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by samtzu » Sun Oct 24, 2004 3:50 pm
Hey, Tisha.... sorry... I fell asleep at your table. It was a long 24 hours. Our camp (which actually was in the best fucking location on the property) was on a direct line from the speakers from the techno dance camp up the hill. I was able to listen all the way to eight o' clock this morning with no interuption. Sleep? Naw, I've given it up.
Plus, it was wet.
Plus it was cold.
But, all the minor stuff aside, the Burning of the Man was great! I'll try to post a picture (as soon as I figure out how to get mine on the web). The Man hung in there until the end, even though he had rockets and roman candles firing from the area around his feet right into his crotch. Dunno' if that was planned or not, looked painful, though. Oh, yeah, and rockets rococheting off his umbrella (Hey, it was raining) into the crowd. THAT was fun! Rian, Jason, Rob and I were hanging out together, shouting incomprehensible gibberish through Rob's Official Yahoo Megaphone. Can you imaging Rob yelling "Show me your Tits" in a freezing cold field at night after a rain? Well, he was shown some tits! He said it was five, Rian said it was nine... but I don't do math, so I dunno' who was right. It was Priceless...
Oh, and Woodrow came out and waved to all his fans... It was a Kodak moment, but thank God, nobody took any pictures. (I think he was a little tipsy). He's sleeping now, which is what I plan on doing next... can you say "Beat-ass-tired"?
The revolutionary does not grow up because he cannot grow, while the creative individual cannot grow up because he keeps growing ~~ Eric Hoffer