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		<title>By: Michelle</title>
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		<dc:creator>Michelle</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Sep 2011 17:25:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I had two fantastically serendipitous moments this year.  

The first was on Sunday night (8/28) when a group of us from Reno all went out exploring to see the art.  We headed over to the Temple, which we had all been watching being built in our city throughout the year, and knew several people on the crew.   We ran into Kiwi out there and he said hello, gave us all a round of hugs as we congratulated him on the amazing structure.   After a few minutes he bid us goodbye saying he had to get to work.  We watched as he walked through the barrier to the construction lights and turned them off, signaling they were finished building.  

The second was late Burn night.  I was wandering through some neighborhoods over by 7:30, an area I hadn&#039;t really explored.  I ran into this big plastic heart that I remembered from my virgin burn and my friend and I climbed up into the top chambers.  Right after we got in, a couple approached and asked if there was room for them.  We scooched over and made room and they climbed in.  We started chatting about the anatomy of the heart, a subject I&#039;m well versed in from having a daughter w/ a congenital heart condition.   After a few minutes, I asked where they were from and when they told me, a lightbulb moment hit.  I looked at the woman and said her first name.  She was one of my friends in high school, but we hadn&#039;t seen each other in almost 20 years.  She and I had chatted on facebook about trying to find each other on the playa, but you know how hard that can be.  Here, out of 50,000 people, we both happened to climb into some random heart on 7:30 at 3am in the morning.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I had two fantastically serendipitous moments this year.  </p>
<p>The first was on Sunday night (8/28) when a group of us from Reno all went out exploring to see the art.  We headed over to the Temple, which we had all been watching being built in our city throughout the year, and knew several people on the crew.   We ran into Kiwi out there and he said hello, gave us all a round of hugs as we congratulated him on the amazing structure.   After a few minutes he bid us goodbye saying he had to get to work.  We watched as he walked through the barrier to the construction lights and turned them off, signaling they were finished building.  </p>
<p>The second was late Burn night.  I was wandering through some neighborhoods over by 7:30, an area I hadn&#8217;t really explored.  I ran into this big plastic heart that I remembered from my virgin burn and my friend and I climbed up into the top chambers.  Right after we got in, a couple approached and asked if there was room for them.  We scooched over and made room and they climbed in.  We started chatting about the anatomy of the heart, a subject I&#8217;m well versed in from having a daughter w/ a congenital heart condition.   After a few minutes, I asked where they were from and when they told me, a lightbulb moment hit.  I looked at the woman and said her first name.  She was one of my friends in high school, but we hadn&#8217;t seen each other in almost 20 years.  She and I had chatted on facebook about trying to find each other on the playa, but you know how hard that can be.  Here, out of 50,000 people, we both happened to climb into some random heart on 7:30 at 3am in the morning.
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		<title>By: Attend Burning Man &#8211; Check! &#124; A Musing List</title>
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		<dc:creator>Attend Burning Man &#8211; Check! &#124; A Musing List</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Sep 2011 22:41:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: headautomaticaowns@yahoo.com</title>
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		<dc:creator>headautomaticaowns@yahoo.com</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Aug 2011 12:10:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Ptorm</title>
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		<dc:creator>Ptorm</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Jul 2011 04:30:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It&#039;s funny. I haven&#039;t been able to access my email and see emails and instant messages that I had with a friend I recently lost. I have tried every password that I could possibly remember and haven&#039;t been able to figure it out. Yesterday I accused my brother of changing the password because he uses my computer. I read this article earlier in the day and when I got home hit the link to Gmail by mistake when opening the browser. I randomly got the password on the second try and have found hundreds of messages I had forgotten about. Having a great time looking back on all the memories. 

