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Homecoming

IndigoMoonstar — Fri, 26 Sep 2008 07:46:42 GMT

The last time I laughed this hard I was a child, It was the type of giggle that would make a young mother smile, I can't remember the why, but the wallpaper patterns had me running in circles, Trying to defend my Saturn, Just me and my box of Machiavelli and Cheese, All I really wanna do is show you my disease, She didn't have the courage to kiss me goodnight, But I'ma give you my word that everything will be alright, Like what the fuck, this phone is disconnected, Just my luck, I need advice before my Love gets misdirected, Guess it's just another symptom of, just another victim of, The warfare, and those caught between Sean and the Slug, And did I mention the drugs that used to make it spew forth? Carried barely half the pleasure of a pack of Newports, Breath it in, breath it out, what it really be about, I'm trying to lose and elude all excuses to scream and shout! And every moment I spent wishing my parents back together, Would've been better lent to preparing me for the weather, Rocking my T-shirt that reads 'whatever', All in an effort to relieve the pressure. This wood is cheap, and now Fire's back in style, If I had better teeth I would try to crack a smile, Well here I am, Mr. Typical, Ridiculously Meticulous, when painting pictures of Pitiful, And little did I know, and less did I care, They would chew up and swallow all that I threw out there. "It's not fair!" screams the one without a voice, Arm that boy, tell him to aim at the ones that got all the toys. Homecoming Sometimes it was good, other times it was just a moment of reasoning, visioning, and other stimulus that causes growing. Homecoming Sometimes it was good, and other times contradicted, but no matter where I stood I still managed to stand. ~Atmosphere Homecoming, feat. EI-P

Top Eleven Reasons to Buy Your Ticket from the BM Org

IndigoMoonstar — Sun, 10 Feb 2008 20:40:15 GMT

10) User un-friendly interface 9) Only 4,986 Hippies in Front of You in the Digital Queue 8) Early Ticket Sales Make Larry Happy 7) Keep the Lights On at HQ 6) Entitles You to Free Playa-Foot Massage from one of the New Recruits 5) Santa Claus will Personally Give You the Finger 4) Automatically Enters You in the Raffle to Win a Bottle of Playa Dust 3) So Deliciously Capitalistic 2) The American Dream: Cut the Middle Man, Gut the Competition, and Trample People for a Discount! 1) Atomic Fireballs 0) Resistance is Futile

Top Ten Reasons Kevin Smith Has Gotten So Fat.

IndigoMoonstar — Thu, 17 Jan 2008 06:02:16 GMT

Top Ten Reasons Why Kevin Smith Has Gotten So Fat. ============================================ 10) Depressed because George Lucas didn't pick him to be the Producer for the new Star Wars Live Action TV Show. 9) Gaining weight to play the role of Jabba the Hutt. 8) Prepping for Clerks III: The Jenny Craig Edition. 7) Helping Jason Mewes overcome his Eating Disorder. 6) Training for a new Weight Class in Celebrity Wrestling. 5) Not-So-Secret Mooby's Endorsement. 4) Trying to fill out his new Hummer. 3) Excuse to have an elevator installed. 2) Had to have personal trainer Richard Simmons liquidated. 1) Competing with James Gandolfini in a Coney Island Hot Dog Eating Contest.

Tribe is Dead!

IndigoMoonstar — Sat, 10 Nov 2007 03:11:16 GMT

Long Live the Man! It makes me sad, but all the outages, the server slowdowns, the waaaa mysql blah blah blah... Tribe is making me sad. MySpace sucks and Facebook is just boring. You mean I have to go out into the real world to meet people? You mean I have to check message boards and actually READ that pocketful of Flyers to discover the proverbial "What's Going On..." I said it before, Tribe is starting to remind me of AOL in 1997. Anyone who was "almost on-line" back then knows exactly what I mean: Burn

Top Ten Things I Learned About My ArtCar from the Nautilus X!

IndigoMoonstar — Tue, 18 Sep 2007 20:07:32 GMT

I never thought I'd admit it, but 3 years of conscripted service to Cpt. Nemo taught me a thing or two about how to run an ArtCar. Here's what I learned: 10) Not all ArtCars are created equal. Some are excessively oversized. 9) The Bus leaves when the Captain says so. And not a moment before. 8) Sleep in your tent. This is Burning Man, not "Sleeping Hippie Man." I can sleep here because this IS my tent. 7) The Temple is a great place for a Sunrise Cruise. 6) It's only illegal if you get caught. This Means You, DMV! 5) Burning Man bureaucracy is just like regular bureaucracy, only HIGHER. 4) If you build it, they will come. If you honk your horn because you're ready to leave, they will wander around for another 20 minutes. 3) EL Wire is so cliche. A little Rope-light goes a long way. 2) When in doubt, Mumble. When in trouble, Delegate. (Borrowed from Murphy's Law) 1) A Captain's word is his Bond. Which means my stoned ass will be there when I say I will be. Thanks Nemo!!!

