Thank You!

Kinetic · Post by **Kinetic** » Tue Sep 23, 2003 2:01 pm

It's French Toast, just like french fries, french braids, etc. I'm not changing my speech just to satisfy some soundbite seeking pol, or to go along with some silly fad. I don't especially like France either but to those who want me to change my way of speaking, they can kiss my ass.

Das Bus · Post by **Das Bus** » Tue Sep 23, 2003 2:17 pm

Kinetic wrote: I don't especially like France either but to those who want me to change my way of speaking, they can kiss my ass.

I guess this means you translated my post!

Kinetic · Post by **Kinetic** » Tue Sep 23, 2003 3:33 pm

Das Bus wrote:
Kinetic wrote: I don't especially like France either but to those who want me to change my way of speaking, they can kiss my ass.
I guess this means you translated my post!

A lot more wordy but the message is still the same.

ramen · Post by **ramen** » Tue Sep 23, 2003 10:29 pm

Kinetic wrote:And putting up with 30,000 freaks? You call them freaks, I call them family, and they are totally fucking awesome people to meet.....

And there came to be a great fire upon the dusty plain...the people shouted in joy and their spirits were lifted...

from the techno-pagan handbook

Ivy · Post by **Ivy** » Wed Sep 24, 2003 7:33 am

from the techno-pagan handbook

They have a handbook for this stuff nowadays?

Damn, I'm getting old.

XS · Post by XS » Mon Sep 29, 2003 10:49 am

Gotta give props to my guardian angels for keepin my ass out of trouble, again. Now there are the spiritual guardian angels, and there are terrestrial guardian angels - Anne, and Cheryl from Buffalo. What's up Girls?! Gotta give a shout out to these beautiful souls who saved my ass Friday night when the 'partying cart got a little bit before the horse.' Without getting into too much detail. The girls made sure I got back to camp and safely horizontal, rather than end up on the casualty blotter.
Anne, Cheryl, you girls rock! Much love to ya from XS!

Niacin · Post by **Niacin** » Mon Sep 29, 2003 11:20 am

Ivy wrote:
from the techno-pagan handbook
They have a handbook for this stuff nowadays?

Damn, I'm getting old.

Can I get a copy of that? I'm still working from my Manly Manual, circa 1840ish.

Max

Kinetic · Post by **Kinetic** » Mon Sep 29, 2003 11:28 am

A quick Google search for the Techno Pagan Handbook come up empty but I did find this:
http://tinyurl.com/p2t4

Angry Butterfly · Post by **Angry Butterfly** » Tue Sep 30, 2003 9:30 pm

Kinetic wrote:It's French Toast, just like french fries, french braids, etc. I'm not changing my speech just to satisfy some soundbite seeking pol, or to go along with some silly fad. I don't especially like France either but to those who want me to change my way of speaking, they can kiss my ass.

Actually, It was "german Toast " before ww2!

foamin' at the mouth · Post by **foamin' at the mouth** » Wed Oct 08, 2003 9:38 pm

"Doesn't matter what they look like, where they camp, who they are with, nothing. Burners are burners. And all are cool."

Hi, I'm Foamin at the Mouth and I have been lurking here since I got back on the 5th of September. Forgive me. I was not intentionally rude, merely shy and not clear on the etiquette of your boards, or sure I had anything to offer. But this whole bbs is so very vibrant, amusing, informative and sustaining for this glowing, newly devirginized individual. It's pretty impressive that it works so well, that there is such a light touch on the control and that and that registration was so painless. (Believe me a non trivial act in some places/cases.)

This was my first Burningman exerience. I have been watching from ithe edges for years. Colleagues have been building things in the shop since '91. Friends have been buying me tickets for years. And since returning, I have been following several threads for days and so a "thank you" to all of you seems most appropriate. The French, the fries and all.

Oh, I know you know what you have made, and how unique and rare your community is --both virtual and in the desert. Some posts and threads make me wonder if you're used to it and perhaps occasionally forget?

Thank you for making something that defies the entropy that others seem to proscribe to its evolution. Thank you for the quote above. I felt this while there with you, and here.

