Sleeping Around

Inspired by the writings of my wicked smart funny friends Jesse Seret (Perfect Calm), Trish Deitch (Distant Dock), Jessica Schickel (Chagrin and Bear It), Jen Sincero (Hey Little Bad Ass), and Janine Schulz (Oiling of a Rusty Mind), and encouraged by people I’ve met here and there, I will now commence the blog. Maybe just about beds. Maybe about other things too. But the beds are a constant. I’ve been keeping record of every mattress, hammock, waterbed, and couch I’ve spent the night on for some time, as many of you know.

Not every bed makes it into the bed collection. Sometimes I forget to take a picture. Once my computer was stolen on a night train in deepest India and I lost an important year of photos. Sometimes the beds in which I’ve slept would cause too much of a stir if made public, so. But there are lots beds in the bed collection. And stories behind each one.

If beds bore you then there is still some hope for us having a blogger/reader relationship. Let’s see how it goes. I’m only about 80% comfortable with this set up and welcome your input.

Love and kusheln from my red velvet bed in Berlin,

Noa
June, 2010
~ Saturday, October 29 ~
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Chokyi Gyatso Institute, Dewathang, East Bhutan (October 29, 2011) — A monk came in my room and began to take my bag outside. Someone behind the door said, “time to move.” So I quickly gathered up my other things and followed the red robes up the road to the temple. Would he take me to the monks quarters? Or was there another place? A row of spanking new cottages has been built on the other side of the cliff and from above you can see they are light-filled little abodes with verandahs. That would be nice! Instead he lead me across a path to a row of shacks where a bunch of monks were scrubbing their clothes and bodies, lathering up for Rinpoche. This was it for me! When we kept walking past the shacks and down another path that wound round again to the cottages, I was relieved. I don’t rough it well. There are four cottages, each has two quarters, mine is in the middle, Khenpo Sonam Tashi and Tangthong Tulku is on the other side. There is some kind of large winged animal living in the space just above the thin ceiling. The pillow and mattress are still dressed in plastic under the new polyester sheets. Work pressure and a general sense of being lost in the world made sleep all the more inviting. Rinpoche arrived that afternoon.

Chokyi Gyatso Institute, Dewathang, East Bhutan (October 29, 2011) — A monk came in my room and began to take my bag outside. Someone behind the door said, “time to move.” So I quickly gathered up my other things and followed the red robes up the road to the temple. Would he take me to the monks quarters? Or was there another place? A row of spanking new cottages has been built on the other side of the cliff and from above you can see they are light-filled little abodes with verandahs. That would be nice! Instead he lead me across a path to a row of shacks where a bunch of monks were scrubbing their clothes and bodies, lathering up for Rinpoche. This was it for me! When we kept walking past the shacks and down another path that wound round again to the cottages, I was relieved. I don’t rough it well. There are four cottages, each has two quarters, mine is in the middle, Khenpo Sonam Tashi and Tangthong Tulku is on the other side. There is some kind of large winged animal living in the space just above the thin ceiling. The pillow and mattress are still dressed in plastic under the new polyester sheets. Work pressure and a general sense of being lost in the world made sleep all the more inviting. Rinpoche arrived that afternoon.