To my super-fun-yet-aging friends, welcome back from Burning Man! Is it done yet? I mean, jumped the ironic Fonzie and the Skark desert installation? Like so many things before it, I hear that it has been a victim of its own success. The Xers build something special and the Yers sort of trashed the place. This year, what was the art-to-pharmaceutical ratio? I wasn't there, but I heard it was not so much Burning Man any more as it was a sort of costumed-tourist-come-lately, week-long rave. (At least they were largely costumed, unlike Halloween in the Castro which suffered a similar fate.)
So what's the report? Waiting for well-written tales and fabulous Flickr slideshows over here.
Although frankly, I prefer and freakling love the
Balsa Man Festival. But I'm also a fan of being able to go home to a flush toilet or a shower or a cold beer when I'm done enjoying the art in the sand.
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