by Ron » Sun Oct 15, 2006 9:23 am
I love the fact that many folk tend to be more open to engage the stranger and enjoy street interactions than in the general corse of events. Early in the week, just about every person I walk by will return a smile and nod, say, "Hi," and maybe even chat a bit. I've been lucky enough to meet various friends by such chance encounters, something that almost never happens outside of BRC.
I love the art. Weather we're talking about the hight craft and spectacle of the Mother Serpent, say, or the simplicity and elegance of the string art golden gate bridge wandering around and experiencing all of the art is incredible.
I love the way women act. In no other city in the world have I been approached for a bit of sensual fun by as many women as I have at the Burn. In my experience, only swing clubs seem to create the same sense of freedom, power, and sexuality in the female participants. And that's a very cool thing, in my world.
I love the stories and adventures the playa provides. Dodging fireballs, laughing until I can't breath, beating up assholes, eating food that never tasted so good, wandering from encounter to encounter, teasing camp mates and new friends met, giving and getting all kinds of cool gifts. Yummy.
I love the community. With the goal of creating a camp and constructing some form of Shady Tower each year, a group of folk have pulled together to make our own little clan and kin. We stay in touch all year, visit each other, argue, fight, make up, and love each other in a very family kind of way.
I love the looks on folk's faces when they walk into my art each year. Seeing the expressions as the cool wet grass does it's magic on their bare, playa encrusted, feet. I love watching around 100 burners talk, laugh, sleep, and seek shelter from the sun on a spot of ground that I and my friends built. Bringing grass and shade to BRC gives me a fantastic feeling.
I love what I learn each year. Everything from how to use a new tool to bits of hard fought personal understanding. I love how going each year reminds me that culture is a creation, not a pronouncement. Among other things I love about the burn. Next?
Ron