Missed at the Meet & Greet...
- Borris
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Missed at the Meet & Greet...
Datura
Bob (not that i thought he would show, but still)
Mayfield (Same as bob)
Kiamix & Dragontear
where did they disappear to??
Bob (not that i thought he would show, but still)
Mayfield (Same as bob)
Kiamix & Dragontear
where did they disappear to??
Shit, where was i for the last week... ehm...
- Lydia Love
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- Lydia Love
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precipitate
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We got there on Sat. night, walked to the base of the man, climbed the stairs and bumped into Mayfield. He had a mouthful of some organic material that left a strange taste in his mouth. I gave him a tale of woe and he offered to dispatch a DPW truck! I was happy to finally meet the guy. I bumped into him again several nights later at the big-ass candle. I was gratified that he remebered me.
Truly, he is a force of nature.
Truly, he is a force of nature.
Fight for the fifth freedom!
- Rob the Wop
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Sorry folks
The old BBS went down with the message I sent out. I guess I'll post something and be gone.
What it all boils down to, is that Burning Man is special to individuals in its own way. But the feelings that others have for BM just aren't in me anymore. Two things really put a damper on me.
One was traveling out on a buddies artcar (an elephant) out to the Temple of Joy. He parked to talk to another person driving a motorized couch. While standing around, a raver/hippie couple came up discussing how cool it would be to steal the artcar. They started towards the driver's seat when I said that it wouldn't be a good idea. Then the couch folks climbed up in Pearl (the elephant) while we sat on the couch. During this I could hear the girl trying to talk her boyfriend into stealing the couch this time. She approached us and said, "Wouldn't it be cool to take this out on the playa? How do you start it?" "No. People worked hard on these art cars." "Oh." And they wandered off.
The second thing was a campmate taking her bike to the porta-potties. Left the bike out front of the pisser, came out and it was gone. Luckily, the same person used it to take a leak later, and she stole it back.
There were a number of minor incidents that showed the same type of "me, me, me" spirit in camps around us, and in people we talked to. Not everyone was like this, but enough folks to put a damper on my experience. Plus I like to share freaky experiences with my sweetheart, who didn't want to come this year.
When I first went in 97, it opened my eyes. I joined the Cacophony Society and came out loaded for bear in 98. Me and my sweetie came out in 99 with no expectations, and we had a very disappointing time.
The things that drew me to BM in the past were the art, dressing up freaky, seeing others dress up freaky, the atmosphere, and the partying. Since joining the Cacos and meeting my baby, I dress up funky quite often for events- and me and J dress up for the hell of it to freak out the natives. She's and artist and I just bought an airbrush/compressor combo. So we do a lot of weird and artistic stuff all throughout the year.
Well I can't really party too much this year due to medical reasons, and Portland has a good music scene- so the music I heard on the playa was not that impressive to me. So that leaves the art. Well, I seen less this year compared to years past. More sound installations and less art.
The desert itself is not at all unique to me. I lived 30 miles from Death Valley for 12 years of my teen and later life, at one point with a dry lake bed a quarter mile from my back door. I have grown to hate the desert. I'm also a very light sleeper, always have been, always will be. Thursday morning I woke up and decided that, though the art was cool, all the others things that drew me originally to BM- I do on a regular basis at the homestead. And some of the things I hate the most in life (deserts and sleep deprivation), where par for course in BM. In short, I've grown past Burning Man.
So I woke up Thursday with the intention to leave Friday morning, so that I could hit the M&G and my friend's wedding at the Tiger Dome right after that. I announced it at breakfast, and my friend Nurse Nancy asked if she could ride home with me. She had chipped her tooth the night before and it was starting to hurt. She was hoping to get into a dentist, but she would have to wait until Tuesday due to the Labor day weekend. After cooling off, forcing down as much chow as I could, I was feeling increasing more sick to my stomach. About 20 minutes later I decided that, if I already made the conscious decision to leave, I might as well simply bite the bullet and go. I wouldn't enjoy myself feeling ill, the heat would simply make me feel more ill, and if I left that morning- Nancy could call in an appointment on the road and see a dentist on Friday rather than wait til' Tuesday. So I dropped off a bunch of food and water to the camp, plus tons of alcoholic libations, and packed up and left.
It's just not an event for me anymore. I like the people, art, and costumes- but I can enjoy that in the local burner events. So I decided to still be active in the local scene, help out my friends with artwork and building their camps, but just stay home rather than go to the event itself. I can use the vacation time to hit Europe and parts unknown.
I did want to meet you folks, but cest la vie. I'll see folks at various Decompressions or dressed as Santa.
What it all boils down to, is that Burning Man is special to individuals in its own way. But the feelings that others have for BM just aren't in me anymore. Two things really put a damper on me.