My first time to participate in Burning Man and cannot wait! See you on the playa!]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s funny. I haven&#8217;t been able to access my email and see emails and instant messages that I had with a friend I recently lost. I have tried every password that I could possibly remember and haven&#8217;t been able to figure it out. Yesterday I accused my brother of changing the password because he uses my computer. I read this article earlier in the day and when I got home hit the link to Gmail by mistake when opening the browser. I randomly got the password on the second try and have found hundreds of messages I had forgotten about. Having a great time looking back on all the memories. </p>
<p>My first time to participate in Burning Man and cannot wait! See you on the playa!
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		<title>By: wiley willis</title>
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		<dc:creator>wiley willis</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 05 May 2011 01:30:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Who doesn&#039;t love a nice big dose of synchronicity in their life?
There&#039;s nothing more exciting and inspiring, in my opinion.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Who doesn&#8217;t love a nice big dose of synchronicity in their life?<br />
There&#8217;s nothing more exciting and inspiring, in my opinion.
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		<title>By: XtraSlky</title>
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		<dc:creator>XtraSlky</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Feb 2011 21:37:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Our camp, the Liminal Labs, had the great good fortune of camping next to YOU ARE THAT PIG 3 years ago. We exchanged tasty bacon, cocktails and stories throughout the week and they even drove us out to the burn in their giant pig shaped art car. I was sitting around with the head of the pigs one morning, shooting the shit, and the talk turned to motorcycles. He liked to ride, so do I. He&#039;s from east bay, I&#039;m from SF. We start talking about bikes and i reminisce fondly about my old ninja.  He enthusiastically joins in, talking about HIS old ninja. We match detail for detail and it turns out - he&#039;s the guy who bought my ninja when my ex sold it for me years ago. We&#039;d spent the whole week living next to each other only to discover we were joined by a motorcycle in real life. No, you cant make this shit up. Its freaking magic.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Our camp, the Liminal Labs, had the great good fortune of camping next to YOU ARE THAT PIG 3 years ago. We exchanged tasty bacon, cocktails and stories throughout the week and they even drove us out to the burn in their giant pig shaped art car. I was sitting around with the head of the pigs one morning, shooting the shit, and the talk turned to motorcycles. He liked to ride, so do I. He&#8217;s from east bay, I&#8217;m from SF. We start talking about bikes and i reminisce fondly about my old ninja.  He enthusiastically joins in, talking about HIS old ninja. We match detail for detail and it turns out &#8211; he&#8217;s the guy who bought my ninja when my ex sold it for me years ago. We&#8217;d spent the whole week living next to each other only to discover we were joined by a motorcycle in real life. No, you cant make this shit up. Its freaking magic.
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		<title>By: Rockstar Librarian</title>
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		<dc:creator>Rockstar Librarian</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Feb 2011 00:06:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[To me these are moments of grace. Not the boxed religion definition of grace, no. Instead, we are gifted these moments - to learn from, to inspire us, and perhaps to restore some lost faith. I believe grace is waiting to be discovered around us all the time. Perhaps out there, we just slow down &amp; open up enough to actually *see* it.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>To me these are moments of grace. Not the boxed religion definition of grace, no. Instead, we are gifted these moments &#8211; to learn from, to inspire us, and perhaps to restore some lost faith. I believe grace is waiting to be discovered around us all the time. Perhaps out there, we just slow down &amp; open up enough to actually *see* it.
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		<title>By: NOLAslag</title>
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		<dc:creator>NOLAslag</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Feb 2011 22:11:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was the year 1996. I had been hearing about Burning Man and wanted to go. It turned out that I would have that part of the Summer off from touring with my band.  I couldn&#039;t find anyone in New Orleans able or wanting to go with me. So I contacted some friends in Dallas who did. I flew to Dallas, we rented a vehicle and drove to beautiful Black Rock City. 
