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Like a post-apocalyptic zombie, the community that once was Oilseed continues to limp along in a deathlike state. Outrageous tales of unresolved conflict and violations of trust make their way down the road with disturbing regularity, often accompanied by tears. It pains us to watch. We try to help by giving advice and offering to mediate. [...] What we thought would happen This may be the last time I write about Oilseed Community. For years we thought Oilseed would die when the bulldozers came but that isn’t what happened. In 2001, when the original lease was negotiated, it opened up much-needed affordable housing and provided a revenue stream to support the broader community [...] Haybale – Oilseed Community, July 2008 …”Hayseed”. There I said it. Many of us “Oilseeders” have been musing lately about the past (and future) of Oilseed Community. The original order with the cosmic waiter, as I understand it, was for our small community of three houses to demonstrate the feasibility of growing an oilseed crop as an [...] I never actually expect winter to happen. After living in the tropics for eight years, I kind of got out of the habit. I’ve heard people say that we don’t really have winter in the south, but that’s not my reality. I know that North Carolina is considered part of “The South” but it feels like [...] Last night at 7:25, Bob reminded himself to bring his flashlight and I slipped my camera in my pocket. Then we picked up a pot of pasta and beans, headed out the door, and walked down the driveway to the house where Jessi, Ian, Greg and Jack live. The Sunday night potluck is one way our [...] Link’s house mate, Simon has twice startled me by entering a room wearing a cow’s pelvis on his head. Masks don’t generally sit well with me and when Simon appears in this get up, It gives me the heebie jeebies. I try to pretend that it is just Simon in his bone outfit. I try to [...] Matt got a new camcorder and brought it by Camelina the other night. At the same time, Ian dropped by with the good news that he had passed the big test, allowing him to move forward with his Ph.D. So, over peanuts and beers, they filmed this trial short. Something tells me this is just the beginning… It appears you can make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear if you try hard enough. One starts by changing the name. In the case of “The Trailer,” it took about twenty hours of Bob’s hard work before I would even consider living there. He wiped down the walls, shampooed the carpets, killed the [...] |
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