One was traveling out on a buddies artcar (an elephant) out to the Temple of Joy. He parked to talk to another person driving a motorized couch. While standing around, a raver/hippie couple came up discussing how cool it would be to steal the artcar. They started towards the driver's seat when I said that it wouldn't be a good idea. Then the couch folks climbed up in Pearl (the elephant) while we sat on the couch. During this I could hear the girl trying to talk her boyfriend into stealing the couch this time. She approached us and said, "Wouldn't it be cool to take this out on the playa? How do you start it?" "No. People worked hard on these art cars." "Oh." And they wandered off.
The second thing was a campmate taking her bike to the porta-potties. Left the bike out front of the pisser, came out and it was gone. Luckily, the same person used it to take a leak later, and she stole it back.
There were a number of minor incidents that showed the same type of "me, me, me" spirit in camps around us, and in people we talked to. Not everyone was like this, but enough folks to put a damper on my experience. Plus I like to share freaky experiences with my sweetheart, who didn't want to come this year.
When I first went in 97, it opened my eyes. I joined the Cacophony Society and came out loaded for bear in 98. Me and my sweetie came out in 99 with no expectations, and we had a very disappointing time.
The things that drew me to BM in the past were the art, dressing up freaky, seeing others dress up freaky, the atmosphere, and the partying. Since joining the Cacos and meeting my baby, I dress up funky quite often for events- and me and J dress up for the hell of it to freak out the natives. She's and artist and I just bought an airbrush/compressor combo. So we do a lot of weird and artistic stuff all throughout the year.
Well I can't really party too much this year due to medical reasons, and Portland has a good music scene- so the music I heard on the playa was not that impressive to me. So that leaves the art. Well, I seen less this year compared to years past. More sound installations and less art.
The desert itself is not at all unique to me. I lived 30 miles from Death Valley for 12 years of my teen and later life, at one point with a dry lake bed a quarter mile from my back door. I have grown to hate the desert. I'm also a very light sleeper, always have been, always will be. Thursday morning I woke up and decided that, though the art was cool, all the others things that drew me originally to BM- I do on a regular basis at the homestead. And some of the things I hate the most in life (deserts and sleep deprivation), where par for course in BM. In short, I've grown past Burning Man.
So I woke up Thursday with the intention to leave Friday morning, so that I could hit the M&G and my friend's wedding at the Tiger Dome right after that. I announced it at breakfast, and my friend Nurse Nancy asked if she could ride home with me. She had chipped her tooth the night before and it was starting to hurt. She was hoping to get into a dentist, but she would have to wait until Tuesday due to the Labor day weekend. After cooling off, forcing down as much chow as I could, I was feeling increasing more sick to my stomach. About 20 minutes later I decided that, if I already made the conscious decision to leave, I might as well simply bite the bullet and go. I wouldn't enjoy myself feeling ill, the heat would simply make me feel more ill, and if I left that morning- Nancy could call in an appointment on the road and see a dentist on Friday rather than wait til' Tuesday. So I dropped off a bunch of food and water to the camp, plus tons of alcoholic libations, and packed up and left.
It's just not an event for me anymore. I like the people, art, and costumes- but I can enjoy that in the local burner events. So I decided to still be active in the local scene, help out my friends with artwork and building their camps, but just stay home rather than go to the event itself. I can use the vacation time to hit Europe and parts unknown.
I did want to meet you folks, but cest la vie. I'll see folks at various Decompressions or dressed as Santa.
Re: Sorry folks
At least we know who to blame.Rob the Wop wrote:The old BBS went down with the message I sent out..
I'm bummed that I didn't get to meet you, Rob. Braid me a back hair x-mas tree ornament sometime?
PJ
- Rob the Wop
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Re: Sorry folks
I know you have a plane, do you ever fly out to the Hillsboro airport near Portland, OR? It's a small airport for small craft. I happen to live literally a block away from the airport. Ifins ya do, I can pour various homemade liqours down yer throat.PJ wrote:At least we know who to blame.Rob the Wop wrote:The old BBS went down with the message I sent out..
I'm bummed that I didn't get to meet you, Rob. Braid me a back hair x-mas tree ornament sometime?
PJ
BTW, went out to see Chuck Palahniuk at Powell's. Never read his book, but I wanted him to sign the page were he talks about Reindeer Fucker. He he he.
Re: Sorry folks
It's easily within range, but I've not yet had reason to head up thataway.Rob the Wop wrote:...I know you have a plane, do you ever fly out to the Hillsboro airport near Portland, OR?
Had a great-uncle (best storyteller I'll ever know) that lived in a beautiful place in Portland. Nice city, or at least it was way back when I was a little kid.
