Thursday, February 24, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
la bombe
I gave a presentation this morning in my French class on a bomb which was found by construction workers in a quarter of Paris on January 27th.
The bomb was 500 kilos...and get this, it's from World War II. During the war, France was occupied by Germany and the Allies bombed a certain automobile factory...owned by Renault...which was producing cars for the Nazis.
They dropped hundreds of bombs, including a few which still haven't detonated.
Soooo 6,000 people were evacuated on February 6th as the french bomb squad defused this big old bomb. Sweet.
Currently listening to Home by Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeroes
xoxo
Caitlin
caitlinboyd72@gmail.com
Monday, February 7, 2011
Alley ways
It's nice to have predictably sometimes, to have personal rituals that restore us or stand as an island when life is crazy.
On Mondays and Wednesdays, I spend a few hours in my favorite coffee shop, tucked away in an alley off the Ave. It's quiet, it's spacious, it's cozily predictable.
I order my brewed coffee and apple fritter,
Stamp my punch card (feeling a little like Dad),
and get my fill of people-watching through the bay windows.
The boy in the leather jacket, who plays his guitar outside in between smoke breaks, recognizes me now. And the barista has my mug warm when I get to the cash register...ready for medium roast.
I think I've found a niche.
And like that island, Allegro absorbs me when midterms and assignments loom, when I'm full of indecision, or I just need a cup of Seattle beauty. Cheers.
Currently listening to Far by Sea Fever
xoxo
Caitlin
caitlinboyd72@gmail.com
On Mondays and Wednesdays, I spend a few hours in my favorite coffee shop, tucked away in an alley off the Ave. It's quiet, it's spacious, it's cozily predictable.
I order my brewed coffee and apple fritter,
Stamp my punch card (feeling a little like Dad),
and get my fill of people-watching through the bay windows.
The boy in the leather jacket, who plays his guitar outside in between smoke breaks, recognizes me now. And the barista has my mug warm when I get to the cash register...ready for medium roast.
I think I've found a niche.
And like that island, Allegro absorbs me when midterms and assignments loom, when I'm full of indecision, or I just need a cup of Seattle beauty. Cheers.
Currently listening to Far by Sea Fever
xoxo
Caitlin
caitlinboyd72@gmail.com
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
gray skies and poetry
Through Ash
The thing about us
that will make us unlike anyone else
is that we are built
on a foundation of sadness, and a foundation of struggle
on endurance.
Our love grew through the hardest times.
We are the new growth after the fire has cleared the forest
pushing through the ashes of the life that lived before us
and starting new.
We are the uncurling fern
wrapped tight upon ourselves
slowly showing the world and
the light above that is filtering through the clouds
our arms outstretched.
We are built on the singed remains
of silent secrets that we finally
finally set fire to.
We are the virgin stems
and unspoiled leaves
we are the green beating hearts inside new growth.
The sound of our heart’s beat
echoes across the charred
and empty wasteland of all that’s been
burned down.
The thing about us
is that we will never stop growing.
As we burst slowly into the blue skies
like explosions in slow motion
our fingers like vines
will wrap around each other
and twisted we will reach for the
light above. Together.
In this twist and in this shared
spiral upwards
we grow strong.
We will be the contrast,
the green against the black on gray
the new against the shining and crumbling
pieces of the old.
The burning of our wait and the
metamorphosis that shows
all others the colors we’ve been hiding,
the life that only the flames
and only the ashes
could produce.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Currently listening to: Love Song by Macklemore
xoxo
Caitlin
caitlinboyd72@gmail.com
The thing about us
that will make us unlike anyone else
is that we are built
on a foundation of sadness, and a foundation of struggle
on endurance.
Our love grew through the hardest times.
We are the new growth after the fire has cleared the forest
pushing through the ashes of the life that lived before us
and starting new.
We are the uncurling fern
wrapped tight upon ourselves
slowly showing the world and
the light above that is filtering through the clouds
our arms outstretched.
We are built on the singed remains
of silent secrets that we finally
finally set fire to.
We are the virgin stems
and unspoiled leaves
we are the green beating hearts inside new growth.
The sound of our heart’s beat
echoes across the charred
and empty wasteland of all that’s been
burned down.
The thing about us
is that we will never stop growing.
As we burst slowly into the blue skies
like explosions in slow motion
our fingers like vines
will wrap around each other
and twisted we will reach for the
light above. Together.
In this twist and in this shared
spiral upwards
we grow strong.
We will be the contrast,
the green against the black on gray
the new against the shining and crumbling
pieces of the old.
The burning of our wait and the
metamorphosis that shows
all others the colors we’ve been hiding,
the life that only the flames
and only the ashes
could produce.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Currently listening to: Love Song by Macklemore
xoxo
Caitlin
caitlinboyd72@gmail.com
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