day 4, ken's loft
eventually we (i should have clarified that our group consisted of tripp, alex, dana, andrea, and i) find our way to denver and bob richards is pulling up beside us at the exact same moment. we wait for him and then head over to the tattered cover bookstore because we are 15 minutes early. after browsing a bit we head over to the loft, get buzzed in, take the elevator up, and we go into ken's place, which is pretty small all things considered. first of all its really well decorated and many-colored. you walk into a corridor that is about 5-6 feet wide and about 12 feet long, and there are two small rooms to the right, which have no roof over them but only a high wall so you can't see in. on the left all the way down is a brick wall (15-18 feet high?) with paintings hung on it. there is a television monitor on the corridor wall that is on MTV with no sound. coming into the main area of the loft is a bed, and beyong that near the window is a "discussion" area that seat about 8-10 people around ken's chair in a horseshoe (he's the star). to the right is a kitchen with cooking shit hanging from the rafters on a depth level of the bed, and beyond that towards the window is his working area with the computer and multiple copies of his books everywhere (to give to people? i cant imagine why else). in fact there is a glass end table that has 12 or so copies of boomeritis in a vertical stack inside it. a wall separates the discussion area and his working area, and the overall ambience is very cool, though living in a single room might drive me crazy.
so we end up staying for 2 - 2 1/2 hours (me, tripp, alex, dana, andrea, bob richards, ronit, leor, and amber all sitting around ken) talking about jam bands, raves, stuart's music, a possible greatest hits package of his with commentary from ken, spiral dynamics in general, radical spirit and dinan's pathological arrogance, I-I, and deida's work with IOS basic. to be honest, a lot of it was a review of spiral dynamics, and stuff i think we already understood, though perhaps i did not really understand it and as such didnt get the intricate implications of the details of the discussion (i didnt really participate, mostly because i didnt have an entry point and would have been talking just to talk). bob, leor, and i snacked on some raw almonds that were sitting above the boomeritis tower table top. but what i really wanna talk about is AMBER...
this girl (somewhere in her early-mid twenties and most likely ken's "female friend") was as fucking hot as a girl could possibly be. on a scale of 10 she's easily a 46. seriously, i hope our jaws didnt gape too wide. in the car tripp all of a sudden burst out "HOW ABOUT AMBER! ken is my hero!" or something like that. and of course she knew her shit and was fucking sharp as cut glass and very sweet. she was a goddamned dream is what what she was, a mirage...luckily i couldnt see her too well because she was sitting behind tripp and he was blocking my view. i would have made a spectacle of myself i just know it. eventually we he had to go and we took a couple of pics (without ronit and amber - great idea! - cos they were taking the pics) and said our goodbyes...
on the way out i had my hands up to my face in a praying gesture, which i do all the time anymore, and asked dana if she had read "frannzy and zooey." she had, and i told her that the praying gesture i was making was like my "jesus prayer" in that i do it all the time. bob asked "thats salinger, right? is he coming back into vogue?" i dont know bob, i dont know...
eventually we (i should have clarified that our group consisted of tripp, alex, dana, andrea, and i) find our way to denver and bob richards is pulling up beside us at the exact same moment. we wait for him and then head over to the tattered cover bookstore because we are 15 minutes early. after browsing a bit we head over to the loft, get buzzed in, take the elevator up, and we go into ken's place, which is pretty small all things considered. first of all its really well decorated and many-colored. you walk into a corridor that is about 5-6 feet wide and about 12 feet long, and there are two small rooms to the right, which have no roof over them but only a high wall so you can't see in. on the left all the way down is a brick wall (15-18 feet high?) with paintings hung on it. there is a television monitor on the corridor wall that is on MTV with no sound. coming into the main area of the loft is a bed, and beyong that near the window is a "discussion" area that seat about 8-10 people around ken's chair in a horseshoe (he's the star). to the right is a kitchen with cooking shit hanging from the rafters on a depth level of the bed, and beyond that towards the window is his working area with the computer and multiple copies of his books everywhere (to give to people? i cant imagine why else). in fact there is a glass end table that has 12 or so copies of boomeritis in a vertical stack inside it. a wall separates the discussion area and his working area, and the overall ambience is very cool, though living in a single room might drive me crazy.
so we end up staying for 2 - 2 1/2 hours (me, tripp, alex, dana, andrea, bob richards, ronit, leor, and amber all sitting around ken) talking about jam bands, raves, stuart's music, a possible greatest hits package of his with commentary from ken, spiral dynamics in general, radical spirit and dinan's pathological arrogance, I-I, and deida's work with IOS basic. to be honest, a lot of it was a review of spiral dynamics, and stuff i think we already understood, though perhaps i did not really understand it and as such didnt get the intricate implications of the details of the discussion (i didnt really participate, mostly because i didnt have an entry point and would have been talking just to talk). bob, leor, and i snacked on some raw almonds that were sitting above the boomeritis tower table top. but what i really wanna talk about is AMBER...
this girl (somewhere in her early-mid twenties and most likely ken's "female friend") was as fucking hot as a girl could possibly be. on a scale of 10 she's easily a 46. seriously, i hope our jaws didnt gape too wide. in the car tripp all of a sudden burst out "HOW ABOUT AMBER! ken is my hero!" or something like that. and of course she knew her shit and was fucking sharp as cut glass and very sweet. she was a goddamned dream is what what she was, a mirage...luckily i couldnt see her too well because she was sitting behind tripp and he was blocking my view. i would have made a spectacle of myself i just know it. eventually we he had to go and we took a couple of pics (without ronit and amber - great idea! - cos they were taking the pics) and said our goodbyes...
on the way out i had my hands up to my face in a praying gesture, which i do all the time anymore, and asked dana if she had read "frannzy and zooey." she had, and i told her that the praying gesture i was making was like my "jesus prayer" in that i do it all the time. bob asked "thats salinger, right? is he coming back into vogue?" i dont know bob, i dont know...
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