Reading zen's journal

Well, I guess I, like Majic, is popping back to see what's up, and what's new. Things are a little more stable for me these days.
I just moved to Providence--the one in RI; well, moved again in ole Pvd. I moved here in Dec, and it was pretty much chaos since then, at the house on Pleasant, having 3 roommates, and the coderie of characters who'd stream-by at all times of the day, or night. The door was, quite literally, always open. I'll have to post on some of the whacky nutty things from living over there.
I moved out of there on the first of this month. Things are much more calm and stable these days.
Wow, it's been a while since I was here last posting, stalking doesn't count.
Pretty much the whole summer I had no e-life, to speak of. During the grow season I'm outdoors trying to get things to grow...and also trying to make money.
One of the things I've been doing is building greenhouses, or at least planning to make our so-called sunhouses. Our scheme was put on hold by my (business) partner d'Spazio, (who can indeed be a spaz) decided he wanted to try his hand at farming. So that experiment is still waiting to unfurl and find the final verdict, as we still have to harvest the bulk of our acre. But now that it's getting Autumn: in addition to other plans giving-way, he's rethinking that old plan anew, with some interesting progressions.
So far we've got a small harvest of sugar pumpkins, the New England Pie, variety. Our whole batch of 30, or so was sold to a restaurant, about 2 wks ago. We also harvested aload of beans: black, lima, calypso. Those went to a friend who turned them all into an amazing 4-alarm chili.
I've forgotten some experience farming/harvesting now, and my partner has gained experience using motorized farm equipt...he's used to doing everything by hand tools--can you imagine?
I'm going to have to supply some links to pictures of the sunhouse at Fertile Underground. We're in the process of putting a new roof on it. The old one was only temporary, when we built it last yr.
Our next project is to install a cobb wall on the backside; cobb being earthen clay. Cobb acts as a heat-sink (a/k/a/ thermal mass). We are harvesting the constituent clay on a riverbed somewhere between Pottersville, and Clayville. These are actual township names, I kid you not. Do you think they might have some clay deposits there?
We've been going around looking for so-called urbanite for the foundation of the wall. Urbanite, basically, is the concrete that gets ripped-up when they remove sidewalks, etc. Not only is there an actual name for that stuff, but they sell it to people. Well, no. They're not selling it to us. We're going around the city picking-up all the "urbanite" that we come across.
I'm shaking my head thinking how much work I'd done on the greenhouse, and at Fertile Underground in general, that I've never mentioned to you guys. I've been truly amiss in my duties.
I think part of it may be that I'm not good at "tooting my own horn", so to speak. But part of it is, I just kinda forget get involved in other people's stuff, and helping others, that I just forget myself, and isolate, and don't write anything, and don't post anywhere.
Writing is, in some sense, mental masturbation. But it's one in which others can join-in. Then it turns into mutual mental intercourse. It's a way of being social, healing, centering.
Sometimes, i must confess, that doesn't interest me. Sometimes I prefer my imbalance, and the dizzying and disorientating effect it has on me; kinda like drinking.
So now I'm sober.
Just for today.
Thanks for coming, it gets greater later.

I'll keep coming.

Once Fred Neitszche declared God is Dead, f*ck became the most important word in the English languag

You have been busy. Congratulations on selling the whole crop of pumpkins. That's wonderful. :)

I really enjoy the way you write. Reading this makes me miss this organic farm we spent almost 3 years living at.
I miss the gardens, I miss the groves of trees. It was the first place I'd ever seen fireflies. I remember one night, my honey grabbed me by the hand and said "come with me".
He led me on this kind of over grown driveway through one of the groves of trees and there in the field were thousands of fire flies, twinkling. It was like looking at a night sky populated with green stars. It was gorgous....
Seems your writing has stirred some pleasnt memories for me.:)

I look at ideas that seem to fall by the way side as not being abandoned, but rather taken to a work shop so that the bugs can be worked out.

Having roommates is a tricky thing. The right group of people and it's wonderful. But the wrong mix is aweful and extreemly stressful. I'm glad you found a place that is working good for you. :)