Lee Newberry (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} cloveralmighty) wrote,@ 2008-07-25 21:09:00 |
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Anticipation
This time next week I will be in the desert.
This is a funny time of year for me. Long lazy nights and an itch to run out into that late warm twilight.
The Oregon Country Faire was pretty amazing. I have a lot of photos up on my flickr site.
"July 14th, 2008 6:26pm
Yesterday was long. Spent the morning working the recycling collection and sort. The kiosks were overfull and the crew was understaffed by half; seven hours of full-bore effort and we didn't even finish. Lunch, conversation with strangers on the survey crew, and sleep. Woken soon by neighbors.
Dinner.
Sunset.
Visit with new-minted friends. Fire show at the Far Side campgrounds. Wander, looking for familiar faces in the crowd. Fail. Back to camp where a party has struck up in full swing. Drink. Return to fire show. Find Palmer, Rivka, Blue, Dave. Exist for a tijme in that place of good friends and extraordinary surroundings.
2:00am. Wander back to camp, intending sleep. Get dragged into the company of more new friends and strong liquor. (I vaguely remember saying "I'll show you jackass, hippie!" before chuggging a double kamikazi.) Singing and stories. Sleep.
Wakeups three hours later. Sunrise. Work. It's the last day of faire and everyone's dumping their detritus as they leave. The kiosks are an awful mess. Slinging barrels, rooting through trash, fighting exhaustion. See friends off, lunch, and more work. Succumb to exhaustion, reconsider. Spend an hour at a kiosk teaching people how to sort their trash. Exhilarating.
People matter more than anything else. The bright and beautiful place we create for ourselves amounts to a really good excuse for more genuine interaction than we normally allow ourselves.
It all comes down to people."
It took me a week to recombobulate from that.
And no sooner have I settled in at home than I find myself packing to go again. My life is a little crazy. This year's burn is going to be weird and wonderful. I'm looking forward to stepping on that pie crust, to smelling that clean dry air, to running with my eyes closed and watching something big and burning fly from a trebuchet.
I'm looking forward to building that magical, evanescent city.
This time next week I will be in the desert.
This is a funny time of year for me. Long lazy nights and an itch to run out into that late warm twilight.
The Oregon Country Faire was pretty amazing. I have a lot of photos up on my flickr site.
"July 14th, 2008 6:26pm
Yesterday was long. Spent the morning working the recycling collection and sort. The kiosks were overfull and the crew was understaffed by half; seven hours of full-bore effort and we didn't even finish. Lunch, conversation with strangers on the survey crew, and sleep. Woken soon by neighbors.
Dinner.
Sunset.
Visit with new-minted friends. Fire show at the Far Side campgrounds. Wander, looking for familiar faces in the crowd. Fail. Back to camp where a party has struck up in full swing. Drink. Return to fire show. Find Palmer, Rivka, Blue, Dave. Exist for a tijme in that place of good friends and extraordinary surroundings.
2:00am. Wander back to camp, intending sleep. Get dragged into the company of more new friends and strong liquor. (I vaguely remember saying "I'll show you jackass, hippie!" before chuggging a double kamikazi.) Singing and stories. Sleep.
Wakeups three hours later. Sunrise. Work. It's the last day of faire and everyone's dumping their detritus as they leave. The kiosks are an awful mess. Slinging barrels, rooting through trash, fighting exhaustion. See friends off, lunch, and more work. Succumb to exhaustion, reconsider. Spend an hour at a kiosk teaching people how to sort their trash. Exhilarating.
People matter more than anything else. The bright and beautiful place we create for ourselves amounts to a really good excuse for more genuine interaction than we normally allow ourselves.
It all comes down to people."
It took me a week to recombobulate from that.
And no sooner have I settled in at home than I find myself packing to go again. My life is a little crazy. This year's burn is going to be weird and wonderful. I'm looking forward to stepping on that pie crust, to smelling that clean dry air, to running with my eyes closed and watching something big and burning fly from a trebuchet.
I'm looking forward to building that magical, evanescent city.
