Cast Of Characters III
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greenstorm...because who can keep up with me?
Greenstorm's Life, On Now
Starring:
The Important Things
Rats! If we go down the ranks of Greenstorm's various relationships, top rank goes to a varied assortment of small, intelligent, social rodents that live in her bedroom. First acquired in 2004, they have expanded as her resourced allowed, and will soon take over the world. As of this writing, rats include, from oldest to youngest: Silver, Lightening, Rain, Honeypie, Bandita, Sunday, Hector, Aeneus, Paris, Gaia, Siberian Sky, Quartzie, Sheepie, Mustang Sally, and Vidi. For further metaphorical explanation, imagine Greenstorm's life as a hammock that holds her up. Her friends are each a strang of rope in the hammock, who when knotted together into a mesh support her. The rats would be the rope tied to a tree at one end in this metaphor. They occupy this important space because they are the only 100% consistent living source of snuggles and love on-demand, and completely and always reliable and there. Yeah, the girl has issues, but at least she deals with them somehow.
The Garden! The location of the garden changes. Sometimes it is only in Greenstorm's mind. Sometimes it's a patch of weedy ground by the railroad tracks at the base of Clark Street where she can pick alfalfa. It usually includes at least some of the yard in the house that Juggler owns. The garden is the other rope on our metaphorical hammock. It represents the bounty of the earth, the way the world gives to us if we only know how to recieve it. It lets her get dirty and look at things. It is a passion. It usually contains tomatoes and bamboo, among other things.
The Boys
There are between one and three of these. Greenstorm uses this diminuitive, reductionist term as a term of affection. Little can be done. Little can be done, too, about her tendancy to multiple relationships. Her issues around dating women, and not a lack of intrest, keep this category nice and socially acceptable.
Juggler As someone who was around when this journal started, he holds the peculiar position of Greenstorm's second-longest-ever relationship, but also friends-with-benefits/casual relationship. As might be expected from anyone who can ride the Greenie chaos wave that long, he's pretty damn stable. He's also introverted, very logical, a craftsman to the core, and prone to grumble about multiple relationships. The amount of personal growth and development he's done in the last five years is astounding and awe-inspiring. Juggler is also the last link to the Quad. Name granted back in the good ol' days of 'my livejournal needs to be anonymous', stuck because there are too many Chrises. Object that sums him up: the wood-matched, inlaid cedar strip-built wood and fiberglass kayak that he made in his basement-- and the bike carrier he's welding to transport this priceless, seventeen-foot object through the careless chaos of Vancouver drivers.
Bob This is the emo philosophy musician boy-thing who works in an office cubicle. The whole thing started in May 2006, when he got drunk enough at Sin City to pass out, and Greenie inexplicably followed him home for casual sex. This was followed by more casual sex and a stated relationship goal of 'keep it casual'. This was followed by gooey text messages, moving in together and snuggling up at night for the last year, also by cooking for each other, cleaning up after each other's pets, The Inevitable Bed Consolidation, etc. He's complex, moody, ridiculously social, and very quick on his emotional feet. Name granted by his parents, fah to LJ anonymity! Object that sums him up: A collection of nine guitars, one of which is black and has stickers on it that read I hate people and sheep and real men wear kilts, and one of which is pretty and acoustic and all of which are treated with paranoiac care.
Drew WTF? Why do I always write these when I've just started something up? I totally remember not being able to sum up Avi when I tried this last time, and it's shaken me enough that I forgot to keep writing in third person. Oh well. Hugely social and outgoing, makes me bleed, interested in the world around him, and lets me chew up his CD cases. What more can you ask for, really?
The Friends
There are so many of these and so much to say about each that the Cast is forced into recent situationality rather than a comprehensive overview.
The Tillie has been around for awhile. She's super people-aware, accepting and tolerant of people, a good roommate (if she weren't allergic to rats), good for advice, and all-round awesome. Like all Greenie's friends, she understands the importance of cycles in friendship-- therefore doesn't mind when Greenie drops off the face of the earth for a month or two, then comes back for intense family-dinner type stuff. Tillie counts as family. Tillie and Greenie started off by partner swapping, and vow never to date the same people. What they do together is play, not sex.
