Burning Man was pretty tough this year. There were a few serious dust storms at bad times, one on Monday which shut down the gates for several hours and another on Saturday that ended up killing the pre-burn fire conclave. There were also a lot of missing persons from this year’s camp, which was sad. A lot of the art projects I liked most in previous years didn’t show up this time. The third biggest playa project after the man and the temple, Babylon, was sorta lame. The playa was a nightmare to cross, thanks to giant piles of dust which ate your tires. At night they would randomly slow you down enough to occasionally crash your bike. However, this was only a problem until halfway through the week, when my bike was stolen.

All that being said, it wasn’t a total loss. It wasn’t a loss at all, we had a great camp this year. There were new people who were great additions and grizzled veterans who were more entertaining than ever. We partied our asses off, ate our fill of delicious, life-giving bacon every morning, and wore ridiculously awesome costumes. Fire was played with, delivering spectacular results, and safety was third. I took a lot of great pictures, which is hard not to do there. Check them out.

Via midnight ridazz. Join us!

Ok, not really. The building shook enough to make me jump under my desk for about 30 seconds out of fear of getting hit in the head by this stuff. A little excitement but nothing terrible.

And hey, there’s a little movie about it courtesy of CalTech.

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(This is good too)

Yes, that’s right, an ER doctor decided to turn his vehicle into a weapon which he used to attack some innocent people on bicycles. LA is kinda fucked up.

Update: but not as fucked up as Manitoba!