Yo,
I grew up in the Bay Area, photographed and culturally immersed myself in 29 countries, dig festivals/cultural events, and of course art in all its many permutations. I lived in the desert for four years; I am very confident in my trekking/survival capabilities, resourcefulness, and self sufficiency and have a lot to offer experience wise.
I applied and have been blessed (honored) to be granted Press Passes and have not quite hammered down how to best apply myself within the overall community. Yes, I have read and re-read the requisite guidance and [b][u][i]have savagely searched in vain for that elusive, fringe, niche group of like minded educated freaks who admire the literary and spiritual genius of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson[/i][/u][/b]. Blend a pinch of authentic Banksy, Salvidor Dali, Magritte, Dirk Van Erp, Frederick Rhead, Gustave Stickley, and a hefty dose of Jimi Hendrix, Leo Kottke, Rudyard Kipling, John Steinbeck, Suzanne Vega, Luther Burbank, NPR, Jean Sheperd, SCOTS, and vintage 1967 Pontiac Tempest OHC6 Sprints with Trader Joes foodstuffs and it might come out looking sort of like me. Any suggestions? The Barbie Theme Camp looks promising...
I will be free of obligations starting the evening of 28 August. My logistics background may not be of much use this late in the game, but I am plenty tallented work wise and simply wish to camp/hang with some like minded folks during the peak heat when I will be of some use. [b]WARNING: I am best left to my own derranged, ferral monkey prowess during the hours of darkness[/b], equipped with only basic provisions and a spastic desire for adventure. Veterans, please use your extensive knowledge to point "Bakey Boy" in the right direction. Thank you so much for taking the time to read this and have a bitchin day.
Very respectfully,
Nathe
Playa Virgin Seeking Gonzo Camp
I'm a huge Thompson fan too (I know, how original). Make sure to visit Bat Country theme camp at 10 o' Clock & Esplanade. (I am not affiliated with them, I just like their theme). Their registration is closed, but that has nothing to do with stopping by and participating in their events or enjoying the atmosphere of their public spaces.
http://www.visitbatcountry.com/plan
Looks like they'll have their 3rd Annual Hunter S. Tuesday party.
http://www.visitbatcountry.com/plan
Looks like they'll have their 3rd Annual Hunter S. Tuesday party.
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Press pass != ticket, you know that, right? I'm not sure myself, but I've seen discussion about this on other threads. If you think your press pass means you DON'T need a ticket you'd better confirm that right-damn-quick.
(you probably are aware of this, but I figured better to put in an extraneous warning than to have some poor guy stuck in the desert trying to figure out if he can afford the $360 (or whatever it is) gate ticket)
(you probably are aware of this, but I figured better to put in an extraneous warning than to have some poor guy stuck in the desert trying to figure out if he can afford the $360 (or whatever it is) gate ticket)
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Isn't there a Hunter S. Thompson bar crawl? I always bring the visor and aloha shirt just in case.
Stop by Anti Ms Home for Wayward Art and see if Genius has made enough of his "Can't Stop Here" woodblocks this year ... one is yours if we don't run out. I have a gallery where art is adopted out to new homes. They tends to go fast, but I can be coaxed.
Yeah, press pass does not usually equal ticket, so do check on that!
Stop by Anti Ms Home for Wayward Art and see if Genius has made enough of his "Can't Stop Here" woodblocks this year ... one is yours if we don't run out. I have a gallery where art is adopted out to new homes. They tends to go fast, but I can be coaxed.
Yeah, press pass does not usually equal ticket, so do check on that!
You are right!! <b><u>Press do</u> require</b> a ticket like any other participant...swampdog wrote:Press pass != ticket, you know that, right? I'm not sure myself, but I've seen discussion about this on other threads. If you think your press pass means you DON'T need a ticket you'd better confirm that right-damn-quick.
