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Dec. 1st, 2008 | 09:53 pm
Last Saturday we were off to my housemates girlfriend's house for her birthday party. It was all about her favorite things, and thus one was supposed to dress in their favorite clothes and bring their favorite food or beverage. Me and several housemates pile into a car and stop at the local bodega for our fave foods, then to the liquor store for fave drink.
We arrive and Noche, the 'joint custody cat' who dwells part time at our house is walking down the sidewalk. A chorus of "hey noch-ay!" "hey noch" "hey kitty!" rings out, but goes unacknowledged by the princely brat cat. I assume that he is pissed about all the company.
It is a sweet group house with a shoes off policy. Everyone seems to know this as it is a very stylish showing of socks. I wore my electric purple and black striped ones for the occasion. But I was certainly out done by a couple of homemade styles.
The spread was intense. These hippies know how to mange. There was some sushi and popcorn and chips and chocolate. But someone made brussel sprouts that were the sweetest most tender I ever ate. One guy brought vegan collard greens. I was skeptical, being somewhat of a southern boy at heart and know that bacon grease makes them good. He used onion and oil and they were damn tasty too. He said, a light frost had hit them last night at his place up in Glouster, but as the sun hit them they perked right back up. Fresh from his garden, the frost must have sweetened them. One of the tribal dancers brought fresh baked herb bread she made. So good! There was a variety of wine and gourmet beers and ales to wash it down.
I noticed some people were missing, and sure enough I found them in the 3rd floor jam room. It was an impromptu thing, and as I entered I was invited to grab a drum and join in. I only got to play one jam before my housemate was there telling me they were going.
Apparently there was a second party to hit. We bundle up and head out. The next place is closer to home, and the party unit cleaves as the driver and another head home after dropping us off. This was another nifty house. This place was an apartment in a nice old house. We find a small party already in progress, wine bottles open and a small assortment of food on the kitchen table. My housemate and I get settled and take ourselves on a self guided tour of the flat. He notes its pretty much the same vibe as the party we had left. I offer that this place is swankier, not as relaxing. The back room looks as if it is lawyers office or maybe a therapist. The original dark wood trim is still there framing a glass paneled book case. There are two nice formal couches. The only thing that begins to soften the formality is a small Indian style lamp and some small Tibetan prayer flags hanging on one wall. The connecting room has a grand piano and a small black leather love seat. The front room has a nice big white couch, a dark wood bench used as a coffee table and a rocking chair. Housemate takes the rocking chair and I sit on the couch with two women. These two turn out to be healers, very new agey on the DNA and multi dimensional level. I would learn that I am sitting next to to earth sign sisters, a Taurus and a Capricorn. Its amazing because the Taurus is young and super spacey and airy. She pulls that eye contact holding thing on me. I usually like it, but with this girl it un-nerves me. The Capricorn I recognize before she does me. I know her from my old drum circle back in RI. I take the opportunity to pick these healers brains about attracting girls that need healing. The set me straight on the fact of the lessons to be learned. Its always an opportunity to learn. And how these relationships are mirrors.
I retreat to the kitchen, Oh my, the most decadent raw vegan "cheese" cake was offered to me. So rich. I wash it down with some more wine, while I talk to a guy who lives in a yurt in New Hampshire. I notice a shelf has the most amazing stocks for raw food. There is all the cacao and maca and other superfoods. There was a syrup sweetener I never heard of before. Many ingredients were all in a neat line of glass jars. This is to be expected as the hostess is a light worker and holistic nutritionist. Then this guy I am mildly acquainted with greets me. He puts his hand on my shoulder and becomes puzzled. "Oh, thats not right." He begins to massage my shoulders and do energy work on them. In an instant with very little touching, he goes right to my eternal problem area behind my shoulder blades. He apologizes for having two beers and being drunk. I appreciate his efforts. He works some kinda magic, because with very little contact, he relaxes my upper back. He mutters something about an old injury behind my right shoulder blade, he is right. He tries to get a knot deep behind my left shoulder blade. "oh, thats deep. If I only had my table, I could fix you right up." When I ask how he locates knots with very little contact, he goes on to tell me how I hold all my stress between my shoulders. And other peoples energy too. When I inquire about other peoples energy, he steps back from that statement a bit. But he offers, that we take in other peoples energies and hold them as our own. Knowing how sympathetic I am, I gather he is correct about that.
Before you know it, its nearly 2am. My remaining housemates want to walk home later, so I score a ride with the guy who made the collard greens. Turns out he is a landscape architect who intends on making landscape integrated into the buildings lifestyle. For instance, schools could use the land around them as gardens, and also teach cooking integrating the agriculture and cooking arts. Then you can dove tail languages into the mix and teach Spanish as you study Spanish cuisine. I mention the invasive Norweigan maples we have on our collectives property (others have already said to remove these weedy trees). He first waxes PC and warns me on vilifying plant. "We brought plants here from all over the world. Some are able to thrive and are finding a place in this ecosystem. But yeah, Norweigan Maples are weedy trees, cut them down and grow some fruit trees on your property." Me and the driver laugh at this abrupt change of tone.
