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On Jun 10, 2009, at 9:38 AM, moontroll wrote:
Subject: "I realized that we all have our own power, and that whatever I wanted to do, I had to make happen."
I don't know this guy, never even seen "American Idol" once, but can appreciate his awakening at the Burn: NY Daily News.
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On Jun 10, 2009, at 10:09 AM, Edub wrote:
Subject: Re: "I realized that we all have our own power, and that whatever I wanted to do, I had to make happen."
"Drug fueled" Yeah, that's there, but we all know there is more to the Burn than that! Through portal we come face to face with the Pure Power of Potential. How we choose to harness it - on the playa and in the default world, is up to us. In the immortal words of Master Yoda, "Choose, but choose wisely."
Onward toward the Burn. May the Force (i.e. the Pure Power of Potential) be with us.
~ Master Doobsauce
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On Jun 10, 2009, at 12:08 PM, moontroll wrote:
Subject: Re: "I realized that we all have our own power, and that whatever I wanted to do, I had to make happen."
Well said, Master Doobsauce (Wonder where Princess Ramona and Hekter Binks are these daze?). We are in no position to argue against the "drug fueled" label -- it is a clinical description of how we get through the week. But still, I think Big Media has to label it as such to try and take away the power of the gathering -- call it names and it is less threatening to the status quo. Belittle it as a "freak fest" and raise the fears that most desk-jobbers have about what might happen if they too stepped outside the boundaries of the Default World. Fine. But I note that it was the media that called it that, and not the kid who had a spiritual awakening on the playa.
(I'm getting really fired up kids - - the past couple of days I've just been getting sparkier and sparkier. I want to be working on a project. Maybe it is because I've been listening/watching to Burncast pod and vidcasts frequently, or maybe because I got the fun box out of my storage unit and have been sifting through its dusty treasures, making note of what I need to add to it....)
One Love,
Playaduster
ps. Read the "American Idol" kid's quote in the subject line again; isn't that another way of describing our ideas about the Pure Power of Potential??? Slightly different angle, I suppose, but in the same shooting range!
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From: Edub
Date: June 10, 2009 12:12:57 PM PDT
Subject: Re: "I realized that we all have our own power, and that whatever I wanted to do, I had to make happen."
Yes. He is alluding to the Pure Power of Potential. That was the connection that I was trying to make.
(I'm getting fired up too. I'm actually online right now "shopping" for clothes (or ideas for my style this year). I'm finding lots of cool, tribal stuff - that is also pretty expensive. We'll see.)
Soon!
~ Dub
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More on Adam Lambert's playa
transformation at www.idolator.com and an examination of androgynous
fashion and superstardom (with a bonus pic of Prince) at
www.nytimes.com (whut?).
I have no idea if Adam is a good singer/performer or not, but just
being a Burner makes me warm to him -- bringing the freaky-styley
philosophy of phreedom of frickin' Black Rock City in to something
as mainstream as "American Idol" is both bad-ass and
hilarious.

American Idol Adam
Lambert on the far left, rocking the net socks, platform boots,
juju beads and feathered undies. Looks pretty normal by Black Rock
City standards, eh?
Now I recall the Labcabin Convergence on Lummi Island when Hekter bestowed upon me this gift for Miss Mayhem. Through the haze of smoke and the glow of our fellow gnome companion (who has no name as far as I know....BTW - Have you seen Hyper Primbly?) it was agreed that I would most likely be seeing Ramona before he would, so I should pass on this gift of carefully selected bits and bytes. Unfortunately/fortunately, I have not connect with Ramona in the months since so said disk is still in my possession. The awesomeness of my inability to connect with Ramona and my lame turnaround for passing of a specially prepared gift is that upon finding that disk this evening, I discovered the lost audio files of the Prophet (aka Hekter McElliot, aka Johnny Buckskin)!!!! These mythical audio recordings date back to Black Rock City, circa 2008 and are in pristine condition! Well archived, titled and organized in a folder titled, 'Yovanda McHekerton 2.0 bm 2008.'
This, my friends, is a momentous find that will most certainly clarify the as yet unverified first hand reports that have so far emerged from BRC.
Stay tuned to dBM Evolutionary Radio as we unveil these lost recordings to the world.
~ Professor. E. Dubious, B. UaC, dBM Radio Archivist
Instead of processing my playa time through sleep deprived saucy slang and freshly roasted thought pockets, I have found myself entangled in pure cordtitude - obsessed with alternative media and battling to just get the lil' digital tidbits tamed into their perspective corners. My digital realm has really become incredibly complicated, especially since dropping my computer on it's hard drive... now it's a special needs tablet and I'm fresh out of meds. Layers of cords for all types of electronic madness become vague in their functionality and mock me in my oneness. Perseverance will prevail and Hekter Vision will be born... even if I have to get cesarean section on it's ass.