   At that time there was a lot less &quot; shape &quot; to the parking / camping arrangements. My friends and I see a white van, covered in grafitti with a big pink, papier mache pig on top. We decided it would be fun to camp near them. Once we began setting up and talking to them it turned out my Dallas friends knew them - a band they had worked with before. 
   Later that night ( dusk ), having &quot; cleared &quot; my head some, I heard someone from an approaching car asking if they could park by us. The weird part was that the voice sounded familiar. It turned out to be a few friends of mine from New Orleans that had to decided to come out anyway to see what all my fuss had been about ... they had driven onto the Playa straight to us. 
   Two reunions in one widespread land of randomness ! 
   That was my first year. I still go. And I will be there with ya&#039;ll again this year !!!
   PLAYAdipity has been there from the beginning !!!]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It was the year 1996. I had been hearing about Burning Man and wanted to go. It turned out that I would have that part of the Summer off from touring with my band.  I couldn&#8217;t find anyone in New Orleans able or wanting to go with me. So I contacted some friends in Dallas who did. I flew to Dallas, we rented a vehicle and drove to beautiful Black Rock City.<br />
   At that time there was a lot less &#8221; shape &#8221; to the parking / camping arrangements. My friends and I see a white van, covered in grafitti with a big pink, papier mache pig on top. We decided it would be fun to camp near them. Once we began setting up and talking to them it turned out my Dallas friends knew them &#8211; a band they had worked with before.<br />
   Later that night ( dusk ), having &#8221; cleared &#8221; my head some, I heard someone from an approaching car asking if they could park by us. The weird part was that the voice sounded familiar. It turned out to be a few friends of mine from New Orleans that had to decided to come out anyway to see what all my fuss had been about &#8230; they had driven onto the Playa straight to us.<br />
   Two reunions in one widespread land of randomness !<br />
   That was my first year. I still go. And I will be there with ya&#8217;ll again this year !!!<br />
   PLAYAdipity has been there from the beginning !!!
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		<title>By: Rewire</title>
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		<dc:creator>Rewire</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Feb 2011 02:38:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I read Daniel Pinchbeck&#039;s &quot;Breaking Open the Head&quot; (with a whole chapter on BM) in Spring, 2003. A few weeks later, I go to visit my sister-in-law at her summer rental cabin in Tahoe. The people across the street are building some bizarre contraption in their driveway. I go see what they are doing. &quot;We&#039;re building an art car for Burning Man!&quot; I tell them I&#039;ve just read Pinchbeck&#039;s book. &quot;See? You were meant to help us! Do you know anything about papier maché?&quot; In fact, I do! So I help them build their art car, and they invite me to come camp with them, and I do When I receive my &quot;What Where When,&quot; and what do I see? Daniel Pinchbeck is speaking! So I go up to him after his talk and tell him my story. He invites me back to his camp &quot;Comfort and Joy&quot; and the circle is closed. (Or rather, the spiral begins another turn.) And, yes, I get choked up every year when the greeters say to me, &quot;Welcome home!&quot; Indeed!]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I read Daniel Pinchbeck&#8217;s &#8220;Breaking Open the Head&#8221; (with a whole chapter on BM) in Spring, 2003. A few weeks later, I go to visit my sister-in-law at her summer rental cabin in Tahoe. The people across the street are building some bizarre contraption in their driveway. I go see what they are doing. &#8220;We&#8217;re building an art car for Burning Man!&#8221; I tell them I&#8217;ve just read Pinchbeck&#8217;s book. &#8220;See? You were meant to help us! Do you know anything about papier maché?&#8221; In fact, I do! So I help them build their art car, and they invite me to come camp with them, and I do When I receive my &#8220;What Where When,&#8221; and what do I see? Daniel Pinchbeck is speaking! So I go up to him after his talk and tell him my story. He invites me back to his camp &#8220;Comfort and Joy&#8221; and the circle is closed. (Or rather, the spiral begins another turn.) And, yes, I get choked up every year when the greeters say to me, &#8220;Welcome home!&#8221; Indeed!
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		<title>By: danger</title>
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		<dc:creator>danger</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Feb 2011 21:29:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[a friend told me this one.

he was walking alone, singing aloud.. 

&#039;i can see clearly now the rain has gone..&#039;
&#039;i can see all obstacles in my wayyy &#039;]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>a friend told me this one.</p>
<p>he was walking alone, singing aloud.. </p>
<p>&#8216;i can see clearly now the rain has gone..&#8217;<br />
&#8216;i can see all obstacles in my wayyy &#8216;
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