CrazyChris is an ex, as facebook would tell us, who hooked up with Greenie for about eight months in 2004. They share a birthday (she is fourteen hours older, so there!) and also a lot of stuff. This is another super-close family-level friendship that's often characterised by bitching to each other, and occasionally by calling each other on bullshit. Greenie is one of the people who will sleep beside CrazyChris when he's lonely and also too drunk to walk; Chris is one of the people who will feed Greenie as she sits glassy-eyed on his couch and weeps melodramatically. Cycles abound.
Eva and Ryan should get categories of their own, or at least Eva as Greenstorm's other close female friend should, but there's been an awful lot of socialising as a couple (Greenie, Bob) with a couple, and that's a new enough experience to skew the author's attempt at long-term objectivity. Eva is a super-opinionated, really generous and honest person with a wicked fashion sense and a lot of the kind of skill and knowledge useful for life. Ryan is a kitten crossed with a teddy bear trapped in a hot anime-style body. Eva has known Bob 'an awfully long time' and Ryan and Greenie used to dress up and run around in the woods pretending to be werewolves.
Avi, Gabe, Nick, etc are very close friends, where the friendship (as with all real friendships) has a quirky individual quality that's pretty wonderful and unique, but Greenie's brain is frying with all this typing.
Further Characters
Permaculture is the philosophical ocean in which Greenstorm swims. Hard to define, it contains such concepts as sustainability, self-sufficiency and interreliance, networking, efficiency of systems, biomimicry, cooking together and growing food for people, biking, mindful consumption, local supply chains, and picking tea on your walk home from work.
Vancouver is the cool, overcast rainforest city that Greenstorm's sunk her roots into. Surrounded by ocean, composed primarily of brutal-to-bike hills, it grows huge plants and small overlapping social groups in which everyone nevertheless knows everyone in every other grounp. Fitness, rain, interracial harmony, and the inability to take public transit politely are all hallmarks of Vancouver.
The Social Cloud around Greenstorm is almost uniformly wonderful, filled with awesome and interesting people who she doesn't have time to get to know because she's busy with an awesome wonderful life and her current crop of awesome wonderful close people. This bubble of people is a blessing and a strength. Sometimes people jump the line back and forth.
The Quad is a piece of Greenstorm history that involved capital-p Polyamory, explicated here because of its deep effect on her psyche. She went in dating Kynnin, came out dating Juggler, and had her first experience with women, learned tons about her own bad boundaries and lack of self-knowledge, was mostly miserable for awhile, and recently wrote a heartfelt card to celebrate the marriage of her longest-term ex to Juggler's ex-wife. Here she learned that growing doesn't consist of putting yourself into a box of the desired shape and closing the lid, but rather comes from learning yourself, accepting that shape, and helping it develop.
The Audience is you guys, particularly if we don't talk in person much. Sometimes a motivation for sorting out Greenstorm's stuff as she writes it down, so she doesn't come across like a total headcase, The Audience also contains a huge pool of awesome people that Greenstorm would like to get to know better, but doesn't have time for at this moment. It may be roughly analagous to a shelf, but this metaphor isn't an endearing one and so we won't pursue it.
The Family is an entity in Iowa with any number of members, who haven't been seen for a while.
The Mom is an awesome, energetic woman who started running ultramarathons around fifty, has a terrible sense of relationships, and is loved by all who meet her.
The Dad is one of two unpredictable, sometimes malevolent figures that lurk in the shadows.
The Brother is a term used interchangeably among three fascinating individuals of varying degrees and types of messed-upness who are nonetheless really enthralling. They went from shooting people with proton guns that looked suspiciously like toilet plungers to tall men with chest hair, opinions, quirks, and a sense of ethics and compassion trying to find their way in the world. There are no words for this amount of love, or this amount of concern and hope.
See old cast lists here!
