didn't even know her name.
- Kat
"I think I have you in one of my classes," she said as she sat in the chair across from him.
"I have no idea who you are," he thought while making a polite reply. They fell into something of a conversation; basic subjects, and safe ones. As the conversation progressed, he was surprised to find out how much this woman was willing to share with him. He stuck to topics that could be easily found in a google search, but she seemed willing and even wishing to share secrets with him that he would only tell his cat. This conversation was becoming awkward.
He continued to listen with half his attention, and bestowed the other half on the busy coffee shop they sat in. She was going on about her most recent fight with her boyfriend, while he saw the line at the register growing steadily at a rate faster than it shrank. The espresso machine hissed every minute or so breaking the white noise of all the conversations going on around them.
He took another sip of his bitter coffee and tried again to focus on this strange woman across form him. She was gesturing wildly now, speaking about a teacher she swore was crazy. He nodded his head and made some sound come out of his mouth, but she didn't seem to be looking for a response, so he let his mind wander away again.
"Why are coffee shops always brown?" He thought, looking at the brown walls, floor, tables, and chairs. They were different shades of brown, but all very brown. He found himself staring at a swirly brown pattern in the tuning out the world around him.
"Well I should be heading out," she said, grabbing her purse and standing up. He pulled his eyes up to her, just as she was turning to go, without even a good-bye. And he realized that, as much as he knew about her now, she didn't even know her name.
- Kat
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Conversations
Stuff happened today that I wasn't expecting to happen, so I wrote a haiku.
Just chatting a bit,
We should probably head home -
Two hours later.
-Kat
Just chatting a bit,
We should probably head home -
Two hours later.
-Kat
Monday, October 10, 2011
Daydream
I wrote something again.
Sitting in her usual spot - second row, next to the window - and she was taking notes of her teacher's view of Phaedra. He was gesticulating as he described the importance of the tale of the minotaur, but she was having a hard time following the movements of his hands or his words today.
She glanced out thew window at the storm. Everything was moving with the power of the wind, and the trees were shaken to thier core. Only a few people were out, clinging to thier useless umbrellas as they rushed by. She could feel the wetness of the rain running through her hair and the chill of the wind ripping into her jacket.
Now she was running through the storm, lauging, ignoring all of the responsibilites behind her. She dodged between two trees and ran straight into a deep puddle. Lauging and still running, she felt her shoes become waterlogged and felt the top of the water skim her ankles under her jeans. She was soaked through and utterly happy.
Lightning flashed to her left, and its thunder rolled over her head mere moments later. Her heart shivered, but nothing could shake her estatic joy in this moment. Finally, she stopped under a massive tree, wide enough for her to hide behind, and so full of leaves it slowed the rain. She looked out at the gray-black sky, still smiling like a fool, and sat down in the sodden grass.
She turned her head and focused back on the lecture she was supposed to be learning. She wrote down the point the teacher had just made, and realized that she had barely missed a beat.
-Kat
Sitting in her usual spot - second row, next to the window - and she was taking notes of her teacher's view of Phaedra. He was gesticulating as he described the importance of the tale of the minotaur, but she was having a hard time following the movements of his hands or his words today.
She glanced out thew window at the storm. Everything was moving with the power of the wind, and the trees were shaken to thier core. Only a few people were out, clinging to thier useless umbrellas as they rushed by. She could feel the wetness of the rain running through her hair and the chill of the wind ripping into her jacket.
Now she was running through the storm, lauging, ignoring all of the responsibilites behind her. She dodged between two trees and ran straight into a deep puddle. Lauging and still running, she felt her shoes become waterlogged and felt the top of the water skim her ankles under her jeans. She was soaked through and utterly happy.
Lightning flashed to her left, and its thunder rolled over her head mere moments later. Her heart shivered, but nothing could shake her estatic joy in this moment. Finally, she stopped under a massive tree, wide enough for her to hide behind, and so full of leaves it slowed the rain. She looked out at the gray-black sky, still smiling like a fool, and sat down in the sodden grass.
She turned her head and focused back on the lecture she was supposed to be learning. She wrote down the point the teacher had just made, and realized that she had barely missed a beat.
-Kat
Sunday, October 9, 2011
No Games No Picnics
The weather here has been beautiful for the last week or so, and I've been spending a lot more time outside - usually taking my study there. Today I was talking with a few friends about some of my time in England, and the way we could picnic almost every day because the weather was so wonderful. Having that on my mind, I made a small scrapbook of some of the time we spend outdoors in England. The first pictures are from a picnic in the Magdalene College Fellows Garden where there was a sign posted saying "No games, no picnics." We had to ignore that rule, because it was so lovely.
