Well, I'm home
from the burn
and I find I have a lot to say and not very much all at the same time.
Cutting here for pictures and words are to follow. Not too dial up friendly.
My immediate family on the playa this year (minus Audrey and Carlos and Sailor)
For the most part, I did have a really great Burn. My camp was fantastic. The projects that I signed on for all worked well. I got to spend some really good time with some LA friends (Patrick and Noosha for example) and some farther friends like Scout. I did leave the village, mostly due to the art cars. I actually rode a bike for the first time in years prompted by wanting to see pivyca's esplanade art. I did get the playa plague, which was one of the moments when I truly felt what it meant to be single on the playa. There were no hookups or crushes, though there were a few really nice kisses. There was consoling friends on love gone lost. The was pride in my village-the art cars (7 total!), my boyfriend Ubie, the "no fucking around good" pizza from the carbecue. Oh, and Barzilla. Oh, and Joshua! And throughout the playa I saw works by friends. Pride.
Ubie and the Cheshire Cat
There was old school goodness with Audrey and Jen Marie there, as well as being sought out by Michael, the neighbor from our first year who kept us from dying. There was love for my Damn Fucking Texans (Who I have decided just need to be in Gigsville I'm done with the walking.) I was fairly close to home but felt able and did just take off when I felt like it. The week did start off perfectly when Steve made performance art out of setting up my tent and the ogling that ensued. My cabana boy army will take down empires. There were sunrises and naps. I again was confirmed in my notion that air conditioning and thumbs is what separates us from the animals. I got to participate in two lovely weddings.
Newly married Girl Bob and JP watching Pixie Sunshine and PF get married.
I had one project not work and that was okay. I was sick through the Creepy Hug Breakfast and that was less okay. I continue to care less about the burn of the Man itself, and more about everything else. This year was truly a vacation for me. There was good catching up with good old friends. But of course there's never enough time.
Here's a story. Burn night post Burn I got a ride out into the city thanks to Steve and friends. We'd been out for a while and I felt the pull, admitted I was lame, and asked to be taken home. Well, when we got there, it was a scene that might only have been happening there. The others I was with cringed and were a bit horrified. I knew that it was important I be home to witness this. That's why I live here.
Spork
I will be back. (Not next year-for real's this time.) But I feel better about letting it go for a year. I loved the people. I loved the art. I felt like my peoples had our shit together. And it was glorious. To see the rest of my pics, go here.
What was my lesson for the year? Don't know really. I know that I am loved. I know that I love my peeps.
and I find I have a lot to say and not very much all at the same time.
Cutting here for pictures and words are to follow. Not too dial up friendly.
My immediate family on the playa this year (minus Audrey and Carlos and Sailor)
For the most part, I did have a really great Burn. My camp was fantastic. The projects that I signed on for all worked well. I got to spend some really good time with some LA friends (Patrick and Noosha for example) and some farther friends like Scout. I did leave the village, mostly due to the art cars. I actually rode a bike for the first time in years prompted by wanting to see pivyca's esplanade art. I did get the playa plague, which was one of the moments when I truly felt what it meant to be single on the playa. There were no hookups or crushes, though there were a few really nice kisses. There was consoling friends on love gone lost. The was pride in my village-the art cars (7 total!), my boyfriend Ubie, the "no fucking around good" pizza from the carbecue. Oh, and Barzilla. Oh, and Joshua! And throughout the playa I saw works by friends. Pride.
Ubie and the Cheshire Cat
There was old school goodness with Audrey and Jen Marie there, as well as being sought out by Michael, the neighbor from our first year who kept us from dying. There was love for my Damn Fucking Texans (Who I have decided just need to be in Gigsville I'm done with the walking.) I was fairly close to home but felt able and did just take off when I felt like it. The week did start off perfectly when Steve made performance art out of setting up my tent and the ogling that ensued. My cabana boy army will take down empires. There were sunrises and naps. I again was confirmed in my notion that air conditioning and thumbs is what separates us from the animals. I got to participate in two lovely weddings.
Newly married Girl Bob and JP watching Pixie Sunshine and PF get married.
I had one project not work and that was okay. I was sick through the Creepy Hug Breakfast and that was less okay. I continue to care less about the burn of the Man itself, and more about everything else. This year was truly a vacation for me. There was good catching up with good old friends. But of course there's never enough time.
Here's a story. Burn night post Burn I got a ride out into the city thanks to Steve and friends. We'd been out for a while and I felt the pull, admitted I was lame, and asked to be taken home. Well, when we got there, it was a scene that might only have been happening there. The others I was with cringed and were a bit horrified. I knew that it was important I be home to witness this. That's why I live here.
Spork
I will be back. (Not next year-for real's this time.) But I feel better about letting it go for a year. I loved the people. I loved the art. I felt like my peoples had our shit together. And it was glorious. To see the rest of my pics, go here.
What was my lesson for the year? Don't know really. I know that I am loved. I know that I love my peeps.