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Tofu Lizard Memoir 07

Posted in Individuals / Members / Monsters / Creative Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 31, 2012 by Drogo

Journal Entry 07

Today I got to ride on the Cordite Solar Electric Mower! Man that thing is totally SCOD. Cordite modified the former gasoline fueled riding mower to run on solar powered batteries. The batteries charge during the week, when it is not being used. SCOD children decorated it with brightly colored paint, and for May Day they had it covered in flowers like a parade float! Ha! Alternative living is the best. The people at SCOD are not anymore dysfunctional than most of the people that were considered normal at my old office work place, its just they are proud of being different. Bio-diversity is accepted and celebrated here at SCOD.

In the memory garden today I found the rusted remains of an old truck. When I asked about the old truck with ferns growing out it, the response I got was “Your Mom!” Well it turns out that was the name of the SCOD truck. “Your Mom” was an inside joke, so that when you mentioned the vehicle, it was funny because it always seemed like an insult. “Your Mom” belonged to Sima Ke. Sima Ke was a founding member of SCOD, but his family duties required him to return home to the north. Apparently “Your Mom” was diesel, and ran on Vegetable Oil in the warm months, and had a second tank of regular fossil fuel diesel in cold months (due to viscosity differences). The last time “Your Mom” was operation, Sima Ke was chasing some invading scraggs off the property, but the rednecks fired back with a 22 and hit “Your Mom” in the grill, and combined with winter ice, the truck ran off the road into a tree. The accident was fatal to “Your Mom”, and now she is at peace in her final resting place among the flora, and other ruins and rusty sculptures.

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Tofu Lizard Memoirs 05

Posted in Fictional Stories, Individuals / Members / Monsters / Creative Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 29, 2012 by Drogo

Journal of SCOD Member Tofu Lizard – Entry 05

The Medieval Pub was very much like the drawings on the website. Heavy timber-frame, with mixes of half-timber infill, scale-shingle siding, and masonry. Mostly earth colors. The Pub commanded a view of the whole site from atop the hill, as the road wound up to it. I introduced myself, and the people outside told me to go on in. Every visible structure and material was hand-crafted. The heavy wooden door creaked as I opened it and went inside. There was a tavern bar on the right, tables and more public rooms on the left, and a fireplace hearth straight ahead.

“How can I help you?” the Bar Keep asked.

“Hi, im new here. My name is Tofu Lizard.” I said.

“Ah well, met. I am Drogo.” he said.

Drogo offered me a free drink of water in a goblet, with a flagon beside it, should I want more. He said that he was the architect and owner, besides acting as bar keeper. Drogo said he mostly manages the property, and other people usually work there. He generously offered me a job working at the Pub and as a field hand. SCOD would not pay me, but in exchange I got to live there for free, provided I worked my shifts, and I could still get tips and extra money on the side, if I sold my own crafts there.

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Tofu Lizard Memoir 04

Posted in Fictional Stories, Individuals / Members / Monsters / Creative Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 22, 2012 by Drogo

SCOD Journal of Tofu Lizard Entry  04

Walking along the Trail, I crossed the mountain known as Loudoun Heights and came to the Tri-State gas station. Across the highway traffic-light intersection there was an arch made of wood, metal, and stone. I remembered seeing a photo of it on the SCOD website; and as I approached I saw the letters embedded in the arch: S-C-O-D. This was it! This was the place! I walked through the gate and up the gravel road that was shaded by trees. A small stream ran along below on one side of the road. I passed several driveways for small woodland dwellings. At the crest of the hill I walked beside a farm field. The sun shone down on the freshly tilled soil. Along the perimeter of the field was a ring of green growth, and several dwellings connected by a fence. I remember learning from the website about how the fence and houses enclosed, protected, and tended the field. Each of the field houses and forest houses were unique in design. Each structure utilized the elements of nature in their own ways.

I waved to some people in the field, and they waved back, although they were busy in conversation. I knew I should check in at the main building, so I kept on the road. Soon I came upon a garden glen of ruins. It was a memory garden to a long gone building that had been destroyed in a fire, with tall chimneys. Now a blacksmith shop skirted one of the chimneys, and flowing gardens made terraces of the hulking foundation. I could have stayed there all day just meditating, but I pressed onward.

Finally I reached the Medieval Tavern. Otherwise known as “The Pipedream Pub”, it was the primary building. The Pub acted as town hall, barracks, bed & breakfast, inn, tavern, hotel, gift shop, stage, dance hall, bar, restaurant, residence, private club, gallery, library, tourist attraction, and visitor center. There were a few figures hanging out in the porch area, as I approached. One of them was a farmer, one was a biker, and one was in period garb.

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Tofu Lizard Memoir 02

Posted in Fictional Stories, Individuals / Members / Monsters / Creative Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , on May 19, 2012 by Drogo

Tofu Lizard SCOD Journal Entry  2

I worked for a big commercial company, the name of which does not matter anymore. The last day I went in to work at my office job, I was already emotional from my recent divorce and loss of all intimate relationships. My boss came up to me and said “You are a terrible worker. You lied on your resume when you said you were a good worker.” Instead of attacking my boss in return, or defending myself, I just started crying. I cried not like a baby, but more like a wounded animal that had lost the will to live. Once I left work for the day, I took everything I owned with me, and never came back to that office. I purchased all the gear I thought I would need for my long summer journey on the Appalachian Trail (AT). I had read some parts of some books on the AT, taken some notes, made some lists, done some walking, so I felt as ready as I would ever be in my life. Now was the time for change in my life, and it happened. I did not own my apartment, so I just put my things into cheap storage, and paid my last month of rent before I started hiking.

The day I began hiking on the AT I simply left my car parked at a parking space near the Trail in North Carolina. It would be months before I was able to return and salvage the vehicle. Now I was headed north on my own two feet, with a walking stick and a heavy pack on my back. After a few days I had befriended other hikers, and began telling them some of my adventures so far on the Trail. Their favorite story of mine was the time I was cooking tofu on some hot rocks by the fire, and a lizard kept stealing pieces of my tofu! That is how I got my trail-name “Tofu Lizard”, which I still use today. I am not sure which was funnier; the fact that I had chosen to carry tofu in my pack, or the antics of the lizard.

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Tofu Lizard Memoir 01

Posted in Fictional Characters, Fictional Stories, Individuals / Members / Monsters / Creative Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 18, 2012 by Drogo

Tofu Lizard SCOD Journal Entry 1

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Prelude

I first learned about SCOD while I was working at my office job in DC. One day I was surfing the net, and came across the SCOD website. I read some articles, watched some videos, and I was hooked. I realized that the Sustainable Cooperative for Organic Development (SCOD) was just the type of concept I had been unconsciously formulating in my own mind for years. My parents were hippies, I had heard about communes, and my friends and I had researched alternative energy as a hobby for many years. It was becoming very difficult for me to justify my modern conventional lifestyle with the scientific theories that I was learning about; you know the usual liberal theories like Climate Change, Sustainable Architecture, and Environmental Pollution. Combine knowledge of science with history, throw in a dose of ethics or spirituality, and something like SCOD is an unavoidable conclusion for someone like me. Sorry, but it just is.

The following memoir I had written is a record of my participation in SCOD, and bits of my biography pre-SCOD to give you context and perhaps allow average readers to understand that I was pretty normal, despite the fact that I made a gradual (albeit huge) change in my life that was very different at the time. My story follows the events of me leaving my office job, hiking the Appalachian Trail, and finding SCOD.

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