Overload

I am having trouble concentrating. Burning Man preparation has somehow taken over my house, my brain, my conversations, my inbox and my browser history.

None of this stuff is usually in my house.

Here’s a braindump:

Things under way:

• The dome. When we collect it from SF, we’ll buy the tarpaulin to cover it and figure out how to attach it. The tarp is supposed to keep out the worst of the ever-present dust, the occasional rain and the burning sun.
• Charlie’s project, enigmatically described as “the most awesome portable Rick Astley experience on the playa“.
• There’s a lot of red wool in my bathroom. This is because I am secretly delighted by cybergoth-style dreads, and what better opportunity to try it? Making it look good is a whole lot of work, though.
• A bracelet that vibrates every hour or so. The idea is to stop every hour, take a photo of what I can see and write down what I’m thinking, in an attempt to document the undocumentable. I thought a vibrating alarm would work better because a) a watch alarm will sometimes be drowned out in the noise and b) I don’t like wearing watches anyway. So I got Charlie to help me build one.

Things plotted:

• We’ll buy second-hand bikes in SF and decorate them. Lights are essential.
• Blue fluffy legwarmers. Also armwarmers. Don’t judge me.
• I have a coat in serious need of some EL wire. (Yes, a coat. It gets cold at night.)
• Dustglobes. Like snowglobes, but dryer and with more LEDs. You heard it here first. I think they’d make nice presents.
• Oh, I also need to buy all the normal stuff too…

Things finished:

• … none of it