I've
landed on the playa. But am I really here yet? Sure, I have more
stuff to move, but when will that feeling of being at Burning Man
come?
Jesse demonstrates the method of lighting a cigarette in high winds.
What's this?
Party
on the Playa
It's some sort of abomination, to be torched by Winnemucca Dave.
Craig and Sandwich fear no lens.
Fire spinners are ubiquitous, but this time Crimson was conducting
the symphony.
Skitch and his drum set flambé.
Suicidal Bunnies played on the base of the Man. (I can't say who
it was this time)
Cammy and Gwen of APOX
It's not all about fire. Here's some LED twirlers.
Piloting the Observer, Eli broadcasts sound effects from his laptop,
while Open exemplifies verbal abuse through the P.A.
(It was, after all, un-PC night.)
I
dressed in white, white for the playa. I'm gonna spend the day moving
down to BRC. I'll tell you if anything interesting happens.
