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August 19th, 2008  |  Filed under Building BRC

out and about


Monday, Aug. 18.

The wind arrived last night, and it didn’t stop all night, or all the next day. And with it came the dust.

It’s been curious to be so relatively windstorm-free for what, 11 days? (counting the off-playa hiatus). Every other time I’ve come out here, there’s always been a whiteout as I was arriving. The first time, I’ve got to tell you, it was pretty unsettling. But it was also one of those moments you don’t ever forget; you don’t forget who you were with, or what you were wearing, or what music was playing, or exactly how you felt.

So coming in and out of Gate road now that the wind is here puts the community imperative on you. Yes, you want to get where you’re going. And you probably want to get there faster than 5 miles an hour. But if you do, you kick up the dust. And the wind carries the dust across the whole camp. So you don’t go faster than 5 miles an hour, and if you DO see someone going faster, you give them the palms up sign out the window, or you hear them get scolded on the radio.

(A little word about the radio. The radio is the only way of communicating out here, other than talking face to face. There are no phones; don’t be silly. So there’s no texting, either, can you imagine? And no IM. But there are radios. Quite a few of them. And there are trunks and channels to route all the conversations. I’ve been on DPW Site channel 4 until today. It’s a great channel. Busy. Important. Vital to the building of the city. But I switched over to Media Mecca today, because that’s more where I belong, really. So goodbye to HazMatt and Playground and Reyposado and Sleep Dep and Big Stick and dozens and dozens of other voices, and hello to Meow Meow and Action Girl and Kid Hack and all the new crew. Nice to be here!)

Every day things happen and you can’t keep up. They put the triangular top of the obelisk up on the Man base today, and I wasn’t there. Last night, they dropped the spiral staircase in the middle of the Temple, and I wasn’t there. Crap. … It’s just like the event week, really. You check out the What Where When booklet and mark it all up with the great things you’re going to do — oh yeah, I DO want frozen eclairs and champagne at 3:30 on Wednesday. Elk dinner? Yes please. Oh, and I really want to go down to that camp where they’re making the cool necklaces.

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August 17th, 2008  |  Filed under Building BRC

last night’s moonrise

Just when you thought it couldn't get more beautiful in the desert, it gets more beautiful ...

Just when you thought it couldn't get more beautiful in the desert, it gets more beautiful ...

August 17th, 2008  |  Filed under Building BRC

time to burn a man or two

The Man burned last night. Three of them, in fact. And I feel like I’ve been to Burning Man, circa 1993.

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August 16th, 2008  |  Filed under Building BRC

center camp so far

In the beginning, there was nothing but flags

In the beginning, there was nothing but flags ...

So I thought it would be a good time to take a look at how things are shaping up so far. First up is Center Camp. The shade screens are still going up (which involves the tedious and difficult task of attaching ties to each and every grommet that attaches to the cables), but already the shade is significant.

Do me a favor: When you get here, lavish the work crew with every gift and kindness that’s in your power to provide. Read more »

August 15th, 2008  |  Filed under Building BRC

ok, ok, it’s not all work out here

Magellan and his dad ... er, mom for the night, kind of had matching outfits

Magellan and his dad ... er, mom for the night, kind of had matching outfits

Felony and Joe, whose high heels put him at a whole new altitude

Felony and Joe, whose high heels put him at a whole new altitude

Thursday night was ladies’ night at the Commissary.

Men had to dress like women to get into the party. There was an inspection at the door. If you didn’t look feminine enough, you didn’t get in, simple as that. Your correspondent barely passed the test; he had borrowed a skirt that was semi-flattering because it covered up a lot, but he only had a man’s white formal shirt for a top. Once Lexy tied it up around his sternum, thus exposing plenty of midsection flesh, he could take his place inside. Read more »