Pousser La Limite !

[DVD Burner]

Just my personal opinion, butt………………….
What do you think, or what's you're personal opinion or experience?
Any opinion on consequences’ suffered or enjoyed from the experience?

To me, and this is just me but I don’t know,
BM seems to be a personal bout of ones endeavors.
A personal challenge of ones self.
A personal challenge,

sometimes,

of when one decides to go, where one decides to go, sometimes....

in relation to what one has going on at the time in the default world……….............................sometimes……………………………………


Hope that makes some kind of sense?

I’m just streamin .......................................................of………thought.

If it's too personal for anyone to post/say about their experience, because,

I understand this may be pushin it...A .....bit............ PM me if you like.
I’d love to share………………….........……


Or you are welcome to just tell me or not, “kiss my buttâ€

[DVD Burner]

Hope no one is offended.

[DVD Burner]

[Toolmaker]

you will NEVER catch up to DaFish

[pinemom]

He's got more then me!

[oneeyeddick]

Will someone turn on a light for me ?

[Oldguy]

I always like to put down a piece of bread under my meatloaf when preparing a tv dinner. And I remember to stir the corn before the potatoes.. wait... what was the question?

[erri2000]

Let me give it a shot.

2007 was my first year.

Burning Man for me is like dust that filled the cracks of my broken soul and allowed me to wander freely in my body again.

The best part is I do not feel I owe anyone or anyone owes me for it. It was a gift I gave myself. The first true gift I have ever given myself.

It was not one event, person, place, or thing (NOTE: Although the “Thingâ€

[pinemom]

I lived on this crazy blue marble for 40 yrs thinking I was the only martian, a person from another planet, because I could only relate to the default fucks as long as I transformed myself into what they thought they wanted to see.
When I finally Got to BM...I truely understood that there were lots of us martians dropped off.

Now Im all good to live my life sharing time with my martian family!

Yes, I still need to do the quikchange everyonce in awhile, but not much anymore.

VIVA la MARTIAN!

[DVD Burner]

Ok,

The subject of this thread is "Pushing the limit".

I was hoping for some pushing the envelope stories from BM.

[erri2000]

Well that is easy. I kept my mouth shut as much as I possibly could and let others talk about what ever they wanted to.

I still spoke a lot, but I was happy that I heard more than I said.

It was really tough.

[help]

Devirginitized en playa-2007.
The whole experience pushed my limits. Sorry, no details-you know what they say about admitting things in writing-especially email.


After re-entry into default, I wrote my camp-mates a thankyou note:

Sorry to bug you all, but has anyone seen my fear? I think, feel, know I
lost it on the playa. In Default, I interact very differently now. I know
I am a good person, with truly good intentions, a good upbringing, and a
significant education. The good heart, entrusted to me by those who've
gone before, still remains. Yet, I know something is different. I have
lost my fear. I am sure I had it with me when I got to the playa. I saw
it, felt it, heard it in my own head. It was there, then. Sure, I
understand, "the playa giveth, and the playa taketh away," and that
happened to/for me. But, I seem to have lost my "fear." I don't really
want to reclaim it, as I know it had no relative value, now. But, it's
gone. I didn't give it away on purpose. I think it was taken from me.
One of those 49,000 people, who were my best friends, co-conspirators,
and/or neighbors must have snuck into my most private life, and lifted it
from me. It's not that I really want it back. I have no doubt that they
tossed it onto a communal burn pile, and it is gone forever. Yet, if any
one of you, who was most instrumental in the greatest catalyst of change in my life thus far, sees, or has my fear, please do me the following favor.

Take it, twist it into a nice neat compact ball, and toss it onto the next burn pile you see.
I do not need it anymore.
My head/life has expanded so much, that there is simply no room for fear. And without fear, there is no further need for prejudice, worry, or guilt. All that empty space, vacated by the aforementioned, has been filled with wonder, awe, respect, love, honor, and empathy. Amazingly, before, I didn't even know was possible.

If you took my fear, thank you.
If you find my fear, (or anyones', for that matter) burn it.