If you give a Clown a Pancake...

IndigoMoonstar — Sun, 16 Sep 2007 22:19:24 GMT

If you give a Clown a Pancake, He's gonna get a sugar high, If he gets a sugar high, He's gonna tell a kinky story, If he tells a kinky story, He's gonna want to have a dildo fight, If he has a dildo fight, He's gonna want a towel to clean up, If he wants a towel to clean up, He's gonna want to use the Hot Tub, If he uses the Hot Tub, He's gonna want to take a shower, IF he takes a shower, Then he's had his one for the week, And he can come back next week! ---------------------------------------------------------- Sunday Pancakes with the Reverend... at Sophia Healing Center 776 Haight St. SF

Total Eclipse of the Burn.

IndigoMoonstar — Sat, 08 Sep 2007 02:20:19 GMT

A once in a lifetime and much-hyped experience for the early Burning Man crowd. Though most people are still arriving on Monday night this highly anticipated celestial event was high on the list of all who were already on the Playa. My friend and I ended up on the 2 o'clock street at a party hosted appropriately by the Moontribe. The music was bumping though the Dark Side of the Moon had played some hours earlier. My Companion had taken off to visit our friendly neighborhood porta potties, while I stayed behind to see if a thumping bassline would materialize into the Reggae Remix titled "Dub-side of the Moon." I turned to find the Green Man, previously bathed in the soft neon glow the color of an Irish Bar, seemingly engulfed in flames. As I stared disbelieving an attractive Burner asked me for a light, which I gladly obliged. Taking the opportunity to orient my perceptions, I politely asked, "Am I just High, or is the Man on Fire?" Her response was, "Yes, you are just high, and the Man does appear to be on Fire." My friend reappeared shortly thereafter, wherein we made a B-line for the "Early Man." I heckled the crowd demanding my money back, and told the fabled story of John Law and the Neon Smiley Face that nearly caused Burning Man founder Larry Harvey an aneurism in 1997. In reality it was the highlight of the event for myself and many others. A funny rumor or a bad joke that suddenly became a grim yet amusing reality. Only at Burning Man.

Worst Theme Ever

IndigoMoonstar — Fri, 07 Sep 2007 03:47:25 GMT

I've got about 4 blogs cooking in the gelatinous mass of what's left of my brain, but this one just jumped to the top. American Dream? I've gotta admit I like the write up, but this is the Worst Theme Ever, if only because it's going to give the Piss Clear SO MUCH to bitch about. I mean, it's almost as if John Law and his pundit Paul Addis are right. Maybe Burning Man is selling out. Or at least playing to the Man. As if that was anything new. It's an ambitious idea, and a high ranking Borg official told me they plan these themes out years in advance. SO is this the slow inevitable march toward the corporatization of Burning Man? Or is this an Official FUCK YOU to Law and his cronies? And what the hell is the federal government going to think? Ha Ha silly hippies, hide behind the flag? That shit only works for us. At least it's a legitimate excuse to top the gratuitous pyrotechnic overload of this year's event. I hope Camp Monticello goes to town with this one. I may camp with those guys. It will make my Pirate Outfit EVEN COOLER (if that were possible) because now it's "Period." And perhaps it will be empowering to call America out right in the heart of the subculture. Let's see what these weird twisted freaks do with this one. But if the frat boys start showing up in a caravan of suburbans waving the stars and stripes I'm gonna start slashing tires. I can't decide between Camp Ecotopia (California as a Seccesionist Mecca) or Anarchy Camp (sure to be done, re-done, and horribly botched). Or how about just Camp Fuck Burning Man? lol Obviously I can't decide whether to be mad or elated. But I have a whole year to warm up to the idea. Resistance is Futile. You Will Be Assimilated.

Abstract

IndigoMoonstar — Fri, 17 Nov 2006 15:09:06 GMT

"I knew I was done with the conventional academic world, I just didn't know where to go next. After four (and a quarter) years of thrills and spills getting my undergraduate degree, I'd had about all I could stomach of university bueracracy. Though I attended a rather progressive school, the black sheep formerly known as UC Santa Cruz, I continued to feel like a number, another cog in the machine. Now I know why Pink Floyd used the Meatgrinder metaphor in “The Wall.” I had created my independent major in Ecopsychology more as a protest than anything; a demand to be acknowledged for my fringe-thinking, an assertion that there are other effective means of education than in the rigid halls of academia. They still failed to take but passing notice. I was greeted with a diploma and a “move along, hippie.” Ok, so now what?" a warmup for my soon-to-be-published article on CIIS