Back at the collective, the collard greens dude takes a quick look at our lot, under an icy star filled sky. He wants to come by for a consultation on how to improve our landscape. Yet another ally in making our commune more sustainable.
We arrive and Noche, the 'joint custody cat' who dwells part time at our house is walking down the sidewalk. A chorus of "hey noch-ay!" "hey noch" "hey kitty!" rings out, but goes unacknowledged by the princely brat cat. I assume that he is pissed about all the company.
It is a sweet group house with a shoes off policy. Everyone seems to know this as it is a very stylish showing of socks. I wore my electric purple and black striped ones for the occasion. But I was certainly out done by a couple of homemade styles.
The spread was intense. These hippies know how to mange. There was some sushi and popcorn and chips and chocolate. But someone made brussel sprouts that were the sweetest most tender I ever ate. One guy brought vegan collard greens. I was skeptical, being somewhat of a southern boy at heart and know that bacon grease makes them good. He used onion and oil and they were damn tasty too. He said, a light frost had hit them last night at his place up in Glouster, but as the sun hit them they perked right back up. Fresh from his garden, the frost must have sweetened them. One of the tribal dancers brought fresh baked herb bread she made. So good! There was a variety of wine and gourmet beers and ales to wash it down.
I noticed some people were missing, and sure enough I found them in the 3rd floor jam room. It was an impromptu thing, and as I entered I was invited to grab a drum and join in. I only got to play one jam before my housemate was there telling me they were going.
Apparently there was a second party to hit. We bundle up and head out. The next place is closer to home, and the party unit cleaves as the driver and another head home after dropping us off. This was another nifty house. This place was an apartment in a nice old house. We find a small party already in progress, wine bottles open and a small assortment of food on the kitchen table. My housemate and I get settled and take ourselves on a self guided tour of the flat. He notes its pretty much the same vibe as the party we had left. I offer that this place is swankier, not as relaxing. The back room looks as if it is lawyers office or maybe a therapist. The original dark wood trim is still there framing a glass paneled book case. There are two nice formal couches. The only thing that begins to soften the formality is a small Indian style lamp and some small Tibetan prayer flags hanging on one wall. The connecting room has a grand piano and a small black leather love seat. The front room has a nice big white couch, a dark wood bench used as a coffee table and a rocking chair. Housemate takes the rocking chair and I sit on the couch with two women. These two turn out to be healers, very new agey on the DNA and multi dimensional level. I would learn that I am sitting next to to earth sign sisters, a Taurus and a Capricorn. Its amazing because the Taurus is young and super spacey and airy. She pulls that eye contact holding thing on me. I usually like it, but with this girl it un-nerves me. The Capricorn I recognize before she does me. I know her from my old drum circle back in RI. I take the opportunity to pick these healers brains about attracting girls that need healing. The set me straight on the fact of the lessons to be learned. Its always an opportunity to learn. And how these relationships are mirrors.
I retreat to the kitchen, Oh my, the most decadent raw vegan "cheese" cake was offered to me. So rich. I wash it down with some more wine, while I talk to a guy who lives in a yurt in New Hampshire. I notice a shelf has the most amazing stocks for raw food. There is all the cacao and maca and other superfoods. There was a syrup sweetener I never heard of before. Many ingredients were all in a neat line of glass jars. This is to be expected as the hostess is a light worker and holistic nutritionist. Then this guy I am mildly acquainted with greets me. He puts his hand on my shoulder and becomes puzzled. "Oh, thats not right." He begins to massage my shoulders and do energy work on them. In an instant with very little touching, he goes right to my eternal problem area behind my shoulder blades. He apologizes for having two beers and being drunk. I appreciate his efforts. He works some kinda magic, because with very little contact, he relaxes my upper back. He mutters something about an old injury behind my right shoulder blade, he is right. He tries to get a knot deep behind my left shoulder blade. "oh, thats deep. If I only had my table, I could fix you right up." When I ask how he locates knots with very little contact, he goes on to tell me how I hold all my stress between my shoulders. And other peoples energy too. When I inquire about other peoples energy, he steps back from that statement a bit. But he offers, that we take in other peoples energies and hold them as our own. Knowing how sympathetic I am, I gather he is correct about that.
Before you know it, its nearly 2am. My remaining housemates want to walk home later, so I score a ride with the guy who made the collard greens. Turns out he is a landscape architect who intends on making landscape integrated into the buildings lifestyle. For instance, schools could use the land around them as gardens, and also teach cooking integrating the agriculture and cooking arts. Then you can dove tail languages into the mix and teach Spanish as you study Spanish cuisine. I mention the invasive Norweigan maples we have on our collectives property (others have already said to remove these weedy trees). He first waxes PC and warns me on vilifying plant. "We brought plants here from all over the world. Some are able to thrive and are finding a place in this ecosystem. But yeah, Norweigan Maples are weedy trees, cut them down and grow some fruit trees on your property." Me and the driver laugh at this abrupt change of tone.
Back at the collective, the collard greens dude takes a quick look at our lot, under an icy star filled sky. He wants to come by for a consultation on how to improve our landscape. Yet another ally in making our commune more sustainable.