I have no place for it in the rest of my life. (And neither would they.)

Thanks All,

)'(elp
More than a mere moniker,
Literally a lifestyle.

[thisisthatwhichis]

Wow, very well said Help...... Maybe that's why it is so difficult to describe BM to anyone whom has not been there to actually experience it......

They still carry their (insert emotion/notion here) , and cannot apply any perspective to it.

[erri2000]

If you took my fear, thank you.
If you find my fear, (or anyones', for that matter) burn it.

I have no place for it in the rest of my life. (And neither would they.)

That is so well put.

Isn't wild how Burning Man seems like it is "just for you".

For the fear, I am with you, although I still have a healthy amount of fear I carry around, but of the right things. I became more aware.

[Box Burner]

I cannot remember the author, or the title, but I read a science fiction story that applies.

In this story everyone goes to school until they are 18. On graduation day each student has his brain programmed with everything he will need to know for the profession he has shown the most aptitude for. After which he goes on to become a happy productive member of society. In the story the main character is told on graduation day that his aptitude does not match anything for which he can be given a profession so he will not be given one and will have to just make out the best he can. He of course becomes somewhat of an outcast because he does not fit in anywhere "and is not smart enough to have a profession". He spends the next few years trying to to join any profession but not being able to compete be cause he does not enough, having never been programed to know enough about any of them. In a last ditch effort to prove his worth he takes parts of different professions and combines them to make something new and/or fix some existing problem. He buids it in secret and unveils it during a planetwide celebration. Upon doing so he is immediately arrested. He is then taken, in secret, to a place where he meets the real scientists/leaders who tell him that he is a free thinker and what he has an aptitude for and excels at cannot be taught or programmed in, and a person can only learn and develop it for himself. He is told that if he still wishes a regular profession he could have his memory erased and be given any profession that he chooses, but that his real ability was as a free thinker and scientist. he is also told that a number of the candidates in his position simply go crazy.

I think that a high percentage of burners are these freethinkers/scientists. Only a few such people are ever really accepted into normal society.

We are the crazy ones. Unpredictable and most likely to develop something new, wonderful and amazing. If only we did not have to spend all our energy trying to fit in somehow.

IMHO

[DVD Burner]

Now the thread is on the right track.

thanks!

[Barbie]

Wow- I'm not going to spend anymore time trying to fit IN!!!!

[pinemom]

why on earth would you TRY to fit in?
that would be like wearing a size 9 shoe and putting on a pair size 6 and walking across the playa, to fit in ...I dont recommend it, you wont be happy at all and your feet would hate you!
more then likely get up in the middle of night and sneak outa the tent, and leave your ass behind!

[DVD Burner]

Wow- I'm not going to spend anymore time trying to fit IN!!!!

You just did!

[AntiM]

Moving into Project Artaud at age 18 pushed my envelope, as did moving to Iran at 16, missing school and traveling at 13, and so on ... Burning Man is unique, but I'm never crossed a boundary there I have encountered long ago and far away.

[DVD Burner]

Are you talking about theater Artaud on Mariposa?

[AntiM]

Yes, it used to be communal living spaces. I have the feeling it ain't what it used to be. Naked dance troupe, free box clothing, potlucks, parties, galleries and studios, circus training on the slackrope, performance art as a way of life, communal garden, communal bathrooms and showers ... the theater was simply the big open two-story space, no seating except the wooden floor.

I thought it was on Alabama? Or is that the other side? We had a full city block.

[Box Burner]

You are lucky AntiM. Many of us have been seriously damaged by the boundaries and "truths" that were taught and imposed upon us.

A few I think will never recover.

[BitterDan]

Hope no one is offended.

Offended? Shit, I don't even know what you are talking about...

[AntiM]

You are lucky AntiM. Many of us have been seriously damaged by the boundaries and "truths" that were taught and imposed upon us.

A few I think will never recover.

Oh, I didn't say I wasn't damaged .... but I do feel lucky I've been around a few blocks.

