indago felix

so, I’ve always been one for prefaces.

things you should know:

please don’t read this all at once. it was written as little units, which i would have emailed out one at a time if i could have. it’s not meant to be one long narrative. have you ever seen me eat popcorn? read it like that.

i wrote this to be readable for folks that have never heard of burning man, so if you were there, just be warned you’ll have to read through event history, definitions, blatant lies, etc.

if you are mentioned in here and you’d like your name changed, let me know. it was a struggle, but i don’t think i attached anything incriminating (or even mildly distasteful) to a specific person.

for all you blogging pros, i realize i have mis-used the blog chronology. but it just wouldn’t make sense reading this backwards.

this is maybe a little more personal than my past travelogues. it was a personal event. so if you don’t feel like twenty six pages of my self indulgent ranting, this is maybe not the diversion you are looking for. try lemonadegame.com.

oh, and the epilogue:

i’ve been back a few days now. the comforts are nice, but i’d still rather go back.

cheers.

September 9 2004

Back in Eugene.

I watched the mileposts count down with a sadness that made me feel almost guilty… shouldn’t homecoming be sweet? Full of relief and welcome and long-craved comforts? I love my life in Eugene.

But for three weeks I wore a cowboy hat and a kilt, and worked in the sun with a remarkable group of folks to make something that wasn’t there before. And now it’s already gone. I’m feeling some serious withdrawal. Three weeks of celebration, sunrises, sweat, silliness… but I should start at the beginning.

So, the burning log.
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