The Man burns in 22 days12 August, 2011
I’m making lists and panicking gently. Let’s see now:
Cloak of Many Lights: done.
Hat of Inexplicable Popularity: dusted off and fixed up from last year.
Belt of Holding: planning some improved pockets to attach to my belt (because nobody wants a backpack when it’s hot). Foiled by material shop closing times.
Fan of Cooling: stuck. I’m trying to make a large Chinese-style fan out of a dead umbrella, to surprise and then cool people who look too hot. It is not going well.
Early entry passes: agreed. This is awesome. It means that a) we get to arrive a few days early, avoiding the ten-mile queue, and b) we get to help build the camp. That means seeing the city rise from the dust, structure by structure, taller and denser and louder every time you look up from whatever ridiculous thing you are trying to build.
By the way, Burning Man has a post office. Sort of*. If you’d like to send me a letter (and I would be delighted if you did), my address will be:
*Letters may or may not reach me; don’t forget your return address.