Plastic Farm AnimalsLike 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 […]
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 we call the Bubble. […]
I live in a neighborhood with nine cats and ten people. We’re expecting two more of each. The cats have interesting names like Kome (Japanese for rice), Snouth or Snelf and Ickle Bickle. They have figured out how to live together by staking out territories. The people have thrown in with each other, are collectively […]
Another day. A day a lot like yesterday. Cold and still, until I notice the busy birds flitting around the yard. Not as gray as yesterday. Not as windy. They sky is bluer, too. It’s Christmas Eve. Or Holiday Eve, if you will. Bob and I have a little preparing to do for the big […]
…”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 accoutrement to country living […]