This isn't why but it doesn't hurt to look
Snagged the pic from a FB friend's friend's photo album. I think I met her at one of our big Burn-like parties last year. I'll keep an eye out next time (three weeks). If she's who I think she is, she had remarkable cheekbones and an enthralling Dutch accent.
And no apparent interest in this old guy, but that's not the point.
The theme of this entry really isn't Why I Go but rather Something To Do While Taking A Break At Work. I haven't the time to write as I would like to. Too many details to attend to in moving out on my own, plus helping prep for the aforementioned party, plus reconfiguring my work-self for a greater sense of success (I like to think I've passed through the nadir and am rebuilding, but we'll see), plus being involved in the transfer of our sons to colleges out of town. Tonight we drive to San Jose and then to Irvine, to return late Sunday. After that, the house being childless for the first time since June of 1989, things will get really interesting.
Meanwhile I just want to reflect briefly on what I got out of Burning Man this time around. Though the event was far more adventurous for me than in previous years, which I hope to tell about at some point, the main memories taken away are a few remarkable conversations. They ranged in various depths of philosophy, took place under hot suns and cold stars and heavy dust clouds, were influenced by alcohol and mushrooms and cold morning sobriety, took place with males and females who were various types of single or not-single, and without exception served to validate and verify the direction I had been going in already. This really isn't surprising, because we (I think all of us, but certainly many) tend subconsciously to select our inquisitors to align with our beliefs. A man who spoke sternly to me about self-sacrifice, duty and honor would not have been heard much. But I've had those conversations before, and they just don't resonate. The things I took away from Burning Man were the realizations that my experience is not very unique and that I am not really crazy.
It's good to know.
8 comments:
So, like, Dr. Phil was not in attendance?
I lurve her outfit, including the boots. Burners all look like they belong in some Frazetta world, and, indeed, the art and sculptures I've seen pictured would fit right in as well.
Makes sense, yah?
She looks like she should be on the cover of a time travel romance novel or sumpin. Course there needs to be a warrior type dude too. And a horse, or a spaceship. :)
And Fabio?
I don't follow the Dr Phil reference. Googled and he's getting a divorce, or something, that's all I found.
There's a lot of dystopian futurism in these ad hoc costumes. Well, if you combine random combinations of everything lying around with feeling sexy, that's what you're going to get.
You may have never watched a Dr Phil show, specially one involving someone whose life changes are taking them on a course counter to their marriage vows and happily ever after. He's an opinionated old fuck, and always sermonizes on the side of the status quo. Someone seeking change is "damaged" and needs to be fixed.
Did she throw back the robes, whip out a cutlass and hack her way through mobs of aging Star children, a la Belit, the queen of the Black Coast?
Dr. Phil is a di-, uh, a fraud.
I can't tell if she's real. The atmosphere on Mars is so rarified . . . .
By the way, you ARE crazy. You have been for years. Now, I must return to my conversations with the Pliedians.
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