Shooting Stars

So i live in this unusually wonderful place.  There is tremendous freedom, there is basically no crime, low stress, guaranteed work, no bosses, we grow our own organic food, equitable distribution of resources, rich social culture, very stable, small ecological footprint and much more some of it quite hard to describe.

So it is not surprising that we attract with some regularity some amazing personalities.  I co-manage recruiting here (the self-proclaimed Minister of Propaganda) so i watch with interest most of these extraordinary characters as they consider living here.  Often i can tell it wont last, these are the shooting stars.  We get them here for a while, they shine their light on us, we enjoy them, and then they whisk off to another adventure or romance.

One such shooting star was Raven.

He was extraordinary in a number of ways.  He was the only practicing Muslim in my 14 years at this commune.   He was mercurial – One month he would do all tofu and scheduled work, the next he would do all hammocks and unscheduled work.  He was a bike racer who took that haste into almost everything he touched.  And i knew from before he became a member, we would only have him for a while before the next amazing opportunity caught his eye and he flew off.

Raven and the infamous Cardin

Raven told me a story, which captured some essence of him for me and it is tangled in one flavor of this shoot star identity.  It goes something like this.

Raven had saved up money from the bike messenger job he was working in some random urban area.  He took his $500 to the fancy clothing  store with the intention of getting a leather jacket.. The store was having trouble figuring out if they had the jacket he wanted or could get it.  They left my friend waiting for a while during the time they were trying to figure it out.  Big mistake.

Raven was looking out the window at the travel agency across the street.  He got up walked over placed his money on the desk of the travel agent and said “If you can get me a round trip ticket for Italy, leaving in the next week for $500 i will buy it.”

The travel agents started by saying “I probably can’t, but i will check for you.” They looked through various computer listings and actually found one.  “It is $490 and it leaves tomorrow, back in 3 months.” And Raven was on his way.

He had no plans for what to do in Italy.  He had no contacts, did not speak the language, had no money.  He also had no worries.  He is a charming, charismatic, wildly handsome and funny man.  The world opens for this type of shooting star.  On the flight to Rome he sat next to a woman, who was interested in his stories and situation.  At the end of the flight she gave him 2K Euros (about US$3,000).  Which Raven happily accepted.  She offered him her phone number, which he respectfully declined.

Prof Black and burning down the house

“Live like you are trying to keep the reader of your autobiography engaged.”

About paxus

a funologist, memeticist and revolutionary. Can be found in the vanity bin of Wikipedia and in locations of imminent calamity. buckle up, there is going to be some rough sledding.

5 responses to “Shooting Stars”

  1. Mary says :

    Majed was practicing Muslim…another shooting star.

  2. richard w. lisko says :

    Burn baby Burn!
    Dervishes
    We come and we go
    See ya on the next round

  3. Rachael says :

    This Raven sounds amazing, I’d love to meet him! I’d really like to know how the conversation on the plane went (from beginning to end)!

  4. paxuspaxus says :

    But be careful of what you ask this charming Raven for, you just might find yourself enchanted.

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