Nitevenus wrote:Nothing certain in mind on flavors, just a comment to the fact that you were thinking in lines of other flavors from different locales from what is already out there.
Nitevenus wrote:I think that BMorg is attempting to put the larger sound camps on the outer streets where most ravers would gravitate to. It is actually quieter on the back inner streets.
That's good news.
Nitevenus wrote:If the Esplanade is the front of the action, why wouldn't "come back to the Oasis" make a good invitation. Or consider a rolling Oasis for journeying art seekers to discover....
I guess it would depend on how big an oasis. Very large art cars are cool - at least I think so - and I love the possibilities they offer as spaces. People hop on, they hop off and the moving space becomes a kind of bridge between the different parts of the city. The only thing that holds me back on that is the principle of pessimism in planning - never count on something you don't have firmly in hand.
I am amazingly, frighteningly broke, and a real art car is something beyond my financial reach. Also, even if I had the money, I don't know anybody who could handle one a very large vehicle, safely, in close quarters. If somebody with a big art car (like Draka) wanted the oasis onboard, on the other hand, those problems would be solved and I'd be totally up for that. Especially since almost all of the preparation (eg. boiling down sour cherry juice) would be done before I ever left home, meaning that the bouncing floor probably wouldn't be a problem.
Frying up food to go with the drinks might be a different issue, to mention something else I had been thinking of, but I've heard that getting health department clearance for food camps is very difficult. Also, again, there is the question of where the money would come from. And the packing space and the refrigeration.
I had briefly toyed with the idea of doing a vegan salad camp - grains, greens, beans, nuts and some of the things that can be done with them - but the greens were sort of the killer. With a good, cold refrigerator I can easily keep most greens bright and fresh for a week, but one has to get awfully dangerously close to freezing to pull that off. Wilted sorrel and purslane can get pretty nasty when raw.
Nitevenus wrote:This year they have implemented new plazas back in the general camping area to promote new ideas that would spring up. I can see where your concern is with the noise, but there are already a good deal of camps that have less noisy locations to offer things like nightly movies, discussions on philosophy etc. You might personally inquire of them after event on how their locations were affected by neighbors.
Will definitely do. These sound like good camps to network with.
Nitevenus wrote:I like the idea of an Oasis, conjures up exotic thoughts of sand, palms and colorful flowing fabrics....but that's just me! Keep mixing, it will become more than just half baked...
We'll see who's interested.
Ugly Dougly wrote:
On the other track, all the hoi polloi can do is continue squeaking until the Borg hears it and clamps down on the noise in a real way. Plus if you don't like the noise, go out and make some of your own.
In principle, I agree ... but have you ever gotten to a point in your life when you just said "no mas"? When you figured if somebody was getting weird, you'd just get up and walk away, and to Hell with the principle of the thing? I'm sort of there, right now. I just want to do my reading, maybe a little scribbling and cooking, and leave the fights to other people.
Ugly Dougly wrote:H&T, I'll be back next year, how about you?
If I can, but I probably can't. As always, the show stopper is money.
I worked my way through school, putting in long hours before studies. I still got high marks. What I didn't get, was a chance to have a social life as I was doing this, so when I got out of school, I didn't know anybody. I went looking for work, got stonewalled by human resources, and along the way, joined the ranks of the long term unemployed, before I ever got my first job interview. That status has since been held as one strike against me as I've gone looking for work, so-called "over-qualification" being another. Lack of experience becomes the third - those jobs I worked to put myself through school don't count as "real jobs" in the eyes of HR, for some reason.
End result: What I get by on is tutoring and other odd jobs, and what I live on, mostly, is rice and beans. I do, frequently, wonder why I ever bothered to go to college, much less graduate school. If I had just saved the money I was earning instead of wasting it on tuition, I'd have the beginnings of a nest egg and one less strike against me as I went looking for work, but here I am, and what is, is. What can one do, other than warn others not to make the same mistakes?
So, I'm stuck where I am, with no sign of any way out, and where I am, a few hundred dollars is an almost impossible sum to raise. As time goes on, I find that money becomes harder to get, not easier, even if one doesn't take inflation into account, so it is quite possible that I will never even be able to afford to travel away from home for the rest of my life, much less travel to a specific destination, with a multi-hundred dollar cover charge. This is where that line about poverty being a prison without walls comes from; one truly is trapped.
Hence the interest I hinted at, in finding others to pick up this concept and run with it. The fact that I will not be free to implement an idea should not keep the idea from being implemented, if it has any merit. If I should find that I can't hope to get out, I can still create recipes that others can use, when they go out, and publish those recipes online, for free. Third world cooking, in general, tends to be very affordable, for obvious reasons, and so kitchen testing will not ruin me. For writing, what does one need but paper and pencil ... ?
You get the idea.