August 17, Wednesday
I’ve turned the corner and am racing towards the playa. The same wise and knowing friend, who gave me the fur jacket, emailed me today and wrote, “The playa provides.” And it has and I’m not even there yet.
Burner friends, how do you even function these days before the journey? I work my list on excel many times a day. I try to do/buy a little each day. There’s so much to do and it’s all I want to do. I’m currently extremely underemployed; frankly I don’t know how people holding down this default world find the time to get it all together
I’m going to be the type of burner wearing thrift store finds, Target stuff; scarves tied every which-way and treasure I’ve discovered on the back of shelves or in boxes under more boxes. So far a few day looks and night looks. Boots for day and boots for night. And stuff and more, I think, I guess. Green eggs and ham.
The fellow we’re camping with seems to personify the playa doctrine of fun and generosity. I’m stoked that we have a little camp now to experience it with.
- I want to give people stuff, my time, smiles, I’m super patient and am cracking myself up
- Compulsion to start my paper Burning Man journal tonight, I want to write it with pen & paper, I have another paper journal (and another blog of course), but this needs to stand alone.
- Drawn to Henry Miller’s “Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch,” the community he lived with there sound like the first Burners to me. I read little snippets all day. I might bring that along with me.
- And I just want to keep talking about it, even if I just say the same things over and over. I also like dragging people inside so I can show them my inventory.
I’m wondering about a playa name, not feeling that yet and wondering if anyone uses their real name?
I love this picture-