It's time to decide - go to Burning Man, don't go to Burning Man.

Decisions, decisions, decisions.

what is it that I want?

well - I don't know, and that's why I think I have what I have, and not something else. Yet wanting something and manifesting something is a powerful and frightening experience.

Plus, putting out there what I want defines me, makes me vulnerable, you could criticize me, ridicule me, hate me. Or you could respond and resonate to what I put out there, maybe you want it too!

so where is everyone?

Did everyone go away?

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Do you ever feel like that sometimes?

Terms of Service:Responding to My Posts

If I post something you don't like, or if you start to feel like you want to write me something to "teach me a lesson," or somehow 're-educate' me about who I am, what I do, what I like, what I say, or what I want, respond reasonably politely or else be quiet and go fuck yourself. LOL yea.

Post Burn:

I went alone, radically self-relied, worked at the recycle camp, danced my ass off in the dust, and still can't figure out this spring-break/amateur-hour/pyromaniac/disney-parade-of-lights/mad-max/useless/important/morrocco-on-acid/brilliant/idiotic THING.

But, I come away with: if we're going to put all this energy out, let's accomplish something the world needs, and not fool ourselves.

** The playa is pretty way out there "who gives a fuck" so let's not overemphasize the environmental mission and art of leave-no-trace like it's important or something,

** People can live and fuck and die in complete filthy squalor in any slum and inner city in the world, so consider the value of spending money to go to the playa to do it on purpose,

** If you want to radically self-rely and message an important counter-convention theme, think about how to do it in your everyday life.

** If you want to change the world, do something about the fuckking fascist Amerikan power regime in REAL life, volunteer to work in a soup kitchen, sort cans at Second Harvest, work for a presidential candidate of choice, help a foster child, contribute to send relief to Darfur.

** Don't pretend that a bunch of mostly well-off white folks going off into to the middle of nowhere, bringing in a bunch of shit all paid for with dollars made by working day jobs and bartering/gifting/exchanging it with the other mostly well-off folks, teaches anything about a non-oppressive, enlightened, egalitarian alternative economy.

** If you want to party sex drugs dance cut loose, do THAT. It's not that expensive to go to Florida for spring break to see beautiful mostly naked girls and try to get laid, so go -there, the weather is better, and there's a beach.

** If you want to do bad poetry for everyone first thing in the morning, cobble together crap and call it "art" and build great big things that go boom, I guess, you have Burning Man - "A tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing." Just don't kid yourself that you're doing anything that useful or important.

All that said, I'll probably hook up with the Recycle Camp next year! That's the part I can't figure out. WHY do I want to go back??????

And while I'm at it ...

If I say something you don't like, or if you start to feel like you want to write me something to "teach me a lesson," or somehow 're-educate' me about who I am, what I do, what I like, what I say, or what I want, either say it as a friend, with love, or else be quiet and go fuck yourself.

Thanks.

Don't you hate it when ...

people don't get you, and just go off on ya without trying to figure out what you're sayin ... sheesh.

I got my ticket ... bought my googlie eyes!

We be jahmmmin now ain't we???

Um, why HAVEN'T I STARTED PACKING YET????