-Kat
-Kat
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Today
Today I spent the majority of the day finishing my first draft of my 15 page yoga paper. That means I didn't have time to do much creatively. What I did come up with is three haikus about my day.
I'm spending hours
Writing in a coffee shop -
so many pages.
Driving through campus
I'm thinking "Oh God, oh god -
We're all gonna die."
Walking in the dark
The library full of light,
It's very empty.
-Kat
P.S. Bonus points if you get the reference in the second haiku.
I'm spending hours
Writing in a coffee shop -
so many pages.
Driving through campus
I'm thinking "Oh God, oh god -
We're all gonna die."
Walking in the dark
The library full of light,
It's very empty.
-Kat
P.S. Bonus points if you get the reference in the second haiku.
Friday, October 7, 2011
Sunrise
This is another one of those grab bag stories - three random photos and two random names.
It was a long walk from the center of town, but William and Stacey enjoyed the cool air of the pre-dawn shadows. The road wound between hills, bringing new views every fifty feet or so. The trees here were so many colors as fall finally descended. Some trees remained green, while others burst into every shade between bright yellow, rust red, and pale brown.
"How long do you think it will take?" asked Stacey, breaking their thoughtful silence.
Shrugging, William answered, "With us doing the work, we'll have that old barn fixed up in no time."
Stacey laughed. "Well if I take into account your general bravado, that'll still only be a few weeks - I'm so excited to see it done." He laughed as well, but valiantly defended his plans of finishing all the work within the next couple of days.
Finally they arrived at the old, broken-down barn at the end of the road. The sun rose from behind one of the hills and bathed the area in light. That light showed the barn in every creaky detail. The hinges on the open doors were rusting off, the large puddle on the floor pointed out a leak or two in the roof, and one of the windows was cracked while all of them were caked with grime.
"Okay," William said, his bravado still behind his words, "a week tops." Stacey laughed again.
"If you want to get this done in a week, we won't be able to sleep. Just let it take time, and we'll get it done eventually." They both walked closer to the barn, envisioning it clean, bright, and full of people.
"This is going to be wonderful," sighed Stacey. "We should have it done in time for Christmas morning."
"We should have a sunrise service," cried William, running around the puddle to the back of the main area. "The altar will be here, and once those windows are clean, the sun will come straight in there."
Walking slowly in William's wake, Stacey looked around, seeing everything this space could be. "It's going to be a beautiful church. I can't wait for all our neighbors to be able to join us."
Together they walked back to the doors to get started. "It will be beautiful, and we'll be done in less than two weeks," announced William, bounding ahead to grab their tools.
-Kat
It was a long walk from the center of town, but William and Stacey enjoyed the cool air of the pre-dawn shadows. The road wound between hills, bringing new views every fifty feet or so. The trees here were so many colors as fall finally descended. Some trees remained green, while others burst into every shade between bright yellow, rust red, and pale brown.
"How long do you think it will take?" asked Stacey, breaking their thoughtful silence.
Shrugging, William answered, "With us doing the work, we'll have that old barn fixed up in no time."
Stacey laughed. "Well if I take into account your general bravado, that'll still only be a few weeks - I'm so excited to see it done." He laughed as well, but valiantly defended his plans of finishing all the work within the next couple of days.
Finally they arrived at the old, broken-down barn at the end of the road. The sun rose from behind one of the hills and bathed the area in light. That light showed the barn in every creaky detail. The hinges on the open doors were rusting off, the large puddle on the floor pointed out a leak or two in the roof, and one of the windows was cracked while all of them were caked with grime.
"Okay," William said, his bravado still behind his words, "a week tops." Stacey laughed again.
"If you want to get this done in a week, we won't be able to sleep. Just let it take time, and we'll get it done eventually." They both walked closer to the barn, envisioning it clean, bright, and full of people.
"This is going to be wonderful," sighed Stacey. "We should have it done in time for Christmas morning."
"We should have a sunrise service," cried William, running around the puddle to the back of the main area. "The altar will be here, and once those windows are clean, the sun will come straight in there."
Walking slowly in William's wake, Stacey looked around, seeing everything this space could be. "It's going to be a beautiful church. I can't wait for all our neighbors to be able to join us."
Together they walked back to the doors to get started. "It will be beautiful, and we'll be done in less than two weeks," announced William, bounding ahead to grab their tools.
-Kat
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