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
~ Monday, January 2 ~
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Manny’s place, Thimphu (January 2, 2012) — I had a big meeting on Tuesday morning with all the stakeholders of the Lho Mon Education Curriculum Design Workshop. I took a shared taxi, my pin striped suit packed in a small duffle. In my pocket was the key to Manny’s place. Aum Pek had handed it to me last week at Thimphu’s little rag tag public library where we met and wrung our hands about the affect of media on Bhutanese youth. Manny works for her at the Bhutan Center for Media and Democracy but he’s in Bodhgaya getting is Kalachakra on. I barely know Manny so it was extra nice of him to trust me to spend the night alone in his room.

It had snowed on new years day, a lovely way to start the year. And on the way to Thimphu I saw a rainbow. And in Thimphu I met a movie star who drove me in her bathrobe to see a Buddha. So when this is the kind of thing I can say about a regular day, I should be grateful. Gratitude is one of the things happy people practice on a regular basis, I read recently.

Otherwise, I’ve been sticking close to home lately. The meeting went very well. That’s a subject for my other blog.