had a good evening! :)
first of all, i just want to say that my roommate nisee is an AMAZING artist and a wonderful human being. i am very proud of her! :D
went to her performance art exhibition tonight and loved not only her pieces but ALL of the participants. wonderful.
then, as i was walking back to the engineering parking structure, i noticed an odd sound, like trickling water, coming from behind a hedge. mildly curious, i walked around and saw that the sound was coming from a large, pefectly square grate in the grass. each side was probably over a yard long. its parameter was thick concrete. it was too dark to see what laid beneath the grating. At first, i thought that there was running water underneath it, but about halfway there i realized that the sound was being created by the big, dead leaves stuck upright between the slats of the grate. By the time i saw that they were moving, i was already upon the grate, and was greeted by a surprise of hot air drafting up out of the dark depths. I stood on the concrete border, peering futilely at the inscrutable, unlikely origins of this heat and wind that made the leaves dance and sing.
went to her performance art exhibition tonight and loved not only her pieces but ALL of the participants. wonderful.
then, as i was walking back to the engineering parking structure, i noticed an odd sound, like trickling water, coming from behind a hedge. mildly curious, i walked around and saw that the sound was coming from a large, pefectly square grate in the grass. each side was probably over a yard long. its parameter was thick concrete. it was too dark to see what laid beneath the grating. At first, i thought that there was running water underneath it, but about halfway there i realized that the sound was being created by the big, dead leaves stuck upright between the slats of the grate. By the time i saw that they were moving, i was already upon the grate, and was greeted by a surprise of hot air drafting up out of the dark depths. I stood on the concrete border, peering futilely at the inscrutable, unlikely origins of this heat and wind that made the leaves dance and sing.