Breaking news....
Jan/31/10
On most days, visits from the mailman
are very uneventful: bills, statements, catalogs, junk, every now
and then a good Netflix movie. But yesterday's delivery was an
entirely different story --
It's not often that something that reaches you by way of the post is life-changing, but in the case of receiving a ticket to Burning Man, accompanied by a spicy fireball candy, it is not exaggerating to call it that: life-changing. Who knows how the next 210 days will play out, what schemes will emerge, how my tribe will fragment and reconstitute in new and surprising combinations, what virgins might jump on board? Getting my Burning Man ticket in the mail -- my fourth one -- always reminds me of Willy Wonka's golden tickets -- I get to go to Wonkaland! I've just secured admittance to one of the greatest gatherings known to mankind! I just queued up for the most powerful soul-shakedown celebration-ritual that I've ever experienced! Thanks Mr. Postman. You have no idea what that nondescript white envelope really contained: an express ticket on a journey that takes one to both the deepest reaches of outer space and the inner psyche.
As a Burner friend in Seattle commented on seeing the above photo, "And so it begins...."
In other news, Adolf Hitler is apparently pretty upset about dubstep and glitch-hop taking over Black Rock City:
It's not often that something that reaches you by way of the post is life-changing, but in the case of receiving a ticket to Burning Man, accompanied by a spicy fireball candy, it is not exaggerating to call it that: life-changing. Who knows how the next 210 days will play out, what schemes will emerge, how my tribe will fragment and reconstitute in new and surprising combinations, what virgins might jump on board? Getting my Burning Man ticket in the mail -- my fourth one -- always reminds me of Willy Wonka's golden tickets -- I get to go to Wonkaland! I've just secured admittance to one of the greatest gatherings known to mankind! I just queued up for the most powerful soul-shakedown celebration-ritual that I've ever experienced! Thanks Mr. Postman. You have no idea what that nondescript white envelope really contained: an express ticket on a journey that takes one to both the deepest reaches of outer space and the inner psyche.
As a Burner friend in Seattle commented on seeing the above photo, "And so it begins...."
In other news, Adolf Hitler is apparently pretty upset about dubstep and glitch-hop taking over Black Rock City:
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