Greenstorm's Life, On Now
Starring:
The Important Things
Rats! If we go down the ranks of Greenstorm's various relationships, top rank goes to a varied assortment of small, intelligent, social rodents that live in her bedroom. First acquired in 2004, they have expanded as her resourced allowed, and will soon take over the world. As of this writing, rats include, from oldest to youngest: Silver, Lightening, Rain, Honeypie, Bandita, Sunday, Hector, Aeneus, Paris, Gaia, Siberian Sky, Quartzie, Sheepie, Mustang Sally, and Vidi. For further metaphorical explanation, imagine Greenstorm's life as a hammock that holds her up. Her friends are each a strang of rope in the hammock, who when knotted together into a mesh support her. The rats would be the rope tied to a tree at one end in this metaphor. They occupy this important space because they are the only 100% consistent living source of snuggles and love on-demand, and completely and always reliable and there. Yeah, the girl has issues, but at least she deals with them somehow.
The Garden! The location of the garden changes. Sometimes it is only in Greenstorm's mind. Sometimes it's a patch of weedy ground by the railroad tracks at the base of Clark Street where she can pick alfalfa. It usually includes at least some of the yard in the house that Juggler owns. The garden is the other rope on our metaphorical hammock. It represents the bounty of the earth, the way the world gives to us if we only know how to recieve it. It lets her get dirty and look at things. It is a passion. It usually contains tomatoes and bamboo, among other things.
There are between one and three of these. Greenstorm uses this diminuitive, reductionist term as a term of affection. Little can be done. Little can be done, too, about her tendancy to multiple relationships. Her issues around dating women, and not a lack of intrest, keep this category nice and socially acceptable.
Juggler As someone who was around when this journal started, he holds the peculiar position of Greenstorm's second-longest-ever relationship, but also friends-with-benefits/casual relationship. As might be expected from anyone who can ride the Greenie chaos wave that long, he's pretty damn stable. He's also introverted, very logical, a craftsman to the core, and prone to grumble about multiple relationships. The amount of personal growth and development he's done in the last five years is astounding and awe-inspiring. Juggler is also the last link to the Quad. Name granted back in the good ol' days of 'my livejournal needs to be anonymous', stuck because there are too many Chrises. Object that sums him up: the wood-matched, inlaid cedar strip-built wood and fiberglass kayak that he made in his basement-- and the bike carrier he's welding to transport this priceless, seventeen-foot object through the careless chaos of Vancouver drivers.
Bob This is the emo philosophy musician boy-thing who works in an office cubicle. The whole thing started in May 2006, when he got drunk enough at Sin City to pass out, and Greenie inexplicably followed him home for casual sex. This was followed by more casual sex and a stated relationship goal of 'keep it casual'. This was followed by gooey text messages, moving in together and snuggling up at night for the last year, also by cooking for each other, cleaning up after each other's pets, The Inevitable Bed Consolidation, etc. He's complex, moody, ridiculously social, and very quick on his emotional feet. Name granted by his parents, fah to LJ anonymity! Object that sums him up: A collection of nine guitars, one of which is black and has stickers on it that read I hate people and sheep and real men wear kilts, and one of which is pretty and acoustic and all of which are treated with paranoiac care.
Drew WTF? Why do I always write these when I've just started something up? I totally remember not being able to sum up Avi when I tried this last time, and it's shaken me enough that I forgot to keep writing in third person. Oh well. Hugely social and outgoing, makes me bleed, interested in the world around him, and lets me chew up his CD cases. What more can you ask for, really?
There are so many of these and so much to say about each that the Cast is forced into recent situationality rather than a comprehensive overview.
The Tillie has been around for awhile. She's super people-aware, accepting and tolerant of people, a good roommate (if she weren't allergic to rats), good for advice, and all-round awesome. Like all Greenie's friends, she understands the importance of cycles in friendship-- therefore doesn't mind when Greenie drops off the face of the earth for a month or two, then comes back for intense family-dinner type stuff. Tillie counts as family. Tillie and Greenie started off by partner swapping, and vow never to date the same people. What they do together is play, not sex.