(you probably are aware of this, but I figured better to put in an extraneous warning than to have some poor guy stuck in the desert trying to figure out if he can afford the $360 (or whatever it is) gate ticket)
All,
Thankfully Dr. Pyro immediately made it his mission to correspond and exend an invite to the tribe of Barbariens, which I humbly accepted. I wish to take the time to thank those concerned Black Rock citizens about my officially sanctioned, camera totting status with a resolute "Hell Yeah" I bought a ticket! Life is unfortunately a game of you gots to pay in order to play...and to keep some of the seriously mentally ill patients roaming America from unleashing mayhem (thank God for Reaganomics...the Open Ward Society). If you really want a scene, hand out two firecrackers and a single triple stage whistling Tomahawk bottlerocket (with report) to the homeless in the downtown, concrete jungle, of Oakland/Berkeley with explicit instructions to ignite one after three minutes. Many are not patient and gladly oblige instantly. This is not meant in any way look down upon certain folk's plight, but if you want that type of entertainment, it is readily available, everywhere...you just have to know how find it and properly interact...forgoing common sense from time to time and take a nip off a communual jug. Other forms of self confessed "Jesus Freaks" communicating directly with God, out loud, along with sidewalk crack avoiders, and various "others" loosely grouped in the "Delusional" category can be had along the Californian coast, slightly inland. I am sure a contigent of yester years "Twirlers" of the Grateful Dead clan will grace us with their presence and that is a good start I must say. I look forward to another chapter in the ongoing saga I label "The Freak Show", of which I am a proud participant. Gay pride in SF a few weeks back was hillarious (my lasting image is of a couple torturing an early 80s moped amognst the hard core Dykes on Bikes motorcade makes me burst into uncontrollable fits of laughter) The sheer volume of ELPs (Extremely Large People) at the drag strip last weekend spoke volumes about "God Bless Our Doublewide" in rural, Dukes of Hazard, back country, Virginia. The fervor they were whipped into upon blindly witnessing (devoid of hearing protection) a legit rocket powered car at over 130 decibles was priceless. More to follow, but I must send guidance for brewing the high gravity Belgium Raspberry I intend to gift.
Later,
Nathe
Thankfully Dr. Pyro immediately made it his mission to correspond and exend an invite to the tribe of Barbariens, which I humbly accepted. I wish to take the time to thank those concerned Black Rock citizens about my officially sanctioned, camera totting status with a resolute "Hell Yeah" I bought a ticket! Life is unfortunately a game of you gots to pay in order to play...and to keep some of the seriously mentally ill patients roaming America from unleashing mayhem (thank God for Reaganomics...the Open Ward Society). If you really want a scene, hand out two firecrackers and a single triple stage whistling Tomahawk bottlerocket (with report) to the homeless in the downtown, concrete jungle, of Oakland/Berkeley with explicit instructions to ignite one after three minutes. Many are not patient and gladly oblige instantly. This is not meant in any way look down upon certain folk's plight, but if you want that type of entertainment, it is readily available, everywhere...you just have to know how find it and properly interact...forgoing common sense from time to time and take a nip off a communual jug. Other forms of self confessed "Jesus Freaks" communicating directly with God, out loud, along with sidewalk crack avoiders, and various "others" loosely grouped in the "Delusional" category can be had along the Californian coast, slightly inland. I am sure a contigent of yester years "Twirlers" of the Grateful Dead clan will grace us with their presence and that is a good start I must say. I look forward to another chapter in the ongoing saga I label "The Freak Show", of which I am a proud participant. Gay pride in SF a few weeks back was hillarious (my lasting image is of a couple torturing an early 80s moped amognst the hard core Dykes on Bikes motorcade makes me burst into uncontrollable fits of laughter) The sheer volume of ELPs (Extremely Large People) at the drag strip last weekend spoke volumes about "God Bless Our Doublewide" in rural, Dukes of Hazard, back country, Virginia. The fervor they were whipped into upon blindly witnessing (devoid of hearing protection) a legit rocket powered car at over 130 decibles was priceless. More to follow, but I must send guidance for brewing the high gravity Belgium Raspberry I intend to gift.
Later,
Nathe
Bat Country
Just to confirm what Savannah and AntiM have said- please stop by Bat Country and see if our particular brand of gonzo is for you. Ralph Steadman has gifted us with our own bat and mission statement that are worth checking out. We're closed for camping but certainly open for visits- our bar should be top notch this year if a bit chaotic.
And the HST bar crawl; this sounds like our Hunter S Tuesday event. Bring your best Dr. Gonzo and join the craziness!
And the HST bar crawl; this sounds like our Hunter S Tuesday event. Bring your best Dr. Gonzo and join the craziness!