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Perspective

I was just replying to a friend's page, and I was inspired to write about a visit I made to a beautiful place in southern Tennessee.  This peaceful, intentional community is called The Sequatchie Valley Institute at Moonshadow.  We were there for a gathering called Food For Life; a coming together of people for the purpose of teaching others (and each other) about ways to produce food locally, healthily and with local resources.   Workshops included participatory fermentation of many kinds - beer, wine, mead (honey wine), champagne, miso, pickling, sauerkraut, sourdough, tempeh, chocolate (xocolatl) and others; medicinal herbs and herbalism - including a demonstration talk on tinctures and other preparations; wild foraging; Biodynamics; edible landscaping and principles of Permaculture; canning, preservation and storage.

 

The rates for the workshops are very reasonable, provided you can get there (it took a little over six hours by car from Cincinnati, Ohio - but there was some bad traffic).  People came from as far away as southern Argentina.

 

One concept which I must pass on before I go to bed is Wild Fermentation. 

This concept is approximately as old as human culture itself. 

Sometime after people (I'll leave the evolution or creation arguement to you) came to be, a person came across a beehive in the hollow of an old tree.  They had likely seen beehives before, being observant;  however, this hive was different.  A storm had come the week before, and rain had washed the bees out (they had subsequently swarmed and started a hive somewhere new).  Left behind, soaked with clean rainwater, was the product of long hours of labor by the (all-female) workforce.  Now, a week or so later, it had begun to emit a pleasing and distinctly floral aroma - in fact this may have been what attracted the human in the beginning.  Investigating further, the person found that the flavor also was agreeable and produced a hide bag tied at the mouth with sinew.  Scooping as much of the liquid into the sack as possible, they hurried off home to show their (wife, husband, neighbour, tribal leader, etc).  Or maybe they didn't.  Maybe it was SO good they tried a bit more, and discovered that there was another issue at hand.  The delicious, lightly fizzy brew made them feel like they had never felt before, and a long period of contemplation ensued. 

 

 

Whatever happened next, fermentation had been discovered, and it affected every culture to some degree from then until now.

 

Wild fermentation is called so because yeasts (the life forms responsible for transforming starchy or sugary foods into alcohol) exist all around us every single moment of our lives.  All that needs to be done is to attract them with a food source.

 

Just for starters (and because I'm tired), here's a simple mead recipe for you to try.

It's actually from a t'ej (Ethiopian Honey Wine) recipe, but who's arguing?

 

Dilute one part of your favourite honey in four parts warm, clean (chlorine-free please) water.  Water may be simmered for ten to fifteen minutes to remove the chlorine. 

It helps to have a CROCK (straight-sided cylindrical ceramic jar for food or liquids) which is half again the capacity of your liquid measure (to allow for frothing).  YOU can use a clean five-gallon bucket for all I care, but I'll stick to ceramic.

 

A quick chat here about critical mass- if you have too little liquid, you won't reach critical mass (fizziness, to cut a long story very, very short).  Aim for a total of at least a gallon.  Two gallons works well.  Remember you'll need a three-gallon container for two gallons of liquid.

 

DO NOT USE METAL: EITHER FOR THE CONTAINER OR YOUR UTENSILS

Acids can dissolve metals, creating a health hazard.  Use a plastic or a wooden spoon to stir with.

An option here is to pour in a pint or so of organic fruit (I like blackberries and blueberries).  This acts as a "kicker" and provides your honey/water with some natural yeast right away.

This step is not necessary, however, as the wild yeasts in the air all around you will be drawn to the sugars.

Cover the crock with a layer of muslin, cheesecloth, clean dishtowel, etc against flies and other beasties.

 

Stir the mixture as often as you can remember - literally - I doubt there's such a thing as too much, but there might be such a thing as too little.  Every half an hour to an hour is a good goal, at first, but you don't have to be obsessive about it. 

Now comes critical mass.

