Finally! The Serpent Mother arises. The Flaming Lotus Girls recently took the Serpent Mother on the road to Amsterdam. Via Laughing Squid, here are the Robodock 2007 Photos where she is once again all hot to protect her fiery egg.
This How green was Burning Man? article at CNET News.com by Elsa Wenzel has a fairly complete rundown of what was and was not so “green” about this year’s burn.
Seems like, all told, a lot of green endeavor was accomplished, especially by the organizers. Hopefully, there will be continued improvement next year by festival goers as well.
Amber and Marcy have added their lovely shots to Gallery Hop for a total of six galleries!
This Brad Bynum chap has that whole “tellin’ like it is” thing going for him. It’s so funny ’cause it’s true: 10 Things I Hate About Burning Man.
Snips:
I also overheard somebody say, “I only ride a bike for a week once a year.” Perhaps this is why so many BRC cyclists ride like unilluminated maniacs and are completely discourteous to other bicyclists, not to mention foot traffic.
…it seems like whenever I’m enjoying an extra intimate moment with my friends—you know, when we’re talking about our feelings or something—some jerk will walk into the camp, proudly displaying his shaved scrotum and offering up free tantric massages.
Burner yahoos are the ones that are always telling stories that begin “This one time at Burning Man” and end “I guess you had to be there.” They’re the ones with “playa names” like Captain Pajama Pants. The basic rule of playa names is that it has to be something really stupid that you say like it’s really cool. They’re also the ones who say, “Welcome Home,” which is about the most ridiculous greeting ever. They’re also the ones who operate under the insane delusion that Burning Man is anything other than a big party.
Of course, Center Camp is a whole other scene of horrible music: the caterwauling of some deluded, hairy-pitted, folk-chick wannabe on the open-mic stage, a bunch of drum circle jerks in the middle, and whatever unintelligible nonsense the café volunteers are blasting. Then, in the middle of this total cacophony, there’s a bunch of charlatans showing off their ability to meditate. Isn’t meditation based on introspection and listening to the internal rhythms of the body, the lungs and the heart? Why the heck would you chose to do it in Center Camp?
I was cruising down the Esplanade, when some dude wearing bunny ears, holding a red plastic bowling pin walks up and asks me, “Would you like your spanking now?”
“No.”
“OK, fine. go participate somewhere else. Welcome to Burning Man! Don’t come back next year!”
So because I don’t want to participate in your pathetic display of pseudo-sexuality, you think I’m an uptight drag on Burning Man? Well, I’ve got news for you, buddy: Your “participation” contribution adds nothing. There are a thousand places on the playa to get a spanking, why the hell would I want one from you?
As far as I can tell from this article, Burning Man vs. burning pride in America, Melanie Morgan had a bad day in post burn traffic. In retaliation, she decides to use her pen to belittle Burning Man and call burners naughty names like “hippy” (pa-leeze… at least do better than that tired and irrelevant term) only to forward her personal cause of beating the flimsy drums of war in Iraq.
Well done, Melanie! Keep up the good “journalism” of lame comparison and false hopes to keep our men and women under deadly fire in your favored war of lies and deceptions.
Perhaps this MoveOn member letter from a sergeant who has served in Iraq, about the largely shattered “surge” and the continued falsehoods from the blind hawks in the White House, will be more enlightening: John Bruhns - I Was There (PDF)
Four photographers’ galleries are up so far in the Gallery Hop! Thanks to Eric, Jacquie, and Mani for contributing.
More to come…
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