CrazyChris is an ex, as facebook would tell us, who hooked up with Greenie for about eight months in 2004. They share a birthday (she is fourteen hours older, so there!) and also a lot of stuff. This is another super-close family-level friendship that's often characterised by bitching to each other, and occasionally by calling each other on bullshit. Greenie is one of the people who will sleep beside CrazyChris when he's lonely and also too drunk to walk; Chris is one of the people who will feed Greenie as she sits glassy-eyed on his couch and weeps melodramatically. Cycles abound.
Eva and Ryan should get categories of their own, or at least Eva as Greenstorm's other close female friend should, but there's been an awful lot of socialising as a couple (Greenie, Bob) with a couple, and that's a new enough experience to skew the author's attempt at long-term objectivity. Eva is a super-opinionated, really generous and honest person with a wicked fashion sense and a lot of the kind of skill and knowledge useful for life. Ryan is a kitten crossed with a teddy bear trapped in a hot anime-style body. Eva has known Bob 'an awfully long time' and Ryan and Greenie used to dress up and run around in the woods pretending to be werewolves.
Avi, Gabe, Nick, etc are very close friends, where the friendship (as with all real friendships) has a quirky individual quality that's pretty wonderful and unique, but Greenie's brain is frying with all this typing.
Permaculture is the philosophical ocean in which Greenstorm swims. Hard to define, it contains such concepts as sustainability, self-sufficiency and interreliance, networking, efficiency of systems, biomimicry, cooking together and growing food for people, biking, mindful consumption, local supply chains, and picking tea on your walk home from work.
Vancouver is the cool, overcast rainforest city that Greenstorm's sunk her roots into. Surrounded by ocean, composed primarily of brutal-to-bike hills, it grows huge plants and small overlapping social groups in which everyone nevertheless knows everyone in every other grounp. Fitness, rain, interracial harmony, and the inability to take public transit politely are all hallmarks of Vancouver.
The Social Cloud around Greenstorm is almost uniformly wonderful, filled with awesome and interesting people who she doesn't have time to get to know because she's busy with an awesome wonderful life and her current crop of awesome wonderful close people. This bubble of people is a blessing and a strength. Sometimes people jump the line back and forth.
The Quad is a piece of Greenstorm history that involved capital-p Polyamory, explicated here because of its deep effect on her psyche. She went in dating Kynnin, came out dating Juggler, and had her first experience with women, learned tons about her own bad boundaries and lack of self-knowledge, was mostly miserable for awhile, and recently wrote a heartfelt card to celebrate the marriage of her longest-term ex to Juggler's ex-wife. Here she learned that growing doesn't consist of putting yourself into a box of the desired shape and closing the lid, but rather comes from learning yourself, accepting that shape, and helping it develop.
The Audience is you guys, particularly if we don't talk in person much. Sometimes a motivation for sorting out Greenstorm's stuff as she writes it down, so she doesn't come across like a total headcase, The Audience also contains a huge pool of awesome people that Greenstorm would like to get to know better, but doesn't have time for at this moment. It may be roughly analagous to a shelf, but this metaphor isn't an endearing one and so we won't pursue it.
The Family is an entity in Iowa with any number of members, who haven't been seen for a while.
The Mom is an awesome, energetic woman who started running ultramarathons around fifty, has a terrible sense of relationships, and is loved by all who meet her.
The Dad is one of two unpredictable, sometimes malevolent figures that lurk in the shadows.
The Brother is a term used interchangeably among three fascinating individuals of varying degrees and types of messed-upness who are nonetheless really enthralling. They went from shooting people with proton guns that looked suspiciously like toilet plungers to tall men with chest hair, opinions, quirks, and a sense of ethics and compassion trying to find their way in the world. There are no words for this amount of love, or this amount of concern and hope.
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Date: 2007-06-13 05:15 pm (UTC)Yes, somehow that sounds familiar. :)
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Date: 2007-06-13 08:18 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-06-13 07:04 pm (UTC)That is the best one-line description of the Ryan I've ever seen.
