Thursday we pick up the van, put our things inside.
Early Friday morning, we drive to Seattle.
Saturday, we re-pack the van.
Early Sunday morning, we drive south again, and stay the night at Summer Lake Hot Springs.
Monday we arrive at the Playa.
Once there, we’re setting up camp in the Iron Monkey Ghetto, at 5:30 and C.
As a virgin burner, I have very few plans in regard to the playa. Visiting friends is high up there, (Mutaytor, Thunderdome, etc), but in regards to specifics, I so far only have two: there’s a local, (BC/Washington), 6 a.m. sunrise meet-up at the Temple of Flux on Wednesday and Karen says to drop by at Salon Soleil at 4:30 and E and catch their Thursday night fire opera.
Where will you be camping? What delightful experiences/places/art/etcetera do you recommend?
Kon passed away passed yesterday after losing a battle with pancreatic cancer.
The filmmaker’s work includes Perfect Blue, Millennium Actress and Paprika.
Kon was working on fantasy-adventure animation, “Yumemiru Kikai (Dream Machine)”, due for release in 2011, at the time of his death. Featuring a futuristic adventure starring a robot, it would have been his first work aimed at children after he produced a series of what he called “animations which adults can enjoy”.
This past week might as well have been a montage. Except for Sunday Tea, every day whipped past without clear delineation. One scene sliding into the next, cut, fade, patch cables snaking through the corners of my vision, the boom mic menacing just overhead, Damocles sword for the new generation, waiting in the wings an outdated phrase. My body moves again, my feet carry me, my hands, they grasp. Everything forward. My cases are packed, sitting open in the living room like two full mouths, unable to speak for the wealth they carry, their tongues tied with t-shirts and his&hers cargo pants and travel bric-a-brack. Food is on the way. In the meantime, I wait for laundry, I wait for the dishwasher. I wait. A pause as subtle as the violin sap hollywood pastes over love scenes.
Prepare food, ( vegetables, chinese food), (eat ice-cream to make room in freezer, oh noes), pick up birth control, extra extra sunscreen, bike, ribbon/string for hat, more underwear, long sleeve shirts, travel mug, extra water bottle, pack WD-40, zap-straps, fill the dishwasher, mod some shirts, do laundry.
I’ve been calling my optometrist, to replace my misplaced contacts prescription, but have been getting no answer, no matter which branch I call.
Contains: spray on sunscreen, cargo pants, medical corset, stripy sweater, fluffy hat, fur hat, light weight shirts, multiglow, pinhole camera, stockings, long johns, ear plugs, hair pins, safety pins, fuzzy monster socks, business cards, belt, condoms, water bottle, fur coat, white chinese fan, lighter, vest, miniskirt, make-up kit, mini-soap, wrist braces, ankle brace, lace bras, underwear, pocket knife, arm warmers, spare glasses, glasses repair kit, glasses case, book to read, book to write in, pen, boots, sandals, scarf, cocoa butter, goggles, cowboy hat, lens cloth, hair comb, chapstick, garter belt, glitter devil horns, flashlight, harness, pit-stick, tensor bandages, velcro, cell phone, tea, dry shampoo, anti-chafing powder, pocket watch, instant cold compresses, band-aids, colour-change fire powder, hydration backpack, surprise for Tony, solarcaine, canadian luggage tags, travel mug, pyjamas, birth control pills, long sleeve shirts, zap straps.
Still needs: toothbrush, toothpaste, medium format film, contacts, contacts case, contacts fluid.
I leave for Burning Man this week. I feel woefully unprepared, even though today I was massively effective. I packed two suitcases, (the one shown here and another less flashy one for fur coats and licorice whips and whatever various sundry is too big for my purple case), arranged food prep for the trip, brought my burner bike in to have a rear rack installed and a u-lock chopped off, picked up some velcro, the missing piece for our countertop dishwasher, and a massive straw sombrero-style hat of improbable size to keep the sun from stripping the flesh from my bones with light, watched a movie, and dyed my hair. All that, and I’m Still Alive!
I’m sure that if I were a different sort of person I’d feel rather victorious, yet even as I survey my tiny accomplished kingdom, I feel terribly vulnerable, like I’m going out to the desert in nothing but my skin. On the surface my fears seem well grounded, like how I almost die every time I stay with Lung, (see: drowning in the desert, camping out in a condemned building), or my deeply ingrained belief, (see: too many previous examples), that the entire trip is going to vanish, poof!, at the very last minute. Yet once I dig deeper, it comes down to this – the sheer scope of the thing. I’ve wanted this trip since I was a kid, yet no matter how much I anticipate and organize and try to be ready, I know I’m going to be caught off guard by the massive reality of Black Rock City.
The rules all state self-reliance, but it’s not, not really. Such a place can’t exist, (nor a trip like this), without incredible amounts of trust. You trust your neighbors not to set you on fire or run you over with a tank, you trust the people who built center camp to know what they’re doing, or the coffee shop people, or the port-a-potty group, the same way you trust your bunk mates to be safe, your camp mates to be competent, your tribe to be your tribe. That’s what it really comes down to. In among all that? I feel broken. I’m terrified. We almost destroyed ourselves in January over the fact that he’ll stick around, but he won’t commit. What if Burning Man is where he decides to leave?
Come cozy away the blah weather with tea, treats, and delightful company!
12:00 – 5:30
Just a reminder…
If you’re reading this, you and your delightful friends are invited, along with your favourite treats!
So come on down and catch up before I flee the country, off to bake in the Nevada desert at Black Rock City.
David & Jhayne’s
560 mclean dr
Sunday · 12:00 – 5:30
BYOTasties. We have two tea-pots and many, many cups. We’ll be making mason jars of iced-tea ahead of time to help conquer the heat.
Allergy Alert: Two cats on premises. One rabbit on the porch.
ps. Weather permitting, we’re planning on trying to make sun-tea, (SCIENCE!!).