Whim to do a Wordless with a picture. But I looked around and realized I had a) moved my pictures off this company machine onto my own, which is at home; b) defined my Dropbox camera backup to go to my home computer, not this work one; and c) recently dragged a bunch of pix out of the Dropbox folder into my pictures folders and thus also removed them from the online Dropbox repository. All this means I don't have any pictures available here at work. Unless I take one now.
Crazy days, people! My recent-est design just came in from the factory and I need to prove it is fully functional or at least that its validation can proceed next week without me before I am allowed to go on vacation (note, BMan is next week). I also need to fully document any changes I would make if we were to do a quick design spin before mass production. Knock on wood, no red flags as of this Wednesday morning, though it's not perfect.
I spent the lion's share of my non-work pre-BMan time preparing a specialized playa vehicle for Miss S to use, and while I was fretful at times, I enjoyed every minute of it. Designing and redesigning and building and rebuilding are what I am happiest doing. Last night it was finally loaded into a truck that at this very moment is playa-bound, heading up I-80, and my serial brain is starting to look at what else there is to do. Fix up a bicycle for myself. Pack clothing. Pack other stuff. Food? Water? Address my old Jeep's many equipment violations? Consider if it has any mechanical issues that might arise during the long hot drive and strand me somewhere? Not sure what. Oh! Get this job thing done and out of the way, that's what's next.
Miss G is of course much more organized and disciplined than me. Well, in the virtual life of Work she is a planner / manager / leader type and, by reading between the lines of her occasional descriptions of life on the job, remarkably good at seeing that lots of shit gets done. I wish we had her around here ... Or do I? I'd probably have to work harder. Smarter. Something. In any case, I admire both her preparedness and perspicacity and will be very likely to stagger into her camp at odd times for a few moments' peace and quiet and tea and deeply-needed conversation.
Reports from the playa have us all secretly dreading destructive winds and stinging sand but gamely forging ahead. But now I need to gamely forge into the lab so now hitting Publish Post ...
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
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Cool photo! Hope your work continues smoothly so you can leave NP.
Someone Dee knows is "thinking" about going to Bman, though I'm not sure after reading how y'all prepare like mad for this thing one be so casual about plans. I told her that peeps spend months building cool shit and then you gotta have a big vehicle all loaded up with supplies and stuff, can't just spontaneously stroll into the desert. My god. I am freaking out.
Anyway. Good luck!!
Blowing _sand_? More like blowing flour.
Paula, some people love to build and prepare and bring something amazing to the Burn. But I have seen people who bring nothing but a tent, food, water and maybe a shade structure. Last year one of the members of the group I camped with got his ticket only a couple of weeks ahead, and flew to Vegas where we picked him up. He had almost nothing with him but some clothing. The group provided everything else for him as a gift, because they liked him so well.
And there's always the founder's camp for the wealthy and well-known to crash, and the walled city of luxury buses with serving staff -- if you know those peeps, just pop in on them and they'll make you comfy.
Walled city of luxury buses for serving staff? So, even the famous Burning Man has its class structure. I thought that was the kind of thing it was trying to avoid?
That's why some people don't go anymore. There are stories of some group or other getting a privilege IF they agree to give VIP art car tours. There are some fucked up things about the organization, but you can still go with almost nothing and have a mind-blowing time. No one likes a mooch but a cute kid of twenty-something who shows some effort should be fine if he or she is not a douche.
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