Severing the lifeline connecting me to society

Twin Oaks is having it's big 40th anniversary celebration.  But I've grown so alienated and embittered towards this community that I don't feel like celebrating.  It's sad, because all stupid bullshit aside, Twin Oaks is a really amazing place and I have learned more in my one year here than I have in any other year of my life.  I just can't see the good in this place anymore...

My dad is coming down during anniversary to pick up my things and see me off.  My girlfriend is also coming down for anniversary.  I expect it will be awkward having them both around...

In other news, my house-sitting gig got called off.  I was kind of pissed about it.  However, the good news is that I might end up house-sitting for some other ex-members, instead.  Their house is about a 10 minute walk from the D.C. metro.  So, if I luck out and end up house-sitting for them, I should enjoy some good city living in the process.  This is a good thing, because (for some reason which remains a mystery to me) I've been craving city life, lately.  I'll keep my fingers crossed...

If I don't get this house-sitting gig, then I'll probably end up staying at Acorn for awhile until I can find a WWOOF farm to stay at.  However, I really hope I get this house-sitting gig.  I need a break from living in the country...

Peace, love, and all that good stuff,
-Bubble Fiddle

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The Last Rites of Bokononism

(adapted from the book Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut)

"God made mud.
God got lonesome.
So God said to some of the mud, “Sit up!”
“See all I’ve made,” said God, “the hills, the sea, the sky, the stars.”
And I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around.
Lucky me, lucky mud.
I, mud, sat up and saw what a nice job God had done.
Nice going, God.
Nobody but you could have done it, God! I certainly couldn’t have.
I feel very unimportant compared to You.
The only way I can feel the least bit important is to think of all the mud that didn’t even get to sit up and look around.
I got so much, and most mud got so little.
Thank you for the honor!
Now mud lies down again and goes to sleep.
What memories for mud to have!
What interesting other kinds of sitting-up mud I met!
I loved everything I saw!
Good night.
I will go to heaven now.
I can hardly wait…
To find out for certain what my wampeter was…
And who was in my karass…
And all the good things our karass did for you.
Amen."

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My girlfriend left the commune, yesterday.  In addition, my best friend on the commune (a wonderful individual by the name of Bok Choy) left that same day.  As though this was not sad enough, two of my other really close friends here (Bob and Rae) left a couple days beforehand.  There are too many faces missing at dinner, these days.  And soon, I will leave as well.

On a more positive note, I have recently stumbled upon a wonderful housesitting opportunity.  Kristen’s friends, Willow and Crow, need someone to take care of their cats and mow their lawn for eight weeks, while they’re away.  And it looks like I will be that person.  And, in exchange, I will have a free place to stay for eight weeks.  Sweet…

Peace,

-Bubble Fiddle

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