After a relatively short period of time (one to three days in warmer climates;  probably no more than a week in cooler areas), you will observe bubbles beginning to break the surface, especially when you stir.  After that point the activity will increase until a certain limit is reached.  This limit signals the peak production of alcohol by your friends, the yeast.  From here, the bubbles will gradually subside and the mead will appear more or less flat, although you will still see action when you stir.  From here, you can either drink your T'ej / mead immediately for a young, fresh and quite fizzy aperitif, or you can decant it (pour the clear liquid into a container, leaving behind the dregs) into a small necked bottle -check the size - and buy an airlock from a brewery supply store for a dollar or so.  Decanting goes more smoothly if you have a funnel or a sterile rubber hose (also at the brew store).  The airlock is a little rubber stopper with a plastic tube poked through it.  The tube has a cup at the top, and you pour water in the cup and drop a cap over the tube.. oh, for goodness sake, the guy in the brew store will show you.

 

So much for a simple recipe, see how much I care about you??

 

No matter what, taste must be your guide.  That doesn't mean you'll always love what you taste, but maybe you'll expand your horizons.

 

Namaste,

 

Steve

 

 
 
   
 

Microsoft Sucks and Other Missives
Okay, the Lorelei update... 

Kelli did go over and see her the other night, and called me back afterward.  We talked for quite a while about her aunt's situation, and she's in agreement with me that there's a lot of co-dependency at play in her current actions.  Kelli said that Lor apparently was not aware of just how much she hurt me last fall, and her guilt over that was behind her abrupt ending of our call.

The following day, Lor apologized to me for her behavior on the phone.  (But not, you'll note, for her behavior last fall.  I guess she's still not owning up to that.)  Nevertheless, over the ensuing day or two, we talked more, and I can't say much has improved.  Or maybe it has.  It's really difficult to tell.

I'm just not going to worry about it, really.  That's easier said than done, of course, but I can't be an enabler for her.  She's got to learn the coping skills that a normal person needs to survive in this world, and she just doesn't have them.  Relying on me isn't going to give them to her.



In other news, I recently downloaded newer versions of a couple software programs.  One is Microsoft's Internet Explorer web browser.  I got version 7.

Then I noticed that one of my websites doesn't display normally in it.  And no, it has nothing to do with my scripting.  It appears just fine in previous versions of MSIE, not to mention every other browser on the planet.  The site uses a three-frame interface, with the top frame holding a banner logo, the narrow left frame holding the table of contents list, and the large main frame holding the body (including the display of whatever table of contents list item you click on.)  But something about MSIE 7 causes the contents to display in that narrow left frame, rather than the main body frame.

That is, of course, fucked up.

So I've put a disclaimer in big-ass letters telling visitors that the site will look retarded in MSIE 7.  And then I switched to Firefox.

The other upgrade I got was Windows Media Player 11.  (Yes, beware... another Microsoft product.)  And this version is such a radical departure from previous versions... I dunno.  Its main upgrade is that it's very graphic intensive.  If you're looking at your library, it'll show you album art for each of the groups you've got in there.  You might be thinking, "Well, that's cool!"  Yeah, it is.  Unless you've got more than 4000 songs on your computer, as I do.  Then it gets ridiculously cumbersome.  So I turned off that feature.

But here's something else I think is idiotic.  When you've added songs to the "now playing" list, it doesn't tell you what the total running time of your list is.  This is something very important to me, and if there's a way to display that, it's certainly not intuitively found.  (Hell, it should be automatic; I shouldn't have to turn it on as a feature.)  This is such a big issue for me that I will almost certainly be rolling back to WMP 10.



Friday night, I went up to The Corner Pocket.  It had been a long time since I'd seen Debbie, so it was overdue. 

I did something unusual for me.  An attractive young lady that I'd been observing for a while came up to the bar (not near me) and ordered a drink.  Kevin, the bartender who took her order, had to come over my way to get something for it, and I instructed him to put her drink on my tab.  In walking back to her table, she thanked me.  Without stopping, I might add.

And it occurs to me that this little cutie was probably thinking, "Oh, gross.  That creepy old guy just bought me a drink."

I guess in my mind I just think, "Hey, she's in a bar.  Obviously, she's not too young."  Then I remember (after a moment) that the legal drinking age here is half my current age.  But I so don't feel my age that I just don't think about it.  And while I'm told that I don't look my age (some people say I look nearly a decade younger than my real age), I'm still not going to be confused for someone in his late 20s.

