23 in 3 (days that is)
Everything has happened -- and none of it was subtle.
I will start with burningman:
I went to burningman this year: that was huge, it was life-altering and breath taking and so painful to leave. I miss the desert (with its romance and madness and giddy, stomping burners) more than I have really missed a place before. I remember one day, I woke up and scavenged breakfast from some friendly folk near centre camp. Then I went into centre camp and got an hour and a half long full body massage from a pro. I was completely naked in the midst of (literally) thousands of people swarming and crawling through the camp in search of whatever they were looking for. A beautiful topless woman with long desert forged dreadlocks came and began feeding me ice cream as the masseuse was working over my feet. It was bliss, sheer ice-cream-in-the-desert-bliss. As I was walking away I was immediately approached by two men, one wanted me to help him build a twenty foot tall pizza box -- which I did, and the other wanted to give me the opportunity to experience self-administered electro-convulsive therapy -- which I didn't. Having finished assisting in the construction of the pizza box I was accosted by a ten year old boy with a light saber. He explained that he was a Jedi and I really ought to be one too, with my assistance, he claimed, we could vanquish the evil zombies and pirates. I enlisted in his campaign and was given my very own Jedi name: Atrie Blip Coo Ladi.
This all took place in a three hour span.
The morning after the man burned (an orgiastic display of pyrotechnic glory, with fire dancers, and where everyone peaked simultaneously, as the man ignited, on whatever substance they had ingested -- you could feel it, the shift in the atmosphere as we all got more stoned than we had ever been before) I watched the sun rise with the nine Irish folk I spent my whole trip with. Just as the sun began to rise, 50 foot tall mechanical flowers (one a daisy the other a venus flytrap) jolted awake and stretched to take in the suns rays.
There is so much more than that about that.
Anyway, after one particularly rough semester where I did not quite get a student loan, I am still in debt but still in school. I write for the campus paper now, I love the job -- it suits me quite well. I get go to the CUP (Canadian University Press) conference in Victoria soon to wax nerdy about media.
I find myself missing some people that used to be in my life at this point.
But overall I am happy because that's how I go.
I will start with burningman:
I went to burningman this year: that was huge, it was life-altering and breath taking and so painful to leave. I miss the desert (with its romance and madness and giddy, stomping burners) more than I have really missed a place before. I remember one day, I woke up and scavenged breakfast from some friendly folk near centre camp. Then I went into centre camp and got an hour and a half long full body massage from a pro. I was completely naked in the midst of (literally) thousands of people swarming and crawling through the camp in search of whatever they were looking for. A beautiful topless woman with long desert forged dreadlocks came and began feeding me ice cream as the masseuse was working over my feet. It was bliss, sheer ice-cream-in-the-desert-bliss. As I was walking away I was immediately approached by two men, one wanted me to help him build a twenty foot tall pizza box -- which I did, and the other wanted to give me the opportunity to experience self-administered electro-convulsive therapy -- which I didn't. Having finished assisting in the construction of the pizza box I was accosted by a ten year old boy with a light saber. He explained that he was a Jedi and I really ought to be one too, with my assistance, he claimed, we could vanquish the evil zombies and pirates. I enlisted in his campaign and was given my very own Jedi name: Atrie Blip Coo Ladi.
This all took place in a three hour span.
The morning after the man burned (an orgiastic display of pyrotechnic glory, with fire dancers, and where everyone peaked simultaneously, as the man ignited, on whatever substance they had ingested -- you could feel it, the shift in the atmosphere as we all got more stoned than we had ever been before) I watched the sun rise with the nine Irish folk I spent my whole trip with. Just as the sun began to rise, 50 foot tall mechanical flowers (one a daisy the other a venus flytrap) jolted awake and stretched to take in the suns rays.
There is so much more than that about that.
Anyway, after one particularly rough semester where I did not quite get a student loan, I am still in debt but still in school. I write for the campus paper now, I love the job -- it suits me quite well. I get go to the CUP (Canadian University Press) conference in Victoria soon to wax nerdy about media.
I find myself missing some people that used to be in my life at this point.
But overall I am happy because that's how I go.