The Dude from Katmandu

Today is one of those days in Santa Fe where it’s really too hot to do anything indoors or out. So I thought what a perfect day to drink some Hefeweizen and blog.

The last few weeks have been pretty interesting around the compound. As I mentioned I think last blog, we got a new compound-mate, Vajra.

Vajra –noun Hinduism.
(in Vedic mythology) the thunderbolt of Indra

Vajra has a pretty interesting background. Here’s a brief history: He was born in Katmandu, Nepal and lived there till the age of 9. His parents, both from the U.S. were art collectors / historians and shared a passion for Tibetan art. They met in Nepal after traveling through India during the 1960’s hippie movement. Vajra is an only child and after attending art school on the east coast and Northern Cal. he now owns and operates 3 galleries with his father specializing in Asian art. 2 galleries are in Santa Fe, NM and the other is in Nepal.

Now, Vajra has been here for a few weeks getting settled in to the little casita in the back of the compound. And along with him has come a revolving door of interesting characters that have been camping out on the compound grounds. Not to mention my own group of characters that seemingly wander in and out. Sunday morning I had my group over for brunch; all I had to say was “fresh batch of Tia Rosie’s chorizo” and they all come running. Apparently it’s the only way to get Huey out of bed on a Sunday morning =D. My group quickly merged on to my patio that Vajra’s crew had been occupying for the last few days so brunch at 11, turned into many beeeers (pronounced in a Northern New Mexican accent), by 1pm, then Weeder showed up with some. . . uh, humm. . . . how do I say this . . .”hence his name”?. . . .yeah, you guessed it). And it continued through the rest of the day in to the late evening as more people came and went, then usually came back. It made for some very interesting conversations, wild dares and a lot of instigation. The wickedness that one group of people can get in to is uncanny but pretty FUCKIN’ FUN!

Needless to say it’s pretty quiet around here today. A few people have left for their respective cities, Phoenix, Moab, etc. and the few that remain (myself included) are still sleeping it off.

It’s all been great fun and my typical indulgent Tauran-self wants MORE MORE MORE! But my MOTHER is arriving on Thursday! So everyone better be on their best behavior. No nudity and no Weed(-er). And I guess I have to hide my cloves =(

Anyway, sorry I don’t have a more prolific, soul-searching, enticing tale today, but my life, much to my enjoyment; has briefly turned in to a 30-something frat party.

I’ll write more soon. I do have a great story about a photo shoot I participated in last week out in Galesteo but I might wait till the photos are available for that in August.

Cheers! V

"Then like a bull who has heard the crash of a thunderbolt close by, the Great Soul whose mind had been purified by the merit of karma accumulated from eons of virtuous actions, was deeply agitated at this news of old age."