Is It True That..? -OR- Burning Man Points of Interest

The True and False Section

It seems out of control for most people: False.

There was NOTHING that shocked me. Of course that probably doesn’t say a hell of a lot considering the source here
2. It’s a bunch of Dumbass (bareass) Naked People: False.
Not even many topless gals with the exception of Critical Tits and Spyder Monkey from Camp Stalker. She rocks. Gotta find that gal again.
3. Sex Sex Sex! False and True.
Well I’m sure that there was hella sex happening. As a woman I couldn’t walk 10 feet without getting hit on. Very flattering; “Will you be my Playa girlfriend?” but have to say that with the exception of a case of crabs in college I’ve avoided STDs my entire life. Thought that I’d keep it that way. I did receive a great sample of lube from the guys at Camp Penguin though. They also were the fine purveyors of red wine and home-made dark chocolate. Gah what goes better than those three things? Nuttin honey.
4. Everyone at Burning Man is a fucking hippie: False.
I am not a fucking hippie. Although I do enjoy fucking I also enjoy regular bathing and attempting to pay my bills. The great thing about Burning Man is that NO ONE gives a shit what you do for a living, or even asks.
5. There are too many under-age folk: True.
Not sure what the hell was up with this. I’d kick my daughter’s ass. I will say that the average age of Burners seems to be early to mid 30’s though.
6. It’s nothing but drugs out there. False.
It’s nothing but booze AND drugs out there!

Okay not really.There are two great sober camps, both Camp Stella and Anonymous Camp.
7. There are no Glow Sticks left in any store within the 100 mile radius of Reno. True!
Every damned one adorned a person on the playa.
8. You can go to Burning Man with nothing but a tent and survive. True.
You would not want to though. This defeats the entire purpose of sharing, meeting and being self-reliant.
9. It’s too dusty and you’ll hate it. True AND False.
It IS friggin dusty but you will not hate it. Dust storms are part of the family sharing process. I did find out that two of them this year were the worst in recent memory. Woo hoo.
10. You have to bring trinkets to trade. False.
You don’t have to do so. I thought to bring stickers from the old inventory and the night of the Bigass Dust Storm gave away at least 20 ‘Nature is Pissed’ Stickers to people who helped me out, smiled or showed kindness. I also received some totally cool gifts including a necklace that looks as if it’s made out of a small femur bone. Got this from a Canadian who could not find his way home one night. I was less lost than he was. There’s a scary thought.
11. Don’t accept a drink or food from anyone because you’ll get dosed. False.
Hell, I WISH!

12. You don’t need a bike because there are ‘public’ bikes. False.
I never saw one of the alleged public bikes during my stay. Bring your own bike for the love of allah.

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Tits and Dust Storms

Burning Man Belium Waffle Art

Belgium Waffle Art Installation Burns Sunday Night

I’ve been sleeping for two days.
Gah. The camping, dust, heat and lack of sleep may have played a part.
Or playa-ed a part.

My bike is a disaster. Today’s task is wiping it down, washing it off, and locating some WD-40. Must do laundry as well and hope that the dust doesn’t turn to clay in the washing machine.
Not that I give a shit about the washing machine. It’s the clothes dammit.

Been reflecting on my experiences at burning man and I can only write that there are no words really capable of describing the experience. It is something that a person must immerse themselves in.
I do wish that my disposable camera had not gotten lost. Damn. There are some pics on the digital but it was rarely used due to the dust storms.

You should have seen the art/body paint on my chest for Critical Tits. Wow. Gorgeous colors, fab design. Met some wonderful people at We Are Just Here Camp including Chelsea and Phil. We were next to them the first night, and then moved from 4:15 and Habitat to Kelp Forest street for the remainder of the burn.

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Burn Baby Burn. Techno Inferno.

i Honey I’m Home
Above is a pic of half the members of Camp We Have No Fucking Name but we DO Drink Moet Chandon from the Bottle During Dust Storms.

Left to right is Mike, Sandy and Scott with Charles in the foreground.

Made it back from Burning Man in a record 5 hour drive…. For a ride that normally takes 1.5 hours. We left before noon too.

Am thinking I need to burn everything I took with me as well.
Between the amazingly wicked dust/wind/small rock storms of Thursday and Friday and normal Playa dust…. The horror.

It was beautiful, amazing and surreal.

Everything you have heard about Burning Man is true.
Nothing you have heard about Burning Man is true.

More later after I get some sleep.
Sorry but I’ve been literally dancing until dawn, meeting folks from all over the world, enjoying the most intriguing unusual art, hearing great techno and house, finding kindness from strangers, riding my bike in the cool desert night, being caught mid-playa in gale force dust storms with nothing but a bicycle, short skirt and body paint (right after riding in the Critical Tit race) plus not really eating for 4 days.
Rachael tired.

~miss r

Currently listening:
Remixes 81-04
By: Depeche Mode
Release date: 26 October, 2004

The Artist Formerly Known As

Tinfoil Hat Guy Client has a new honorific!

I have decided that today August 28, 2007 is a holiday, and that Tinfoil Hat Guy shall be heretoforth be known as
Tinfoil AssHat guy.

Had a meeting with him yesterday. He sat there and in all seriousness told me that the spam he is receiving now is directly related to personal conversations in his house with his wife.
I swear to god you can’t make this shit up.

Have been working on his site all afternoon to try and get caught up.
Am leaving for burning man on Thursday (wish it were today!) or possibly as late as Friday. Will return Monday.
I’m so looking forward to seeing everything at BRC that I’m almost wet;
abstract art, surreal art, deviant art, fire art, body art, car art, garfunkel and art, people art, structural art.

You know what the best part is?
Telling people I’m a virgin.
Yeppers my daughter was the Immaculate Conception and that makes me…. more popular than Jesus.
Hell my middle name IS Christine.
Okay a virgin to Burning man.

So now have some fun.
Say outloud I’m A Virgin!
Do you or do you not fucking laugh?
Well my friends laugh hysterically.

Think everything is ready.
Oh hell it is.
As if My Favorite Neurotic would leave anything out or worse yet to chance.
Well except romance and love. I leave that to chance and it keeps leaving me out.

Guess it is not meant to be at this point in life yes?

Ran some last minute errands in the White-Trash-Redneck-Ugly-Ass-Way-Too-Fucking-Big-(never thought you’d hear me say that didja) -Please-Paint-Me truck this afternoon.
Since the passenger side window does not roll up there’s only so much that can be done in one trip.
Yeah. Think I’ll leave things just purchased (with money I don’t have) in an unlocked window-free vehicle.

Done working for tonight. There’s only so much hellish work that can be completed with my limited knowledge:
Dammit Jim I’m a Webmistress not a Programmer!

~Miss R

Currently listening:
Version 2.0
By: Garbage
Release date: 12 May, 1998