Re-integration has been but a speed bump upon return this year, mainly just traffically confused. My habitat is clearly the side streets and back alleys. Spose' that I've been burning up for over a month now and the next chapter is the culmination of it all - Earth Dance! Possibly the final summer festival for Hekter as he prepares himself with fresh mitten-wear for the upcoming blizzards of joy.
Glow fur rabbit ears with built in carrot cam... Yovanda mounted to a fleshy hand piercing loop. DJ's, Dancers, Drugs, Dilerium, Delectable, Discombobulated, Dillusional. Art cars, prayer flags and el-wire... trails of breadclumps, raver fishin', urinal confessionals, human living tips... Beautiful women belly-dancing, Moroccon misfits, disco in 10 languages....
I ain't talking no Fanny Packston bullshit here, this is the real dank - fresh and live - boogers and all. Johnny Buckskin up to his chaps in faux fur and fine ass.
Therefore the burn was just a catalyst for juicing my soul sauce & mental floss. Playa lies dormant deep within my pores awaiting the crucial moment for exuding the time release formula. I will certainly meet some producers at Earth Dance that will be thrilled on the "Vision".
Apparently, Earth Dance is one of 55 festivals that happen simultaneously around the world. Sunday, there will be a prayer for peace at each of these festivals. Afterwards, the war-makers will feel a global tang of mourning and the seed of absurdity will be recognized in their evolving minds. One of the main founders of the peace prayer chooses to participate at Earth Dance each year. I am blessed and grateful for the opportunity to share my spirit in new meadows.
Most of my new Yovanda field notes are from San Fran folks... who all are going to be at Earth Dance. Am I on the brink of yet another tribe... if I ever make time to visit the city will I be able to resist the nectarific fairy traps? Certainly not!! How will I channel my joy of abundance? Pressing questions with pulling answers.
I have finally attained Mayan time, mentally of course. I will prepare a Mayan return party in 2012 at Priest Lake with my fuckleberry mojitos and special blends of the Cali-fari. They have been busy giving Cassiopeia the couch dance of her life... now Orion awakes to an extra dingle to his dangle.
Back to Flickrin' my Google bar over at Your Space after I pull a 5 foot You Tube and chip my Bluetooth.
If "Evolution" is truly the theme of next year's burn then can someone figure out how to run electronics without 4 cords a piece. Bluetooth is on the verge but seriously, these cords are really starting to fuck with me!!
Neptune has been a blast but it's time to get serious and set up a yurt... I don't see my treehouse ideas blossoming to fruition.
I think my next trip is to Mercury in a metabolic landcruiser made out of moop and belly lint. I have a feeling that is where all my socks and pant strings have exiled to.
Maybe that is where Hekter left Scottee on the last hot lap?
hhmm
in care of:
Yovanda McHekerten
Hekter McElliot
PS- I've got DVD's full of crazy shit I want to get out to the whole P-cubed tribe yet as previously mentioned early, my special needs computer is about to be dropped kicked into the gutter. Anyone have a good DVD burner that would be willing to burn around 20 dvd's (they fit onto the 4GB dvd's... cheap) and make sure they get to the crew?? I'll have a few down at earthdance so let me know if I can get some Northern help.
You all rock, I'm still trying to figure it all out... but not too hard!
In the meantime, we really like these photos from The Blight.

From: DJ Playaduster
Sent: Thursday, August 21, 2008 9:13 AM
To: Edubious
Subject: southward soul pull
Yo -- I talked to Ramona Mayhem moments ago -- called her just as she was starting up Blingle Bee for the journey south to the Burn. Gave (and got) lots o' fresh juju and know that we will be well represented this year on-playa. Now I'm semi-frantically surfing the web at work looking for fresh pictures from the playa, weather/dust storm reports, music line-ups, whatever. Bassnectar and Glitch on the headphones. Gerlach webcam reveals nothing. Default World tick-tocks on....
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Damn, Ramona and Hekter are ON THE MOVE!!$#*#@!~?!
love, P'Duster
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From: Edubious
Sent: Thursday, August 21, 2008 9:33 AM
To: DJ Playaduster
Subject: re: southward pull
Looking to the 2009 Burn already! Not surprising. I too am feeling the fire build inside of me and around me. The metaphor of fire, the image of fire, the memory of fire flares up in my everyday - in so many moments spiritual and mundane.
I spent a long time last night before and after our video chat, reading blogs - tribe.net, burning man.com; looking at music line ups, visiting websites - Cypher Town, Opulent Temple, Purple Palace; basing on the images floating across my desktop - Crude Awakenings, Boogie Pyramid, Jackson Junk, The Temple. I have committed my audio listening to the many podcasts that we created to focus our intention before the burn and capture our experience post burn. I find myself talking about to everyone around me. I feel my spirit flutter, drawn toward home, seeking freedom but tethered by the same string that keeps you from flying away south.
Perhaps I need to keep any eye open for items for my funbox?
Looking forward to connecting deeply with you. To Light It Up, Burn It Down and blow it out!
Soon come!
~E
