It All Begins and Ends at Burning Man

Burning Man, 2009, Evolution is the theme. The countdown is on. Here we come, Man. If you don't know what Burning Man is, Google it, really it is 2009 folks! As anyone who knows me can testify, last years Burn changed my life forever. All of them have, some more than others, but last year I fell in love on the playa. I have never entertained a playa girlfriend at burning man. Since I arrived in 2001, this has been a solid rule. I am just to busy doing other things than allowing that particular agenda to compete with my artistic impulses. I broke all my rules last year, 2008. I am glad I did, although it turns out they were, indeed, good rules.

In 2008, The American Dream happened to me. I fell in love with the impossible love. West Coast me meets East Coast her. Quantum mechanics are a fine pursuit, by that I mean interstellar love affairs. Impossible love? We brought it off on the playa, and then off as well. We brought it to the West Coast. She now lives in the Bay Area, in the east bay, my birthplace. I, however, live gladly here in Walla Walla, WA. Bringing the joy in for our own lives, hopefully, we just aren't together at it. There will always be something left of the love for each other, just no longer impossible love. That is the story of my life. It is a good life. This is the beginning of my blog, now engaged, August 3, 2009. Thank you Larissa, I will be writing more and saying less. Inspiration happens.

Burning Man this year will be going off, in case there have been in any worries out there for you squirrelly burners. "Hmm, well, uhh, maybe next year." This year. It will happen. We will have fun. Sake Explosion, that is the word. We are coming down with it. Cold from the desert floor. A cool oasis of misty pleasures. Beats raining down delicious. We are fielding the HMS NightJuice, mobile limo of our loves. Straight to you, from us. Bass amongst us. That is the plan. And as always. Quantum mechanics works best for these affairs. And it does work kids. It does. I know the bass fo yo spinal core. We know the places those deep bass spaces. Comin' fo yo ass. Evolve it. Stop it. Pop it. We ain't gonna stop it.