Bloomington Cooperative Living
Bloomington Cooperative Living is a housing cooperative in Bloomington, IN. We currently house about 36 residents in four houses. Our mission is to foster an economically, ecologically, and socially sustainable society by promoting the value of cooperation and diversity.
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“The increasing complexity of human knowledge, coupled with the escalating difficulty of those remaining questions, means that people must either work together or fail alone.” But what are the best ways to be creative in a group? What makes up a good group?
New Yorker article discussing the best ways to think creatively in groups by Jonah Lehrer. The article discusses why brainstorming doesn’t work. The work by psychologist Charlan Nemeth on the usefulness of criticism and exposure to unfamiliar perspectives. The work by sociologist Brian Uzzi and Isaac Kohane on the ideal composition of teams.
Danny lived in the coop for a while. He has now started building his own echo-village in Bloomington, the Dandelion Village.
(Source: eduardoizq)
John K.
I’m currently studying library science and Latin America. I joined the co-op because I love all things gezellig. Every few months, I dash off to New York to visit a very special someone. I like to travel, but I also like staying home. Sometimes I wonder how I end up where I do. For example, the time a Mexican clown juggled machetes over my face.
Song of the Oldefather
Jeroem son of Jeroem braved the night, defied sleep and cold, as the
cold itself defied this unseasonal second moon of the days of his
father’s children. He returned from the dark with pizza for his clan,
each taking their share.
His deeds this day will be remembered in song, and in the sacrifices
of his people. The thirteenth share will be set aside in honor of the
dreadfull mother of our clan, whose Milk and Grain organs burned at
birth to guarantee the unquenchable fire of her spirit. The thirteenth
share will be sacrificed to the stewards of the stars.
-Sethix, the Elder
aka “The Great Seth,”
aka “Sethalopod, the Eight Thumbed”
Wrapped in night. The fog his blanket, Jeroem went forth. I say it truly, for I too was awake at that most dreaded and loathsome 27th hour. The hour when weaker men drift, silently, mourning, in their slumber, errands incomplete and deeds of greatness not done.
Many a minute passed in uneasy quiet. His people feared for his safety, and sanity. Thoughts of dragons, demons, and the she-devils that lurked in the mist, filled their weary minds.
A quarter past that most God-forsaken time, that most odious of intervals, that most detested of decision-points; wounded by love, mad with the weight of his task, ravaged by imps and narmaids, our hero returned; but with naught but a hope of a slice. A crumb of a crust. A whisper of cheese on his breath.
His song nonetheless shall remain.
William James on making things happen
The community stagnates without the impulse of the individual. The impulse dies away without the sympathy of the community.