And, I can't rave any more to the wonderful friends who once again purchased a ticket for me with hope, and this time success, or the wonderful chinchillas who invited this newbie, single person in.

Instead I have taken to raving at various things I find myself obliged to attand and singing your praises there. Yes, there may be danger in in this, but there is opportunity too. The week after I got back I found myself addressing a bunch of officials from Alabama about science education. And, while tryng to hide the spittle coming from the corners of my lips, I stated with authority and confidence that one of the best ways for people to have an aesthetic and visceral experience with gravity was built in their own Burmingham backyard and shown at Burningman. (Incidentally, the Nevada officals at this meeting knew all about BRC and seemed to have nothing but positive feelings for the whole endeavor.)

Now when people curious about by experience ask me what I feel, I tell them that I feel gratitude. When their eyebrows arch and they ask me what it's like I say "Well, it's impossible to describe but, well, er, imagine that every random thought you have ever had or every object of material culture that you have ever committed to memory-- either for reasons of beauty or eroticism or education or even inanity--manifests in physical reality in front of you at the same time."

Santa Claus lives somewhere in your mind and there he is out of your conciousness dancing before you to technorockabilly hindi hybrid dance tunes. You have read of dragons, you have seen the temples of Bangkok you have imagined flying saucers, you have seen drawings of fleets of Spanish Galleons, you have imagined a white whale,you have smelled wine mixed with the scent of dust in evening, you have watched a dancer in veils you have seen jugglers of fire, or more prosaically, you liked a particular set of Christmas lights on the trim of a window as a child. You know what lavendar smells like- and vomit. This all appears before you. Sometimes its on wheels sometimes it is perched in someone's camp.

I ask them to imagine being being caught in a dust storm with 40 mph winds. But there happens to be a bar just there on the playa next to you serving coconut and rum tropical cocktails. Parked at the bar are a car fashined from a couch and also a boat . The bartender struggles against the wind and dust just to bring you a cool sweet drink of his ingenious--perhaps due to the resourcefullness that comes from lack of supplies--invention.

All around you people emerge from the dust, coated with yellow. Kids with no water, goggles or dust masks wander by. since you have a stack of baby wipes you grab them out of the wind and wipe their faces, clean out their eyes and nose-boogers and hand them a baby wipe to cover their mouths and noses and send them back into the dust when they are too ancy to wait on your little toy train.

I ask them to imagine taking a ride on a flying saucer( a highlight of my experience) watching a mushroom chase an oil field on fire, and the hand of god--a woman's hand, and clad in copper--shooting balls of fire.

Mostly I ask them to imagine people walking up to them with that real and sincere open intention of goodwill- such a cliche except there --too bad-- and asking-- just asking them if they are hungry or cold or if they can give them a gift.(My favorite?- a cassette of music that resonates with the sounds of of those five, too short days.)

I say "Imagine being hot and dusty and someone spraying you with cold lavender-scented water. Suddenly it smells the way like the first time ever you have smelled lavendar-only because its so hot and so dry its better than the first time. Imagine clubs on trucks greeting each other in a conversation of their particular contrasting or complimenting flavors of music. "

I ask people to imagine what you all know so well.... that the absurd and the sublime can coexist, and that often they are the same thing.

Yikes--They say there is nothing as good for the soul as heartfelt, gushing,humbling gratitude. I'll shut up now in case I've gone over the limit here.

Oh, and I like the French. They are just particular but really generous if you pay attention to a few simple customs of interaction.

Thank you so very much for a great experience, all of you. And for sustaining it here. (Guess my friends did a good job of taking care of me huh?)
Highest Regards,[/quote]

Isotopia · Post by **Isotopia** » Wed Oct 08, 2003 9:52 pm

Sometimes I forget to rememeber what brought me back the second time,a and the third and , etc.

Sometimes it takes the enthusiasm of a new burner to remind me of that stuff.