- Rob the Wop
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Re: Sorry folks
Still is a beautiful city. I've lived many places, and this is the only big city where I can feel completely safe walking anywhere downtown at any time of night or day. Lots of culture, music, and art. Incredible microbrews everywhere (you are more likely to find a place that doesn't serve Bud, than micros), beautiful landscaping, and awesome food. I like P-town so much that I've pretty much decided to plant roots out here.PJ wrote:It's easily within range, but I've not yet had reason to head up thataway.Rob the Wop wrote:...I know you have a plane, do you ever fly out to the Hillsboro airport near Portland, OR?
Had a great-uncle (best storyteller I'll ever know) that lived in a beautiful place in Portland. Nice city, or at least it was way back when I was a little kid.
Hell ifins you do come out here, there is a Max station about a 1/4 mile off the front of the airport. You could land, walk out the front to the station, get a Max ticket ($1.55), and be in the middle of downtown in 40 minutes.
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Re: Sorry folks
WOO! Thread drifting at its finest... Anyway.. hubby and I head down to portland every so often. We will have to let you know the next time we head down there, maybe meet you up for beers.Rob the Wop wrote:
Still is a beautiful city. I've lived many places, and this is the only big city where I can feel completely safe walking anywhere downtown at any time of night or day. Lots of culture, music, and art. Incredible microbrews everywhere (you are more likely to find a place that doesn't serve Bud, than micros), beautiful landscaping, and awesome food. I like P-town so much that I've pretty much decided to plant roots out here.
Hell ifins you do come out here, there is a Max station about a 1/4 mile off the front of the airport. You could land, walk out the front to the station, get a Max ticket ($1.55), and be in the middle of downtown in 40 minutes.
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- Rob the Wop
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Sounds good. Got a tap in the garage and a huge back porch for properly appreciating homebrew. Bring some of your famous ale and I'll supply the homemade cioppino and round two o drinkies.RebA! wrote:
next time we head down there, maybe meet you up for beers.
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precipitate
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> "me, me, me" spirit
My favorite it's-all-about-me exchange from this year. Sitting in my friend's shade on Esplanade, having just talked a campmate out of doing something really stupid. Hippie guy (patchouli, barefoot, dreads, patchwork coat and all) comes up and bums a cigarette. My friend J and I continue our conversation.
ME: There's been a lot of theft this year.
J: Yeah, someone stole blankets out of my truck last night.
HIPPIE: Man that's terrible. I would never steal from anyone. That's fucked up.
ME: We've even had people coming through camp going through our coolers.
HIPPIE: Unless it's water. And you're thirsty. If people leave their water out, it's OK to take some. I was really thirsty the other night and these people had like lemonade and Gatorade and water in these big coolers on their table so I had some water.
I was too exhausted from the defusing the potentially horrible campmate situation to argue with him. Just sent the clueless hippie on his merry way.
My favorite it's-all-about-me exchange from this year. Sitting in my friend's shade on Esplanade, having just talked a campmate out of doing something really stupid. Hippie guy (patchouli, barefoot, dreads, patchwork coat and all) comes up and bums a cigarette. My friend J and I continue our conversation.
ME: There's been a lot of theft this year.
J: Yeah, someone stole blankets out of my truck last night.
HIPPIE: Man that's terrible. I would never steal from anyone. That's fucked up.
ME: We've even had people coming through camp going through our coolers.
HIPPIE: Unless it's water. And you're thirsty. If people leave their water out, it's OK to take some. I was really thirsty the other night and these people had like lemonade and Gatorade and water in these big coolers on their table so I had some water.
I was too exhausted from the defusing the potentially horrible campmate situation to argue with him. Just sent the clueless hippie on his merry way.
I slept through it
who woulda thunk running an esplanade camp would be so much work?
I'm trying to decide what's worse: theft of water (a survival necessity, but maybe you have extra) or a bike (possibly expensive and essential to enjoy much of the event's attractions.)precipitate wrote:"...If people leave their water out, it's OK to take some. I was really thirsty the other night and these people had like lemonade and Gatorade and water in these big coolers on their table so I had some water..."
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Zane5100 wrote:Hopefully I'll have an answer about bringing PJ (well, our ration of him at least) soon.

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We need to make the NEB happen this year. I mean it and it's relevent. I'm stretched so damn thin that I just can't take it up fully. If someone can bring a treadle machine, I'll step up for some rounds of sewing.PurpleKoosh wrote:Now someone needs to go bump one of Nipples' threads....
OMFG. How can we have a Booby Bar without a picture of Nipples?!
BBSue mentioned something about it. Can the Booby Bar have a sewing machine?
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- AntiM
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Oh man, I have a working treadle, but for one, it is heavy as fuck, all cast iron base. And two, I don't know if it would survive the playa or not, it is old. must think about it. I mean, we do bring the shave ice machine, and that's old and made of cast iron, but it is also practically indestructible.