September 8th, 2005

Seeking the source of my magic

the time i spent with you, albeit short, was the highlight of my BM adventure.  We floated along the playa on a carpet that didn't truely become magical until i shared it with you..

new york is small distance to travel to experience that feeling again.  to know if it was something worth exploring..

my lady in red, if you read this, know that i won't forget that morning.. and that i'm still kicking my as for leaving things as i did..

we will see eachother again one day..

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  • ryzh

saloon at the end of the world

does anyone of the fine members of this community have pictures of the cowboy saloon at the end of the playa? i miss it terribly...

also, was anyone smart enough to take their camera with them to photograph the sunrise the morning after the burn? i'd love to see your pictures

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  • oddlet

Long gone

I can't seem to wrap my head around being back in the default world. Things like exchanging money for services seem so foreign... i almost offered a cashier a hug instead of cash. I sat through almost 5 hours of classes yesterday, yet have absolutely no clue what anyone talked about. I even took a test and have no idea what answers i chose. The letters and numbers ran off of the page together, headed for a secret tryst while i daydreamed of dust and sweat and the sound of my name when called out in joy.

I never hear my name spoken in the real world the way that i do on the playa. Every utterance is like a caress. And i know that when my name is spoken there, it means something... that in that moment i and i alone will serve some purpose that cannot be matched by anyone else on this earth. It's strange how so many people call me oddlet in the default world, but on the playa i'm almost universally called by my real name. As if the facade that i wear in the real world is removed at the gate and i am suddenly bare for all to see. No artifice, no coyness, i can't bear it.

I can't bear it.
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  • aryx

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Okay, people,
My last post was not meant to belittle or complain about the gate staff.
I had brought that up because I was pointing out that I was not looking as forward to going out to the Burn as I had in past years. During the drive out, I kept having my doubts. And then at the gate, getting treated the way I did because I accidently ended up in a closed lane doubled my doubts about being there.
However, I should point out that you are making excuses for the guy. I'm sorry, I don't buy it. He volunteered for that post, and part of the job is to confiscate fireworks, find counterfit tickets, and search for stowaways. If that's such a big burden to him, then he shouldn't be doing it. If he's that much of an ass doing something that he likes, I'd hate to see how he is in the mundane world at a regular job.

No, my point to the whole last post was that even with all of these things going on, and my continuing adamancy about this being my last burn, I found myself not spent yet. I have a strong suspicion that I will, indeed, return next year.
Happy to be Nappy2
  • ej


I got back from the Playa early Tuesday morning... it's been a hard time adjusting being back in default world, I miss the desert with a fierce longing.

My Burning Man 2005 experience was both the best and worst year I've experienced on the playa. I had a relaxing vacation, a time of bonding with friends old and new, and some spiritual and emotional healing I was looking for..

But a couple of problems arose, and it's really hit me hard since coming back. A couple of very close friends from my camp got dosed on two separate occasions -- given drugs secreted in food without their knowledge. On Tuesday afternoon, one friend was given a cookie laced with pot by a random passerby. She didn't figure it out until it was too late. She had wanted to stay sober for various reasons and was really pissed off that this happened. On Friday night, another friend was given what we think was acid or a similar hallucinogen in some salsa, given to him by a random guy with a plate of them loaded on a cart. He was really upset because he wasn't sure what was happening to him until I caught up with him a little while later and talked it through with him. He trooped through it OK, but his fiancée was really upset (understandably).

I talked to friends and others about it when I was on the playa, and got a huge range of responses. Many expressed outrage, and were upset with me. But there were a few people who found both situations amusing, which made me feel a bit sick. Some people were very adamant about not taking food or drink from anyone you don't know or trust, but part of me feels that is just too militant.

So why did I post this? I suppose I am looking for a couple of things out of it...

-What motivates people to do things like this? I may be especially dense, but this is just something I cannot wrap my mind around.
-Has anyone from this community experienced or known anyone who has experienced dosing, either on or off playa... what has been your experience, and how have you faced it/gotten over it?
-What can I as a person/my friends as a group do to ensure that this kind of thing doesn't happen to anyone else?
-Am I making a mountain out of a molehill? Am I seeing a huge conspiracy because it happened to two people I know in one Burn? Or is this a real problem that needs dealing with?
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