Thanks for that sweeeeet little message.

notthat1 · Post by **notthat1** » Wed Oct 08, 2003 11:00 pm

Thank you Shimmy,for turning me on to burning man.*gives hug*

shitmouse · Post by **shitmouse** » Thu Oct 09, 2003 2:28 pm

-- thank you spokes for coming by to find and meet us
-- thank you ron parks or "sparks" the firefighter for everything!!!!!
-- thank you MERMEN for playing the playa once again!!!!
-b

Rian Jackson · Post by **Rian Jackson** » Thu Oct 09, 2003 2:59 pm

Thanks to monkey puzzle, for the great connection.
To ya'll at Space Virgins (and that one other camp) for helping me out with playa nose attack.
To my neighbours (End the Oil Era) for the outstanding soup.
To Steve at the lounge for the conversation, even though i was drunk.
To BRCAC and Cirque, for taking a semi-orphan in as an honorary.
To everyone who offered a smile, a mist, an uplifting word.
To the contact dancers, for showing me again what it is that flows through my veins, reopening my body and my mind.
To the people who made my sweetest memories, of five hour conversations with strangers.
To everyone at the drum circle by the candle on the night of the burn.
To David, for keeping me sane and trying to keep me healthy.
And, of course, to Costco, for making me join in big booty!

Guest · Post by **Guest** » Sat Oct 18, 2003 12:48 am

The nearby Pacific tides ebb & flow twice each day. Pelicans dive & fish. Curious dolphins occasionally cruise near shore. I derive spiritual nourishment from all this on a daily basis. My gratitude & thankfulness for these steady, reliable aspects of life knows no bounds.

Yin & yang. I attend BM 2003, my first. With openness & minimal expectations I presented myself & my passion for funky twists on art & technology by adorning myself with rubber chickens and BRIGHT neon & asstd. flotsam & jetsam.

I was rewarded by a rich environment of human creative passion & expression that exceeded my wildest dreams. Words fail me here, but YOU were all there and it's YOU, all of you that I have to thank for something so rare & unique & special.

I still love the ocean & pelicans & dolphins. But my world has changed forever. I'm now aware of a powerful spirit, so very alive, that pulses and flows through so many people. Thank you, all of you.

foamin' at the mouth · Post by **foamin' at the mouth** » Thu Nov 27, 2003 11:11 am

I lost this thread and finally, managed to see it again.

It seems appropriate to bring to the top on Thanksgiving.

Thank you Lydia for your beautiful writing.

Thanks to you, Technopatra, Emily, and others unknown, who placed this here, ultimately opening up to me yet more doors to other rich and virtual places.

technopatra · Post by **technopatra** » Wed Dec 03, 2003 4:51 pm

Thank you, Foamin', for the beautiful post, the sweetness of you sincerity, the reminders that we _are_ the people we most want to be with, and especially for this quote...

foamin' at the mouth wrote: Santa Claus lives somewhere in your mind and there he is out of your conciousness dancing before you to technorockabilly hindi hybrid dance tunes.

..which fizzes in my brain like champagne bubbles, reminding me why I'm here.

foamin' at the mouth · Post by **foamin' at the mouth** » Wed Dec 03, 2003 4:58 pm

And Technopatra, thank you for not letting the bastards get you down. And I'm sure you know who and what I mean by this. Please convey my feelings to Action Girl as well.

IMOK · Post by **IMOK** » Wed Dec 03, 2003 7:09 pm

To the "Livers End" You guys were always there, well somebody was. When all was lost I had a place to chill, and the love well... on behalf of the "HEY" clan Thanx

Driveway · Post by **Driveway** » Thu Dec 04, 2003 5:45 pm

There´s a guy out there somewhere, I met him only very breifly in the line for the porta pótty, where I met so many other wonderful people. I was wearing a shirt my freind had brought me back from thailand and this guy saw it and said " Thailand!" (Ironically) I said, "My friend bought it, I never been. But I´m going to Cuba this fall!" (I´m Canadian. WE get to go...neener neener)

Then this guy said "Nicaragua, it´s awesome." I said "thanks" and then it was my turn to pee.

