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I wanted to share this beautiful little video that was sent out...

Thu, 20 Dec 2012 00:26:28 -0500

I wanted to share this beautiful little video that was sent out in the latest Burning Man Newsletter (the “Jack Rabbit Speaks,” or JRS). According to the JRS, this video is part of a larger documentary that was shown on a Danish public television station. I would love to see the rest of it.

The whole video is beautiful, but the part that really caught me was the quick clip of a young man around the :42 mark. The young man is presumably looking out on the playa, and shakes his head. I know that feeling so well, and watching his reaction made me tear up.

I know how it feels to have these two disparate, powerful feelings at the same time —complete and utter joy…and gut-wrenching fear. You’re witnessing pure beauty and love and acceptance, and at times it can be more than you can handle, especially if you’re a first-timer like I was this year. You’re in almost constant awe. You see this beauty, and at some point you’re gripped by the fear that this isn’t what the rest of the world is like, and you have to leave this at some point. That thought, coupled with the beauty, literally robbed me of breath. I remember leaving the Temple barely able to walk because I was overcome with so much emotion. It’s a hard thing to handle, but I’m not sorry that I was exposed to it. Going to Burning Man and feeling those feelings has made me a stronger person.

Thank you so much, Anders Christian Rasmussen and Bo Storm Madson, for sharing this.

Brooklyn Bridge messages, #3

Thu, 20 Dec 2012 00:07:36 -0500

Brooklyn Bridge messages, #3

Transcriptions from Home, Vol. I

Thu, 13 Sep 2012 15:16:38 -0400

Tuesday, August 28th, 2012, 7am

An hour ago, I watched my first sunrise at Burning Man from the top of the Lamplighters lounge. It seems strange to think that I’ve slept less than 8 hours in the past two days. I feel amazing. People say that the playa is the most beautiful place on Earth, and I’m seeing evidence of that every moment. The people are amazingly kind; I don’t think I’ve ever received so many smiles, hugs and compliments from strangers before. These hugs aren’t perfunctory or forced, either — these are tight-gripping, moves-your-soul hugs! I feel welcomed here in a way that I’m not sure I ever had in that place I can now refer to as the “default world.” My home in Houston is now the default (not the norm or the rule). My real home is this place of extreme beauty, a place of loyal community and collective love that is intoxicating. It’s making me slowly come to the realization that it’s going to be really difficult to leave…

About Lamplighters, there really aren’t words to express my joy. The three of us were welcomed into this camp with open arms and told to think of the members of this camp as friends, and they have thought the same of us from the get-go. We participated in our first lamplighting ceremony last night. Last night was also the first time I cried in Black Rock City.

The lamplighting ceremony is a truly religious experience. A masse of people are robed in ceremonial garb, festooned with the tools of their particular title (whether it be a lighter, an 8-foot pole holding 12 lit kerosene lanterns, a booming voice or just a friendly smile), and are sent out into the city to march along different routes and hang lanterns to help light the major streets. Cliff and I were carriers, and thus responsible for carrying one of the poles with lanterns. It was an arduous task, to say the least. I wouldn’t say the process of carrying is painful, but the angle at which one has to hold their arms to balance this pole makes one a little uncomfortable. My arms went completely numb more than once along our route. But it was ok, because all along the walk to the temple, people were gathered to cheer and thank us for what we were doing. After we finished, our route leader (or luminary, named Rhino) gathered us outside the temple, and presented us with the Lamplighter charm; then, he asked us to look around the city and appreciate the beauty, enhanced by the hundreds of lights we have provided. That’s when the tightness in my chest I had been working through since the halfway point in our route finally bubbled over into full-blown tears. To be a part of something bigger than yourself is always a beautiful thing. It made me realize that I want to do more for this city and for this camp. I want to take all the appreciation within me and turn it into some selfless act, because that is what is most important to me here at Burning Man.

Oh! I just met a woman with a really awesome coat named Cliff, and now there’s talk of drinks at the bar…off I go!

Brooklyn Bridge messages, #2

Sat, 08 Sep 2012 22:00:56 -0400

Brooklyn Bridge messages, #2

Brooklyn Bridge messages, #1

Sat, 08 Sep 2012 21:59:35 -0400

Brooklyn Bridge messages, #1

Piano on display at the Met. I believe this pianoforte was from...

Sat, 08 Sep 2012 21:31:08 -0400

Piano on display at the Met. I believe this pianoforte was from the 1830’s, if I remember correctly.

Central Park

Sat, 08 Sep 2012 21:25:02 -0400

Central Park

I am going to Burning Man in less than two weeks...

Mon, 13 Aug 2012 23:21:46 -0400

…and I am officially losing my shit.

I am such a bundle of nerves and excitement, I may or may not break into fits of invigorating white girl dance moves in public in the next 13 days.

If you see me out and about in Houston and I am bustin’ a move, know that I am not crazy or on drugs…I am HIGH ON LIFE.

Photo

Thu, 09 Aug 2012 10:54:12 -0400

Hand-carved detail on a guitar at the Met

Thu, 09 Aug 2012 10:52:44 -0400

Hand-carved detail on a guitar at the Met

Sculpture at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I could’ve...

Thu, 09 Aug 2012 10:46:09 -0400

Sculpture at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I could’ve spent my entire vacation wandering those halls…

I took a lot of photos of lights and architecture… I do...

Thu, 09 Aug 2012 10:32:16 -0400

I took a lot of photos of lights and architecture…

I do not take standard “vacation” photos, apparently.

Grand Central

Thu, 09 Aug 2012 10:30:26 -0400

Grand Central

Obligatory Statue of Liberty photo.

Thu, 09 Aug 2012 10:23:30 -0400

Obligatory Statue of Liberty photo.

Ellis Island

Thu, 09 Aug 2012 10:20:11 -0400

Ellis Island

“Remembrance at Freedom Tower” The 9/11 Memorial was...

Thu, 09 Aug 2012 10:14:12 -0400

“Remembrance at Freedom Tower”

The 9/11 Memorial was a humbling experience. New York City and noise are close kin — between the taxi horns, sirens, construction, and mass of people flooding the streets, even tranquil Central Park isn’t without this symphony of urban sound. Then, we stepped off the subway near the Financial District, and surfaced on the street next to the memorial itself.

We were met by silence.

I enjoyed the memorial as a whole, but I did not enjoy the people. I saw many families asking people to take photographs of them in front of one of the two fountains that stand in the footprints of where the Twin Towers used to stand. They were smiling and laughing and making jokes, and I thought it was very disrespectful. This was not the time to be taking sentimental family photos. I think the lack of any wreckage from the buildings themselves, and the clean-cut nature of the square we were standing in made people forget that we were all walking on the ground where many people had lost their lives, and where one day’s actions had changed the course of American history. This is one of three photos that I took, and I only feel comfortable posting this one. I would recommend that anyone who wants to see the memorial go and look for themselves.

“Toto, We’re Not In Manhattan Anymore…”

Thu, 09 Aug 2012 09:58:01 -0400

“Toto, We’re Not In Manhattan Anymore…”

More NYPL (The camera used wasn’t my standard SLR, so the...

Wed, 08 Aug 2012 23:19:15 -0400

More NYPL

(The camera used wasn’t my standard SLR, so the quality’s a little lacking.)

Chelsea Market

Wed, 08 Aug 2012 23:17:59 -0400

Chelsea Market

Photo

Wed, 08 Aug 2012 23:10:40 -0400