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Date: 2007-06-13 07:34 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-06-13 08:50 pm (UTC)I can be a jerk!
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Date: 2007-06-13 08:53 pm (UTC)2a) Yeah right.
2b) Just exactly what do you mean by that, anyhow?
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Date: 2007-06-13 09:22 pm (UTC)2a)Can too!
2b)I felt it necessary to reassert my masculinity, obviously.
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Date: 2007-06-13 09:24 pm (UTC)2a) Betcha can't. A Ryan without manners would make the world crack down the middle.
2b) 'Re'assert?
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Date: 2007-06-13 09:41 pm (UTC)2a)I think I may need to concede victory, since I was going to respond with, "Yeah, well you're a bitch!", but found myself reluctant to actually commit this to writing for fear of coming off harsh. Bitch.
2b)'cause I totally asserted my manliness all over you during our conversation about the morphological qualities of "tree" the other day.
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Date: 2007-06-13 09:46 pm (UTC)2a) HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I WIN, GIRLIE FAG FUCKER!!!!! (however you read that I win, I guess)
2b) Dude, I thought that was just rain. You might be able to sneak by with nails on my back, though, if you want another try at this one.
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Date: 2007-06-13 09:56 pm (UTC)2a) bitch.
2b) I don't see how nails down the back are in any way emblematic of jerk-nature. And, as we've already established that your one and only sexual trigger is jerks, I call foul. Foul!
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Date: 2007-06-13 10:00 pm (UTC)2) Stick-insect!
2b) They're an assertion of masculinity, not jerk-nature. My back'd break your nails if you tried that. Girlie-boy.
3) U R TEH AWSOMEZ0RZ.
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Date: 2007-06-13 10:11 pm (UTC)2b) I've always been proud of my nails, but had never hitherto realized that they were one of my major assets as a male of the species. Besides, word on the street is you cut and bruise easily. The skin is sensitive to intent, I s'pose, and stops trying so hard.
2b-0) If by girly-boy do you mean young male who is catty and bad with money, then I guess you've got me nailed.
3) Why thank you, pumpkin. That means the world to me.
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Date: 2007-06-13 10:28 pm (UTC)2b) Word is incorrect. Don't think my ass looks like this with no effort on anyone's part. In fact, my body is getting pretty blase about bruising lately-- the bruises only show up a couple of days late, and not as bright as they used to. It's realised they don't help anything, I suppose.
2b-0) My dear, if I had you nailed, you wouldn't be guessing.
3) *prrrrr*
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Date: 2007-06-13 10:45 pm (UTC)2b)There's nothing sexier than a nice healthy layer of sub-dermal scar tissue.
2b-0)You're the one claiming to be thick-skinned. Get back on track.
3)What's new, pussycat?
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Date: 2007-06-13 11:01 pm (UTC)2b)A layer of sub-dermal scar tissue riddled with needle holes is definitely sexier.
2b-0) Nailing you is so on track. Sparkly strap-on or conventional crucifixion?
3) Woah, woah.
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Date: 2007-06-13 11:06 pm (UTC)2b)Honestly, I'm more of a super-dermal scar tissue fresh enough to glow under blacklight kind of boy.
2b-0)Well, I do like sparkly things, and do have weak wrists, but this still smacks of what we in the advertising industry call "false choice".
3)No go Tom?
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Date: 2007-06-13 11:09 pm (UTC)2b) BLOOD.
2b-0) Have you stopped beating your wife?
3) Eva says you're a rocket scientist, but I have my doubts. Tree indeed.
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Date: 2007-06-13 11:25 pm (UTC)(Mostly green bits on the top, bark on the bottom. It's that easy.)
socks
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Date: 2007-06-13 11:31 pm (UTC)Smells like resin, casts dappled shade/lives in a small pot in an office and is no taller than a pencil stub.
No.
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Date: 2007-06-14 12:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-14 12:11 am (UTC)... Now I've seen everything.
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