cupcakes, awkward moments, and more brc
i am making cupcakes. it's a little late (some might even say a lot late), but i like cupcakes, and it's the birthday of a friend tomorrow. this time i am making lemon cupcakes with the zest and juice of two lemons! i expect that they will be tasty.
awkward moments... you know that feeling you get sometimes that there is an elephant in the room, but there actually isn't? like, anxious and nervous and expecting that any moment that thing that everyone is thinking about will finally air, but it never does because it isn't actually there? so, i'm trying to be casual and lighthearted, to try to bust through this weird feeling, but it ends up sounding forced and awkward. i hope the mystery elephant in the room will either make itself known or go away!
more moments from the brc:
3. dawn
it was late, and i thought i was tired. i wasn't feeling the groove dancing at the golf ball, so i made my way over to dan (tingling in the smaller dance dome). i pulled my ear plugs out and told him that i was feeling tired and was going to head back to camp. he wished me well and went back to his business. i popped the earplugs back in and made my way back towards camp. as i was walking, i was struck at how different i felt with the city muffled all around me. i felt like an undersea explorer. i could hear my breathing. it was very soothing and i realized that i didn't want sleep, i wanted solitude. so i wandered. it was just starting to get light at the edge of the sky when i found myself at the all-american living room. it was an open scaffold with a couch underneath it facing an old wood box television that played a mosaic of the american flag. there was a coffee table to put your legs up on. the couch faced east-ish, a good view to watch the sunrise. i sat down, relaxed, and watched the colors of the sky change. the next thing i knew, i was waking up. on my left was a cuddling couple, and on my right a guy sitting on the arm of the couch. i must have fallen asleep. i popped the earplugs out and said hello to my couchmates. they said good morning. they were british and quite friendly. the sun had not yet risen, and it seems they had the same notion that i did about the couch. the couple lit a joint and passed it around. i decided to have a drag, since i wasn't conversing. the high settled in as a calm, heavy weight. a skinny man in a motley unitard appeared and asked if we knew where the drummers were. we didn't know. he was carrying a drum (one of those big ones shaped like an hourglass) and a bag of candy that he joked was crack and heroin. he pronounced marijuana "mary-jew-ah-nah". he was trying too hard to make friends and it was a little awkward. we listened distractedly as he rambled. the sun started to breach and he sat on his drum and began to softly play. i swallowed a gulp of my water. i could hear myself breathe as impossibly brilliant light spilled into a canary blue horizon.
4. ring wings
it was a blistering hot afternoon, and we were roaming the desert looking for interesting art. over towards the lower hours, we came across a roped-off circle. in the center was a steel ring mounted vertically on an axle sunk into the ground. on the sides of the ring were giant majestic steel wings, the glinting layered feathers were both wicked and graceful. at first the rope seemed to indicate that the art was not interactive. but after some discussion, it was decided that the rope was there to keep fast (bikers) or careless (drunken) citizens from wing-related decapitation. so in we went. you could stand inside the ring and grip the sides and the whole assembly could spin. you never got going very fast (even if two people pushed) but that wasn't the point. some people were disappointed that it wasn't a merry-go-round. but why? as you gripped the hot metal ring, you could almost imagine the two massive pinions straining your shoulderblades as they gained purchase on the rippling thermals and bore you up. up to the land of valkyries and harleys. unlike an angel's wings which were just the dressings of snappy obedience, these were hot welded instruments of freedom. wild, ferocious and unafraid.
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yay! my cupcakes are all done and it's only 3AM. :-/
time to get a few hours of sleep before work. wish me lovely slumbers...
awkward moments... you know that feeling you get sometimes that there is an elephant in the room, but there actually isn't? like, anxious and nervous and expecting that any moment that thing that everyone is thinking about will finally air, but it never does because it isn't actually there? so, i'm trying to be casual and lighthearted, to try to bust through this weird feeling, but it ends up sounding forced and awkward. i hope the mystery elephant in the room will either make itself known or go away!
more moments from the brc:
3. dawn
it was late, and i thought i was tired. i wasn't feeling the groove dancing at the golf ball, so i made my way over to dan (tingling in the smaller dance dome). i pulled my ear plugs out and told him that i was feeling tired and was going to head back to camp. he wished me well and went back to his business. i popped the earplugs back in and made my way back towards camp. as i was walking, i was struck at how different i felt with the city muffled all around me. i felt like an undersea explorer. i could hear my breathing. it was very soothing and i realized that i didn't want sleep, i wanted solitude. so i wandered. it was just starting to get light at the edge of the sky when i found myself at the all-american living room. it was an open scaffold with a couch underneath it facing an old wood box television that played a mosaic of the american flag. there was a coffee table to put your legs up on. the couch faced east-ish, a good view to watch the sunrise. i sat down, relaxed, and watched the colors of the sky change. the next thing i knew, i was waking up. on my left was a cuddling couple, and on my right a guy sitting on the arm of the couch. i must have fallen asleep. i popped the earplugs out and said hello to my couchmates. they said good morning. they were british and quite friendly. the sun had not yet risen, and it seems they had the same notion that i did about the couch. the couple lit a joint and passed it around. i decided to have a drag, since i wasn't conversing. the high settled in as a calm, heavy weight. a skinny man in a motley unitard appeared and asked if we knew where the drummers were. we didn't know. he was carrying a drum (one of those big ones shaped like an hourglass) and a bag of candy that he joked was crack and heroin. he pronounced marijuana "mary-jew-ah-nah". he was trying too hard to make friends and it was a little awkward. we listened distractedly as he rambled. the sun started to breach and he sat on his drum and began to softly play. i swallowed a gulp of my water. i could hear myself breathe as impossibly brilliant light spilled into a canary blue horizon.
4. ring wings
it was a blistering hot afternoon, and we were roaming the desert looking for interesting art. over towards the lower hours, we came across a roped-off circle. in the center was a steel ring mounted vertically on an axle sunk into the ground. on the sides of the ring were giant majestic steel wings, the glinting layered feathers were both wicked and graceful. at first the rope seemed to indicate that the art was not interactive. but after some discussion, it was decided that the rope was there to keep fast (bikers) or careless (drunken) citizens from wing-related decapitation. so in we went. you could stand inside the ring and grip the sides and the whole assembly could spin. you never got going very fast (even if two people pushed) but that wasn't the point. some people were disappointed that it wasn't a merry-go-round. but why? as you gripped the hot metal ring, you could almost imagine the two massive pinions straining your shoulderblades as they gained purchase on the rippling thermals and bore you up. up to the land of valkyries and harleys. unlike an angel's wings which were just the dressings of snappy obedience, these were hot welded instruments of freedom. wild, ferocious and unafraid.
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yay! my cupcakes are all done and it's only 3AM. :-/
time to get a few hours of sleep before work. wish me lovely slumbers...