Tool's Holy Gift

IndigoMoonstar — Wed, 31 May 2006 08:43:20 GMT

Alex Grey's Sawblade Design for the Lateralus Cover Spiraling Into The Center of The Secret Message Inside Lateralus Lateralus. A Metaphor for the Divine Mind. Similar or Synonymous with the Jeweled Net of Indra, the myriad faceted crystal where each facet contains the essence of the whole, where each facet is one mind, one soul, one of us, for we are all one. Teaming up with Visionary Artist Alex Grey for the cover art, Tool’s last release “Lateralus” dazzled minds, expanded consciousness, and “pushed the envelope,” far exceeding the expecations of Tool’s loyal and dedicated, often fanatical fans. Following a dark and edgy debut, “Undertow” (1993), and apocalyptic followup “Ænima” (1996), Tool lefts its fans in the lurch for nearly five years, with only the epic live-album “Salival” to sustain us. Then in 2001, following lead-singer Maynard James Keenan’s Saturn Return, “Lateralus” debuted, and forever earned Alex Grey a place in the hearts and minds of a generation of young metal fans. The relationship could not be more symbiotic. Alex Grey, through collaboration with drummer Danny Carrey, is now inextricably linked with Tool, and their fans. The artwork he created provided the most perfect context for an album that is about pain, struggle, and redemption that counsels us to “Let this go.” This stark contrast to Tool’s dark & angry early albums still delivers enough pounding bassline and ear-splitting guitar riffs to satisfy even the most demanding rocker, and delivers some of the most beautiful and conscious lyrics every written at the same time. Permeated with melodies and messages about the journey towards enlightenment, the album is a powerhouse, a thing unto itself. On the eve of the release of their current album, “10,000 Days," I discovered something incredible about their previous release. Lateralus, particularly it’s title track, was inspired to a large degree by the Fibonacci-sequence (1-1-2-3-5-8-13…), the mathematical formula represented by phi, the Golden Mean (1.618), and manifested in every living pattern one can think of, from the spiral of a conch shell to the spacing of the digits of our fingers. The most widely known example of the Golden Mean is Da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man diagram. But this is no mere tribute to the DaVinci Code, this album acually resonates with the Golden Mean. The song Lateralus, originally titled “9-8-7” does just that, a bar of 9, a bar of 8, and a bar of 7, repeated. The resulting driving beat builds to a fever pitch while Marnard melodically chants to us of our co-creatorship in our reality. What’s more incredible is that the whole album can be rearranged in a manner that reflects the Fibonacci Sequence, where each pair of tracks adds up to 13, creating a double-spiral with the 13th track in the center. 6-7-5-8-4-9-13-10-3-11-2-12-1. The result is a completely different album, with a different feel and vibe, and a playlist that conveniently places 2 of the albums three singles at the front. In a very Floydian composition, many of the ending and beginning beats or mismatched songs flow inocuously into each other. The comparison to Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of Oz has added to the ongoing debate on similarities between the two bands.

I Left My Weed In San Francisco!

IndigoMoonstar — Sat, 22 Apr 2006 22:18:09 GMT

And Yes, My Friends Did Smoke It All. But, to put it Bluntly, It's Good To Be Here. Slept through the Earthquake Centennial. Making up for my great-grandfather, Robert Warman. 4/20 on Hippie Hill, Driving Down Haight Bumping Dr. Greenthumb. (Grandpa would be proud) Vapor Room Love. Random Ballers. Hella Pictures. Bizerkely, and the Burning Man Office in One Evening. Cute Hemp Ale Promotions Girls. New Pint Glass Collection. Fire Spinning In Union Square. Meat-fest at Mighty. Muni Makes Me Mad. Here's to the Infinite Possibilities of Life In The City. I need new shoes. Y'all got too many damn hills.

Top Ten Signs Your Boss Is Drunk

IndigoMoonstar — Fri, 13 Jan 2006 04:42:51 GMT

Top Ten Signs Your Boss Is Drunk #10 Confused elevator for the bathroom #9 Started a war with no exit strategy #8 Insists all employee grievances be settled by duel #7 The sales meeting is now a beer pong tournament #6 Every time his intercom buzzes, he does a shot #5 The "World's Drunkest Boss" coffee mug #4 He's sharpening his pen #3 Just got back from a long lunch with the Bush twins #2 Makes a sloppy pass at your wife, then at you #1 Every time you pass by him in the hall, he gives you a big weepy hug (Took the liberty of Re-posting this from Letterman's site. These were the ones that were "too funny" for network tv. They'll probably be gone soon)

Who Stole My Jacket Last Night at Mighty!?!?