And not that I focus on appearance, mind you, but I have to be honest about something.  I've browsed personals ads and such, and nine times out of ten, the women who are my age in those photos appear to be in at least a dozen years older than they're claiming.  I'm not kidding.  It freaks me out.  No, I'm not implying that they're lying about their ages (despite the stereotypical belief that women do this).  I'm just saying that they look far too old for their years.  Maybe the worn out look is due to having raised kids (because let's face it, by the early 40s, most women have done that).  Maybe the wrinkly face is from getting too much sun.  Maybe they just posted really shitty photos of themselves in their ads (in defiance of conventional wisdom on the subject).  I really don't know.  But I do know that it's so startling for me to see a picture of someone my age who looks to be more like 55 that I don't even read the ads, half the time.  Call me shallow, but that's just how it is.

Wow.  I digressed.

Anyway, I didn't get home from the bar until about 1:00.  And then... well...  I had to feed my addiction.  Yes, City of Heroes.  I played until 3:30.  (Hey, Thursday night I played for five straight hours.  I have no life.)  And then I woke up Saturday morning at 7:30, having to pee.  And I decided to just stay up.

Grocery shopping at 8:00 A.M. is wonderful.  No lines.  No crowds.  The deli wasn't open, yet, but I didn't care.  I almost never buy stuff there, anyway.  I should also have done laundry in the morning, but instead I talked to a couple friends on the phone until I had to go to the Sac-Poly lunch at Cafe Bernardo.

It was a very low turnout; only six of us.  Two had to leave right afterward, but the others came over to my place for a couple hours afterward for conversation.  We talked a lot about intentional communities, and of our mutual feelings of "give me the city or the country, but suburbia is hell."

Interestingly, the couple I stayed with in VA also were very into the idea of starting up an intentional community.  (Oh, and if you have no idea what I'm talking about, go here.)  It's always been a very intriguing subject for me.  I'd love to live in one, I think.  Maybe one day, when I get rid of my current debt.  Smiley



Speaking of things one does to pay off debt, I'm applying for a new job.  It's the same sort of work I'm doing now (yes, I know I'm sick of it), and would probably initially require a pay cut.  So why am I applying for it?  Because it's up in Eureka.  I'd be working for Humboldt County.  And as I'm sure I've mentioned here elsewhere, that's where I want to live.  Jobs aren't exactly plentiful, though.  And while I used to check the listings often, it's been at least six months since I last browsed the ads.  But this week, I took a peek.  And I knew I had to apply for this one.  The idea of living up there (even if I have to live in Eureka itself) is just too appealing.

What are my chances?  I have no idea.  Certainly, I have an impressive amount of work experience to put on the application.  And I could, I'm sure, get killer letters of recommendation from people at my current employer.  But one of the things that'll stand in my way is that I don't live there right now.  And I'd be asking them to start me toward the higher end (or at least middle) of the pay range for the position.  Starting at the low end (which the app says is what they do) would be taking a pay cut of nearly five grand.  And even though I'm sure I could get an apartment up there for less than I'm paying now, it wouldn't be half what I'm paying now.

Plus, I wouldn't be able to keep teaching at The Learning Exchange, obviously.  I don't know if there's a similar outlet for such things up there.  But if not, that's an additional bit of income (albeit a small bit) that I wouldn't have.

So all in all, it's one hell of a long shot that I'd even accept the position if it's offered to me.  But I can't not look into it, y'know?



I've got a busy week coming up.  Teaching tomorrow night.  Getting together with an acquaintance to discuss social activism on Tuesday.  Wednesday night, I've got an appointment at a local university to discuss pursuing my Master's degree.  And Thursday?  Thursday I'm going to an advance screening of X-Men 3, for free!  Boss B had a pass (for two), and she and her hubby aren't fans, so to speak.  Heh.  Score for Cardigan!

Next Saturday is what'll probably be a full day of Dungeons & Dragons.  It'll have been a month, by that point, since we played last.

Hm.  City of Heroes.  X-Men 3.  D&D.  Yeah.  I'm a geek.


 
 
 

 
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