[DVD Burner]

Yes, it used to be communal living spaces. I have the feeling it ain't what it used to be. Naked dance troupe, free box clothing, potlucks, parties, galleries and studios, circus training on the slackrope, performance art as a way of life, communal garden, communal bathrooms and showers ... the theater was simply the big open two-story space, no seating except the wooden floor.

I thought it was on Alabama? Or is that the other side? We had a full city block.

Ok, That place is called "Project 1", still Artaud but there is another warehouse kiddy corner to that called "project 2" Developing environments.

That's where I lived for many years. It was only for "commercially successful artists". (snobs)
It was great living there. My next door neighbors were Rick Anderson the bass player of the Tubes and the artists that made "Robo cop" and all the other robots from the movies. It was a super blast and Rick, his wife Maria and I had so much fun.
Rick liked how I played so much he wanted to play guitar instead, with me on bass. I have some really great recordings that the producer at the time and still to this day will not release. (real ASSHOLE) Kept Badgering me cause he never beleived that I played and wrote the stuff. I dont know why that is even after I do it all right in front of them I always get this "no you didn't just do that".
You must have been in Artaud when Whoopie, Robin Williams and Christopher Reeves were living there. Sounds about that time.
Is this so?

Some of the original burtners live there.......still.

[pinemom]

I agree with AntiM, I am what I am today, because of experiences yesturday.

And I look forward to what I will be tomorrow~

[Box Burner]

Hey DVD, I would love to hear some of those recordings.

[AntiM]

Yes, it used to be communal living spaces. I have the feeling it ain't what it used to be. Naked dance troupe, free box clothing, potlucks, parties, galleries and studios, circus training on the slackrope, performance art as a way of life, communal garden, communal bathrooms and showers ... the theater was simply the big open two-story space, no seating except the wooden floor.

I thought it was on Alabama? Or is that the other side? We had a full city block.

Ok, That place is called "Project 1", still Artaud but there is another warehouse kiddy corner to that called "project 2" Developing environments.

That's where I lived for many years. It was only for "commercially successful artists". (snobs)
It was great living there. My next door neighbors were Rick Anderson the bass player of the Tubes and the artists that made "Robo cop" and all the other robots from the movies. It was a super blast and Rick, his wife Maria and I had so much fun.
Rick liked how I played so much he wanted to play guitar instead, with me on bass. I have some really great recordings that the producer at the time and still to this day will not release. (real ASSHOLE) Kept Badgering me cause he never beleived that I played and wrote the stuff. I dont know why that is even after I do it all right in front of them I always get this "no you didn't just do that".
You must have been in Artaud when Whoopie, Robin Williams and Christopher Reeves were living there. Sounds about that time.
Is this so?

Some of the original burtners live there.......still.

Oh, before that ... never knew the famous folk lived there. Charlie X-ray, Charlie Airwaves, Aquarius, Birdy Messenger, Summerwind, Lynne the ballerina, Shell, Chastity Antoinette. I never was good on names, I'll remember more out of the blue later. It was supposed to be all artists, but you only had to say you were one, of any kind, so success required. I slid in as Birdy's nanny and watched after Samantha. I left when Birdy got too heavily into speed and became paranoid that I was stealing her youth. Right. Poor Sam, I wanted to help but I wasn't much more than a kid myself.

1975 ~ 1976. My brother lived there before me, I think he was there when the fire in the dance studio provided the insurance money which bought the building outright. It was the old American Can factory. Each wing had a name; he lived in X-wing, I lived in Torque Motel, both on the second floor. There was an annex or co-co-op across the street, I did some babysitting for a couple who had a little boy named Adam. I think.

I wouldn't be surprised a bit if there's burners there who lived there when I did. Like a crucible or burneryness.

[DVD Burner]

Hey DVD, I would love to hear some of those recordings.

So would I. That was some of my best stuff. It still should hold up to this day.
The music video, though not one of my favorite songs, still does well.
But I do not have the masters. Alex Seneki and that asshole producer does. I had a copy but an old girlfriend has it and wont give it back.

I'll see if I can get hold of something of that time.