IndigoMoonstar — Sat, 31 Dec 2005 17:43:15 GMT

Bad Burner!!! I want my jacket back, damnit. It's a black and white zebra print smoking jacket, and its cooler than your mom. Next time I'm one of the best dressed at a party I'll keep an eye on my fits. Jeez. Seriously though, whoever took my jacket can consider themself an officially deputized Love Deputy, but if I ever see you wearing it I expect it to be returned without incident. Capieche? If you're out there, I will find you. But I guess all's well that end's ok. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Goddamn Hippies.

My First Blog

IndigoMoonstar — Sat, 26 Nov 2005 04:36:44 GMT

That's right, my first blog post. I read an article in the Santa Cruz Metro the other day that referred to the "blogosphere" as "either a wasteland or the future of american journalism, depending on how you look at it." Well, I guess time will tell. So I'm starting a Playa Journal, albeit a bit late. I'd like to share with you an idea/vision that came to me as I was watching the Temple Burn this year. You see, next year is my Fifth Year Veteran Status. I find myself wanting to contribue something really special to our community, and what I have is an idea. (What are any of us but a good idea?) This brought a few tears to my eyes as the Temple Burned, it just felt that special. What I am proposing is the creation of a self-created, self-perpetuating mythology based around the Man Burn. What I mean by this, is based around the WAY the Man Burns, each year divining some sort of message or omen for the coming year, based on the way the Man Burns. Obviously this will mean something different to everyone else. Maybe I should create a tribe where people can share their different experiences of the Omen of the Man, or something like that. That sounds a bit ominous, so maybe I should explain. I reflected back on my years at Burning Man. Four Burns, Four Renewals, Four Deaths and Rebirths. I imagine creating a mythology similar to the Chinese Zodiac, in which we remember previous Burns as "The Year of..." 2005 As I watched the beautiful if more humble Shinto-style Temple burn, I realized that to me this year was the "Year of the Strong Man." The Man just refused to fall. Anyone who made it to the top of the circus tent knows he dropped at least ten feet, straight down, and proceeded to stand tall and burn for another twenty minutes. Did anyone else notice that his Head was not enveloped in flame until the very end? With the New Moon Energy and the Psyche Theme the experience felt very internal this year, in contrast to last year's Mar's influence. 2004 Extroverted, Full Moon, Mars at its closest proximity to the Earth in millenia, Vault of Heaven became the "Year of the Flying Man" in my mind. I watched the Burn from the top of an artbus near the 3:00 plaza, and in the last moments the Man seemed to literally LEAP from the Dome atop which he stood, and hang there for a moment, before falling to his fate. Looking to the sky, and looking towards a very ominous election, the Man seemed to say "Hang On!" My friend Bacchus and I were convinced he had flown, indeed it was he who began espousing the Leap of the Man. 2003 My second burn, they call it the sophomore year for a reason. A wise fool I thought I had Burning Man pretty figured out, though I managed to arrive *almost* as unprepared as the year before. I was inspired by the spiritual/religious theme, and "Beyond Belief" seemed the perfect way to phrase it. I stood in awe of the Temple, and felt humbled by the Pyramid atop which the Man stood, and the many alcolves in which men and women became Gods and Goddesses. Though humbled, I did not sit in an alcolve; I did not affirm my inner light/divinity in that way. I named this year the "Year of the Humble Man," for the man fell backwards in repose, and should always remind us that "We Serve No One By Playing Small." 2002 Newbie Burner, a la Deer in the Headlights. I had a good tribe, and a good first year. All I wanted was some Peyote. I got some, (supposedly) from a DPW chick, and tried smoking it (???) like she recomended, after doing a small assortment of other things. I tried keeping my eyes closed and meditating through the entire Burn. I figured I knew I was coming back, when would I have another chance to do that? It was also a lot to take in and I was really coming on, and I actually channelled the energy quite well. When I felt the Man fall, it was kinda like a cosmic orgasm. Then I gave in to temptation and opened my eyes to pure chaos, ended up yacking off the top of the bus. :-) Hazing Complete. I called my first year the "Year of the One-Armed Man." Remember how the lights on his arm went out as soon as He raised it? That's all I got for this one, like I said, my eyes were closed, and I want this to be an Open Mythology. What are your thoughts/feelings? What did the Man say to You this Year? What do you think about my idea? Thanks for reading. PEACE to the Petting Zoo, Forbidden Chapters, Nautilus X, Larry Harvey, Disorient/ReOrient, all the NY Crew, SF Freaks, Santa Cruz Hippies and anyone else I forgot to mention. Blue Dot, Haiku, Lucyfer, Kes-Money, that guy Ralph, Pig-Diggity, Nature Boy, Carter and Mel, Flocko, Johnboy, Pharoah, Ranger Beauty, RonJon, Bacchus, and Super Ducky. Y'all make Burning Man what it Is! BRC 4 Life!!!