Well, I listend to that guy. I´m curently sitting in a Cyber cafe in San Salvador having just finished a journey through Central America and you know what, Nicaragua was my favourite part. So, to that guy, THANK YOU! (Tomorrow I fly to Cuba, I´ll say Wassup to Castro for y´all)

There´s also another Burner out there who deserves my thanks. This one is a bit of a tale so bear with me...

Our plan had been to leave on Sunday after the temple burn. You remember Sunday? The insane dust storm that blew most of the afternoon? Well whilst you were all taking shelter, we were tearing down our camp and packing it into our rented ford explorer (note carefully the word RENTED) Finally, everything was down, the car was packed and we were ready to go. Off we went to watch the temple burn, which was one of the most awesome experiences of my life, but about to be eclipsed.

We watch the burn, take our time walking back to our camp (ROCKTORIA!!!) reflecting on the week that had been. Now, I{ll remind you again that everything we have is packed and locked inside the rented ford explorer. Imagine our dismay when we discover that the ONLY KEY to this vehicle has fallen out of my girlfriends pocket and is now somewhere in the desert between our camp and the friggin´temple.

Fortunately we were camping with awesome people who immediately grabbed flashlights and we set out forensic-team style accross the playa. We walk from our camp to the temple twice, to no avail. Deciding to cut our losess we bed down for the night, my girlfriend and I in the back of someone´s Jeep Grand Cherokee.

The next morning we awake and assess the situation. We head for the lost and found and examine the found keys. Ours is not there. Very well...we put our names down on the locksmith list and get in line for the phone. We end up talking to AMA...
"Gerlach? Uh...lemme transfer you to someone in Nevada...Hold please...Oh? You have a CANADIAN card? I need to transfer you back to New York, Hold please...Yup, your card is legitimate, now where are you? Sorry, where is that? Let me transfer you to Nevada. Hold please."

Finally we end up talking to someone who thinks he may be able to get a key cut and brought out to us. Oh..wait...wait...the connection got broken. Well FUCK! So we go through the joys of the AMA phone system again. We get a different girl at the end of this and the best she can do for us is send us a tow truck, from possibly as far away as Reno which will tow us to Frenell ( I STILL have no idea where the hell that town is) where there is a man who can cut us a new key. Oh wait..it´s labour day. he´s not open today, you´ll have to spend the night there. Sweet. Scenic Frenell, Nevada.

Meanwhile, the locksmith arrives at our vehicle.
"Sure I can get that open" He says to my beautiful girlfriend. And pulls out a chisel-like object and a hammer and prepares to bash open the lock of our rental car. Which is currently on her fathers Credit card.
"Um...maybe you shouldn´t" She says.
He says nothing and draws back the hammer.
" By that I mean don´t touch that FUCKING CAR!!!" (My girlfriend can be quite forceful, part of why I love her so.)
So she sets off to find me and tell me that our shit is STILL locked in the car and looks like it may stay that way for a while.

So there we are, on hold one final time while the woman tries to locate a tow truck SOMEWHERE in North Western Nevada that will come to our rescue when someone...I never even saw who it was...enters the tent and throws another key on the table. My friend tells me that this has occured and I check...what´s this?

It´s a ford key.

It´s got a remote entry device.

It´s got a tag with a bunch of info on it.

One of the peices of info is...our cars liscence plate...

"Stay on the phone!" I shout as I leap on my playa-bike and race for camp. En route I pass Tasha coming to tell me of the incident with the locksmith.
"Follow me!" I cry.

I get back to camp, don´t look at anyone...walk straight to the car... I insert the key...I TURN the key...the door opens...I sit down in the car...I put the key in the ignition...I turn the key AGAIN...the car STARTS.

I leap from the car with ululating yells of wild abandon! I dance better than I have danced all week! The whole neighborhood, who have all by now heard of our plight, begin to rejoice with me! There is much rejoicing!! We gather up all those who need to be in this car...climb in the car...and drive the 17 hours back to Canada. Home never looked so sweet.

So...to whomever found that Key----THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!!!!

