of Death While I stand bloaty-faced, Kevin inflicts his
fluorescent red wardrobe on an unsuspecting breakfast crowd.
hangover was in force. The breakfast siren went off 3 times. This
was the first Sunday on regular work day schedule.
Klean's morning announcements: "Here's to Margarita night!
The moonlight was staggering and we're still staggering!"
call was rough.
My first day out working with Carl. Soaking up homespun wisdom and
building the fence that catches all the renegade trash on the wind.
how to put up a trash fence: stake snow fence post along the perimeter.
Run the twine from pole to pole. Tie down fence at the posts. Tie
the fence to the twine in 4 column between each post. Leave 1 foot
of slack at the bottom to work as a scoop.
we arrived on the playa, a thunderstorm threatened from the surrounding
hills. But the sky soon opened up and bathed us in dry breezy sunshine
between the clouds.
Eli drives the bus to the site.
Ginger shows how you tape your hand to protect it from chafing by
the fencing twine.
Close-up if the mirror.
And what it looks like at the end of the day.
The perfect hat for an electrical storm.
Boris why just stand around when you can flirt with the camera?
begins with an F and ends with a U-C-K, and makes a lot of noise?
I was reading
tarot for Rosanna when we
were interrupted by a not-so-familiar sound. That is, it was a siren,
but none of our own sirens. Someone shouted "Oh shit, it's a fire
news, so I grabbed my camera, thinking some fire department was
about to hassle us. I went up on the First Camp deck to see what was the
As it turns
out, 3 vehicles were coming in the front gate, and one was a fire engine
loaded with mattresses. It seems Rivka found a theme camp arriving
early with the red eye-popper, and insisted on navigating it back to the
can't just pop-in with a siren and not expect competition. Soon, the bucket
arrived, and Tom's white pumper truck all roaring away, and even
the dinner siren got into the act.
were all parading about the campus.
is not Burning Man, this is a work camp!" Mr. Klean was pissed off.
"NO Parades, NO Sirens!"