Much To Say, Little Time to Say It.
At dawn, two days ago. Thursday morning. I sling my suitcase over my shoulder and grab my laptop and cross the street to where my pilot friend Scott was camped. We drive out to the airport on a tiny art car, I am still up from a wild night before. The three of us pile into the little Piper plane. “It’s a lot like driving a car,” scott says, “only about ten times more difficult and if you make a mistake while flying, you probably die.” We see all the sights that I am used to seeing from the ground, Burning Man, Gerlach, Empire, Pyramid Lake, Reno. The Man is so tiny, the event looks so small.
At the Reno Airport we land in a plush terminal and get chauffeured over too the actual airport where sad burners leave and jubulant burners can’t wait to get there. I manage to move my flight up a few hours, fall asleep immediately, miss my flight, and end up taking the flight I was scheduled on. 2 hours sleep in 2 and a half days. I squeezed every ounce of waking burn out of those last few days.
Then I arrive in Denver to the madness of the DNC going on. Obama’s speech is blasting in the Super Shuttle. I am moved to tears many times from airport to hotel. Could it be that Obama actually gets it? I want my golden age, and I am sure that McCain ain’t gonna give it to me. Our hotel is in downtown Denver, and the DNC has just ended and the city is alive with political hope and joy. It’s infectious.
Now, I’m working with the Do Lab. A big convention center. Culture shock. I gotta go to work. More to come.
Burning Man, Day 6- More Adventures
“So it was a pretty amazing beautiful day today, huh KJ?”
“I don’t know, pretty hot and windy. I dealt with a lot of windstorms.”
“Well it sure looked interesting from the window.”
So, maybe my view of the playa is a little skewed. Doing the noon to 6pm shift is almost not fair. But I think that happens too when you are fully acclimated. I feel great! If you want to catch me in the box, here is my schedule for the next few days.
Today, 8am-noon. Tonight, I help put up the circus tent in the red nose district.
Friday 8am-noon
Saturday 8am-6pm
Sunday- off
Monday noon-6pm
Then I am off for the rest of my time here. Until Thursday morning sometime.
So last night, I got the shower up. It is awesome. It’s the shower tent from Cabella’s (Cabellas.com). They have a shop in reno if you still want one. So I had that first cleansing shower. Oh my fucking GODS! wow. It felt so great!
So I decided to go on a walk. See some friends, see what is cooking in the city. The Circque Berzerk crew had just landed. I ran into KJ and we checked out the fondue and primus party. We rolled around the playa and checked out the headless man (headless, but he has a box, a clean and tight box). We rolled around and got lost and ran into John P. building a spaceport just down the road from me. I’m really liking my neighborhood.
more video:
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Just minutes to go.
I made it to Baltimore. I got lost. I forget how different the east coast is. No grids. It took me a while to get to the hotel, and even when near the hotel, I still missed it. Baltimore is a strange city for sure.
I saw this incredible lightning storm out the window in the wee hours between Las Vegas and Baltimore. It was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. So quiet and powerful and cool. We were above the clouds, in clear sky and off to the right, every second or so flashes would erupt from this storm front. I got maybe 2 hours of uncomfortable rest last night. I’ll sleep a warrior’s rest tonight.
I’m meeting Jedi in 5 minutes in the lobby. We start building structures for V-Fest today.
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