Breakin' this burning cherry

[Omitimo]

and sharing a bunch of baked in the sun humble pie.
OK, I will probably be too busy taking in everything else to actually bake any pies,
besides I didn't get proper permits and such.
I can blame my Burginess a lot my first year, right?
Anyway, I am SO stoked to be partaking this year. It just kind of fell in my lap.
and is suddenly becoming overwhelming to just think about it all.
But I feel like I have the basic research and lists done, now it's just gathering
supplies. UGH, I loathe shopping about as much as I love it.
I feel this would be an apt time to make some online into, I LOVE this type of forum.
We used to have one called mplsbikelove, but it got bought, reformatted and killed by FB.
I spent some time on a Commune in the early oughts and haven't really felt like
I belonged anywhere since, So hearing the old familiar/familial, "Welcome Home"
is already giving me the chills. Any tips on how to bottle and gift that?
I will be in a camp that does bicycle repair.
I am also pretty good at being a Barista and a Masseur, so,
hoping to put them skillz to use as well.
I don't take myself or anything too seriously and like to participate in things
as much as I like to absorb through observing.
My musical tastes range from NOFX to Dwight Yoakam to House.
I REALLY enjoy Ciders, dancing, karaoke and long walks on the beach.
It makes me sad when people don't know who The Toy Dolls are,
but happy when I get to enthuse about them.
Whatever,
looking forward to making yer acquaintances.
peace,love alladat.

[BBadger]

[Savannah]

Welcome, Omitimo.

[Omitimo]

O mi, I did forget to make that intro more formal.
Timo, see how that worked?
I must have been preoccupied with what
I or you all will call me in the desert.
Mi nombre es Timoteo en Espanol.
I married a Mexican girl way back when,
I did it to be nice because her employer was
taking advantage of her immigration status.
But Timo kind of stuck after we split.
One day, I may just shorten to Mo.
Or Teo.
Back in the gutter punk travel days, Ugly almost
caught me, but I never felt it.
When I was a kid, I went by T.J.
Another time, a couple others and myself started
calling ourselves Saul, Saal and Sol.
Promptly, we became Solvent, Solitude and Saltine
Guess which one I was!
Another time, I was monikered Pigpen, which was fine
because he's my favorite Peanuts character and then
It changed to Chief Dust Cloud.
Names are so much fun!
I've had cats that have gone months nameless before
because it just didn't fit.
Groundscore turned into Little Inbreeder(polydactyl)
turned into Sissy Hankshaw(because of the thumbs, see?)
And it just fit her personality.
Also called her Loudmouth and Jonnylaw at times.
I had the sweetest little black cat, we called her Uncle Ben.
The only bicycle I had with a proper name, was called
The Greenway Rendezvous. R.I.P.
The hardest was being the decider of my daughters name,
Clementine, lucked out on that one, as it fits her well.
I think I passed on the gene to her, she named her little
Black cat King Kong.

Oh, whatever will I call myself?
JK

What about you, where'd you get your name?

[Omitimo]

Gee... Thanks for all the warm welcomes forum.
A lot has happened in the last month and a half.
I am totally unprepared for this whole thing,
doing it "right", anyway. Whatever, 'Right" is, right?
However, I am already planning for next year, so,
I'm doing that right.

Full disclosure:
I started working at a bicycle shop a few months ago. I know these guys from waaaay back, but not that far back.
I was in a deep, bad depression and in a moment of feeling better, I responded to a FB post about them needing a mechanic.
I explained my situation and they took me in on a trial basis, long story short(too late), I managed to crawl out of the hole that I had buried my head in. Really, I stayed inside for a whole month last winter, and I love winter activity. No biking, sledding, running, playing, no nothing! I cut off ALL contact, because I hated my life and could not find a way to talk to anybody about it.I was recommended meds many times, but fuck that shit!. I knew I'd be better with some time, and I am. I have a lot of my old biking, revelry, and dance night crews back. The ones who matter are all happy to see me back and know I am doing well.
I have wonderful co-workers at the shop. Funny how, even in a city the size of MPLS even certain scenes circles don't overlap.
I am glad they are in my life. It feels good to be honest with people about where I am and HOW i feel in life.
Anyway, when I was asked about Burning Man, I jumped! I knew no Burners.
So, I dove In.
Connected with some off Teh FB and we started a meet-up. I've met so many other incredible people these passed six weeks
who normally live outside of my circles, it blows my mind and I still feel dizzy. I really feel like these people will be in my life for a long time, not just some good time folks who ride bikes late at night or like dancing to 80s music or soul. I have strived for community for most of my life and think I have an understanding of it now. Cool, huh?
So, I'M GOING TO BURNING MAN!!!

Part of my healing was getting rid of guilt for things I shouldn't feel bad about.
My ticket was paid for.
My transportatin is paid for.
My food is paid for.

It seems there are many Veterans who are way better prepared and "deserving" of my ticket but I will not feel badly about them not being able to attend. I'm gonna bring my tent and essentials and I AM GOING TO ROCK THAT SHIT FOR YOU!
And next year, we will rock this shit together.

I'll be with *Hammer & Cyclery on the 3plaza, p-hole or whatever else y'all call it.
I arrive Friday night and not entirely sure when we roll out, but even more than the event itself, I think I am most excited to experience this wondrous, non-magic place being built around my eyes and then, FUCK, I've always wanted to see a city burnt to ashes.

Come see me. Bitches!

*any one care to share their thoughts on this place? I've some of my own as do the local Burners, both mixed.

[Omitimo]

Here goes. Off to fly away home.
The Terminal has pinball, Fuck yea!

I already miss my bicycle and those long dark roads.
I am in no way a pretty boy, but I miss my vanity as well.
The holy trinity of cleanser, scrub and correcting cream.
Oooh, spa-nights in the bathroom, buh-buy.

Which luxuries will you desire most while away!

Fuck, this os really happening.
I'M COMING HOME!

[Omitimo]

Denver Intl.

I rocked the Indiana Jones machine on my second try.
Going for my name on the board;ONQ
Last call for boarding was announced so I left the last ball and a free game to the boy next to me.
Bohemian breakfast and now off to Reno.
WOOT!