So I think I have royally fucked up! I didn’t bring any shade structure and now I’m roasting. I’ve gotten sunscreen in my eye, likely already gotten sunburned and am generally miserable. At least it’s not as bad as Hawaii. But almost. I thought I could just wing it and make it happen, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. I don’t really know what I can do about it though. Leaving early is not an option, at least not not one I’m willing to make. We’ll see how the week progresses. Burning Man. Aptly titled. I am the burning man.
So as Darren suggests, here’s some things to make note of for next time:
- Cold Beer!
So I just took my first nap at Burning Man and it’s still the first day. I slept a few hours in the morning and who knows how long I’ve slept now. Still daytime.
I feel like I made a huge mistake. Thoughts of quitting and returning home fill my mind. And suicide. Absolutely miserable…
Decided to ask the neighbors if I could sit under their shade structure and we ended up chatting for 2 or 3 hours. The shade was amazing, but mostly the friendship was therapeutic. Looks like I’m going to make it through the first day.
Just got some new neighbors who have offered shade support. Thanks guys.
Looks like I was right and this week is going to be very challenging.
Pain and suffering is something only living beings can experience.
Think about that again. ONLY living beings can experience pain. It often occurs to me that life is overly unfair, painful, tedious, etc. and it’s finally hit me that, duh, only life COULD produce those qualities. Therefore life itself must be masochistic.
Just get over it and enjoy the burn.
When I started lifting two years ago I couldn’t do shit. I sucked at everything possible. Couldn’t squat without a box for support. Could barely do pushups without the use of knees. Weighted PVC pipe for overhead movements. Barely catching my breath during simple runs. Everything.
But now it’s reached a point where I’m able to strategize and play within the movements, making all the difference.
It’s now my favorite thing to do. I’m sad when I wake up and there’s no lifting to be done. It’s a fucking addiction and getting high never felt this good.
“I can believe that things are true and I can believe things that aren’t true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they’re true or not. I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and Marilyn Monroe and the Beatles and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen – I believe that people are perfectible, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkledy lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women. I believe that the future sucks and I believe that future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone’s ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state. I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste. I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we’ll all be wiped out by the common cold like the Martians in War of the Worlds. I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman. I believe that mankind’s destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it’s aerodynamically impossible for a bumblebee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there’s a cat in a box somewhere who’s alive and dead at the same time (although if they don’t ever open the box to feed it it’ll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself. I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn’t even know that I’m alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of casual chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck. I believe that anyone who says that sex is overrated just hasn’t done it properly. I believe that anyone claims to know what’s going on will lie about the little things too. I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman’s right to choose, a baby’s right to live, that while all human life is sacred there’s nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system. I believe life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you’re alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.”
– Neil Gaiman, American Gods
I just experienced the most amazing customer service ever.
I ordered a tent and it never arrived. I clicked a button that said, “chat.” A few seconds later I was talking to a representative. In less than 5 minutes I was done speaking with them and a new tent was en route. And they never once bothered to see if what I claimed was true or not.
That’s fucking customer service.
Last night I played my final softball game ending the season on a high note. When we started practicing I was fearful that my abilities would not improve enough in time for the games. Gratefully they did and I was able to enjoy the games without worrying too much about my inexperience.
It also helps to be put in right field. That was a blessing.
Made contact with the ball most times I was at plate. Brought in a few RBI’s. I’m happy with my performance all things considered.
Mostly though it was just fun hanging out with friends. I didn’t sign up so I could play baseball. I signed up to get out of the house and out of my comfort zone, and in that regard it was a great success.
Burning Man is one month away and the excitement is beginning to take hold. I just purchased my tent, sleeping bag, etc. and the reality is setting in.
I believe I am going in with the right mindset but who knows what will happen when I get there. It has dawned on me that I’m treating this like a psychadelic trip (which it may very well lead into).
When you’re about to embark on a visionary journey the mindset you bring with you is as important or perhaps more so than the specific chemical. Set and Setting if you know the lingo.
Usually when the trip is over you come away with a greater understanding of self or perhaps more confidence. But sometimes you are left thinking about things you’d rather ignore yet ultimately need to be resolved.
I expect Burning Man to behave similarly.
Real power doesn’t come from the material world.
Look at Bruce Lee, he’s arguably more powerful today than he was when he was alive. In matter of influence, he still reigns king.
The money in your bank ain’t worth shit.
Chester from Linkin Park now commands a mighty army. His death brought back fans who had long forgotten him. Now that we know how his story ended we can finally see it for the first time.
His words have new meaning.