People's reactions, when I tell them where I'm going, generally fall into two categories. There are those who get a glazed wondrous look on their faces and tell me I'm going to have the time of my life, and then there are the ones whose foreheads crease as they say, "I hope you survive."
Funnily enough, most people I talk to say they've been meaning to go, but never have, or they're planning to go, just not this year, and they all know somebody who's been. Me, I'm going now, because my girlfriend Tater is a hardcore Burning Man veteran, and as an excited and admittedly somewhat apprehensive Burning Man virgin, I know she'll help make it an experience to treasure forever.
Farewell, my faithful LivingRomCommers! Soon I'll be a tiny speck on the Playa, pictured above. I'm off to have my consciousness altered, on a stretch of barren desert bedeviled by dust storms, where I'll live in a small geodesic dome for a week, help feed some 250 clowns --we're camping with the circus-ers of the Red Nose district -- and play amidst spectacular works of art and imagination, many of which will get blowed up good during the big burning finale.
I won't be blogging for the next 10 days or so; there's no cell reception out there (yes!!!) and I'm not bringing a laptop; instead, if I have any thoughts I'm capable of articulating, I'll be using this amazing invention -- an aerodynamic stylus that emits a steady stream of ink through a tiny pointed aperture when pressed to paper -- to fill an arcane object the ancients referred to as "a journal."
When I do return to this regular broadcast channel, sometime after Labor Day, I will surely have tales to tell. In the meantime, I wish a happy end-of-summer vacation to one and all -- may your days be loving and funny!