In an apparent overreaction to my guilt trip of earlier this week, I was parousing some photos in the art section of the Burning Man website. I can't picture myself running around naked in the desert, with flowers in my hair and nary a care in the world, using substances that make me look ten feet tall in the mirror, but I really dig some of the creativity of the event. I like the vitality and spontaneity of the whole thing too. 
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Vicarious burning
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Well...then....dance partially clothed in desert sans flowers in your hair using substances that make you look seven feet tall in the mirror while digging the creative scene.
Hmmm. The pharmacology of height perception. I'll have to look into it.
Now give me a few beers and I transform into Sandra Bullock. ;-)
Sandra Bullock, eh? I look just like Brad Pitt, you know, but only after the person looking at me has ingested massive quantities of narcotics.
Leonardo DiCaprio, Randy.
I think Burning Man would be cathartic for you. You should go.
Hmmm. You may be right. But I must ask, "what to wear?" I don't want to run around naked and painted blue, but I don't want whatever clothes I do wear to mark me as a tool of the Establishment. Any suggestions?
Baggy shorts and a tank top. Think surfer.
You'll probably end up naked and painted blue before the week is out anyway.
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