Quickies at the Burn
Snapshots of memorable bits and odd ends overheard at the Burn (more to come by Kava Island folks… hopefully :-):
- Marcy
- greeting our neighbors as they play horseshoes and drink pbr in the heat of the day…. every day.
- practicing my samba on sunday afternoon before the gates open. i see someone pull up a chair in the next camp and hang out to watch. whatever, thats what the dancing is kinda there for! it turns out its dino from the perimeter/ dpw camp guys next to us. as they were all setting up he tells his friends, ‘hey! look at that! there she goes again! thats like carnival or something!’ his rough tough friends tell him, ‘no man, thats carnaval’
- waking up at dawn to find cliff and amy have arrived
- amy waking me up at dawn to show me howard and julian have arrived
- lee’s killer margheritas
- while working at the cafe a dust storm kicks up and my hat flies away. i chase after it at top speed. i finally get my hat, turn around and promptly get sprayed (camera in hand) by the water truck. i’ve never sworn so much in my life.
- NOT getting the dpw plague
- Stache
- Loving my Baby Seal Mates as we ROKT the Playa and Kava Island! Special shout to the Otter-ettes for turning that sleepy mid Friday Center Café into a whooping dance hall (well, sort of :-)!
- Joey watches happily as the three Otter-ettes (Jan, Stacie, and David) begin practicing their new routines for the Otter Dance. Joey eventually gets dragged in, protesting about poor dance skills, only to school pretty much everyone with his power moves! Awesome gyration Joey!
- Lounging deeply one evening in the large tent and pillows “Hopium Den” at the camp of Souliscious (near the Ashram Galactica), we were approached by a bright fellow in a three piece suit of large pink daisies densely arrayed on a sky blue background, his head capped with a rotund hot pink fur hat. El Fudo, in a fit of rolling laughter, immediately bestows from his pocket a “Third Place” ribbon. Our pink floral friend seemed slightly miffed and wondered aloud while holding the award, “What does it do?” …As we laugh some more.
- Riding back from the spikey bamboo ball as a windblown hat passes me on the ground and then a plastic cup as I finally turn back to see a giant dust storm bearing down like a grainy tidal wave. I’m without a dust mask as the full white-out swallows me on the Playa. I sit down with my bike next to a tall Playa lamp post in effort to increase chances of being seen by an errant art car. I wait it out not knowing that less than 30 feet away is a small pyramid of cover where I could have hung out with other trapped folks.
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October 23, 2006 @ 2:05 pm
[…] He and most other DPW have just returned as of 2 weeks ago! That would be around October 7th. In other words, they hung out to clean and eat crappy food (and hope no more bad water rears is runny head… see Marcy’s last Quickies item) for about a month and a half! Hearty folk indeed. […]