Also, a big thanks to my girlfriend for losing the thing in the first place and giving me such an awesome story.

foamin' at the mouth · Post by **foamin' at the mouth** » Thu Dec 04, 2003 7:41 pm

Thanks so much for sharing this story and most especially since you are on an adventure so far away. Having a perfect moment imagining you sitting in an internet cafe there writing this.Wondering why but so glad you did! Having tried to use slow connections in Belize, I appreciate the challenge.

Regards!

Last Real Burner · Post by **Last Real Burner** » Thu Dec 04, 2003 8:06 pm

all is right with the world, just wait and see.

thankfully,
the rebbi

Driveway · Post by **Driveway** » Fri Dec 05, 2003 8:07 am

Foamin´-- bizarre coincidence, last book I read whilst on my adventure was Gulliver´s Travels.

Gentle Yahoo indeed.

foamin' at the mouth · Post by **foamin' at the mouth** » Fri Dec 05, 2003 9:02 am

Yeah, too bad most people never read the real unexpurgated version. Only the kiddy version. The US feels a little like Laputa these days don't you think? And this was the Platonic world of the Hwynhhmns 'til the bullys showed up.

Chai Guy · Post by **Chai Guy** » Fri Dec 05, 2003 1:35 pm

Meanwhile, the locksmith arrives at our vehicle.
"Sure I can get that open" He says to my beautiful girlfriend. And pulls out a chisel-like object and a hammer and prepares to bash open the lock of our rental car. Which is currently on her fathers Credit card.
"Um...maybe you shouldn´t" She says.
He says nothing and draws back the hammer.
" By that I mean don´t touch that FUCKING CAR!!!"

If I had been drinking milk when I read this, it would have come out my nose. Thanks for the great story!

antron · Post by **antron** » Fri Dec 05, 2003 4:56 pm

the eplaya is quite nice today. thank you to all of you who are responsible. i think i'll stay around a while and read.

Chai Guy · Post by **Chai Guy** » Thu Jan 08, 2004 5:48 pm

On the subject of "keys being lost" I had a campmate lock her keys in her car. Somebody found a slim jim and we tried for about a half hour to open the door to no avail. Finally another camp mate rode up on his bike and said "Hey, is that a Ford?" we said YEP, and he ran and got his car keys, we thought he was crazy, but guess what? His key fit the other car's lock! It should also be noted that both of these cars were Ford rental cars (rented from different companies in different states) one was a mini van the other a sedan, but same year (2003) cars and the locks were keyed the same. Weird huh?

DVD Burner · Post by **DVD Burner** » Wed Jan 19, 2005 12:38 pm

Thank you Lydia for this thread.

samtzu · Post by **samtzu** » Wed Jan 19, 2005 1:27 pm

Chai Guy wrote:On the subject of "keys being lost" I had a campmate lock her keys in her car. Somebody found a slim jim and we tried for about a half hour to open the door to no avail. Finally another camp mate rode up on his bike and said "Hey, is that a Ford?" we said YEP, and he ran and got his car keys, we thought he was crazy, but guess what? His key fit the other car's lock! It should also be noted that both of these cars were Ford rental cars (rented from different companies in different states) one was a mini van the other a sedan, but same year (2003) cars and the locks were keyed the same. Weird huh?

Not weird... I worked for a MAJOR truck mfg. co. and there are only, at the most, fifty different keycodes for all of their vehicles. Translate that to several million vehicles that are on the road right now, and you have a very good receipe for disaster...

helitack · Post by **helitack** » Wed Jan 19, 2005 1:36 pm

~~~~heli wrote, last week~~~~~
I confess, that I have seen heaven, and the angels glow with neon lights, that the vastness of the universe cannot come close to shared passion. A passion that only increases every day, because something so special has no enemies, no boundaries, no end. Wow, damn, gawd

Thank you K for absolutely everything that you have done, said, been and continue to be. Soon Babe, soon. your heli

Thank You!

Thanks to my guardian angels.

Thanks, Redux

I wish I could remember my latin

I got a couple people...

fabulous tale of lost keys and found joy

It's like I always say...