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| ImmyJ |
This is on fire in a few short days. Any suggestions of cool to check out when and in the company of the wierdo desert people?
A few of mine:
1. Distrikt - always a party as per always
2. The temple looks more than amazing this year, complete with random handlebar moustache
Temple of Whollyness Burningman 2013 from Harwood Visuals on Vimeo.
3. Also super street fire, thanks toronto:
Super Street Fire
by Seth Hardy
Toronto, ON
Super Street Fire is a simulated fighting game in the style of Street Fighter. However, instead of playing a traditional video game, the participants interact with the game with motions and thoughts. Instead of an actual fight, the participants face off by controlling a ring of 32 flame effects.
Each participant wears a pair of gloves that reacts to specific gestures. A punch will send a single wave of fire towards the other player’s side; raising a hand in a blocking gesture will create a stationary pillar of fire that will block the oncoming wave; the hadoken you are familiar with will do what you expect it to.
Players can try to win by making simple attacks, or looking for moves inspired by video games they played long ago…
And yes, boobies.
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| Spin Laden |
immyj!
Totas only made sense of the 2nd to last sentence, while all over the Cabana thread looking for guestlists and comps. |
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| Salmon |
Im attending it this year, will be my first time, not really sure what to expect, excited to hear hernan cattaneo is playing on the friday
Im meeting friends out there from austarlia, they are insistent that I bring a bike and need some sort of costume, any truth to this? I know I should probably read up on more literature about it but just haven't had the time due to work
Any recommendations would be appreciated |
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| ImmyJ |
Yes, the bike is absolutely necessary. You can rent one in Reno at Black Rock Bicycles (you gotta send them an email early) and get a bike lock (the bikes have a tendency to walk away on their own and mate in the deep desert. You might see some poaching but remember, culling is mandatory if we are to avoid a plague of ty three speeds like rabbits in the Aussie outback). Other than that, get a cup with a lid because you are going to be drinking a lot of free booze and you don't want it all to taste like dust. Food and water is a good idea as well. You also need a tent or an rv or, well, a tent is good enough. You won't really be sleeping in it but it's nice to have to hold your .
And the most important part is to get a bunch of glittery items to staple prolifically to your body. And rubbers.
Love and all other convenient ways to end an otherwise healthy debate.
Also go find the robot heart art car for the following awesomeness:
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| Salmon |
My bike totally walked away and mated in the deep playa....
Attempted a rescue mission on Thursday but no luck
Robot Heart art car was certainly my favorite sound camp, but district was pretty bad ass too, especially so because of the pina coladas and margaritas, it amazed me the finer pleasures in life that burners are able to recreate in the deep dusty desert.
Thank you for the advice, was really all the education I needed to have an amazing experience out there |
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| Vivid Boy |
| do they have bottle service at burning man? |
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| DJOS2 |
| quote: | Originally posted by Vivid Boy
do they have bottle service at burning man? |
Want a bottle - just ask - someone will hand one to you!
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| Forever Forward |
By far the greatest experience of my life. Nothing else comes close. Here's a "journal entry" I wrote in an attempt to capture the power and emotion of the man burning:
I could hear the music of about ten different sound systems, sometimes as individual sounds, sometimes as integrated sounds harmonizing to create an auditory concoction that no one will ever hear again. It was a cluster, but one that was so beautiful--the energies of 70,000 people, over 200 art cars, and what felt like the collective consciousness of everyone who had ever lived, was all culminating in one place. And we were here to witness it, to be a part of it, to make it happen, because without us, it wouldn't have. This was the centre of the universe, and as the firespinners danced in front of us, the sounds played around us, and the hearts beat within all of us, the flames took charge and the green man burned. First his arms and then his head and torso before his entire 92-foot tall body was engulfed in flames. Explosions of fire burst from within him as fireworks blasted above and around the tall man. Fireworks so far beyond any we had previously seen that words do them no justice. Just think of the history of July 4th fireworks all happening at once, and then you might gain a sense approaching what we saw. Explosions everywhere and massive balls of fire and smoke launching into the sky, engulfing the air and blasting the crowd with heat and powerful love. The fireworks ceased and the the fire began taking the man down and shifting below to the UFO, which then went up in smoke and launched more massive explosions into the starry night sky. The music continued and green and blue lasers covered the air and the collective euphoria was so powerful that the air was moist with joyful tears, despite the powerful flames. Tornados of fire and dust emanated from the centre and headed outward and it seemed dangerous, but the kind of dangerous that makes everyone feel alive and instills no fear. The kind of danger that lets you understand, 'I'd be happy if I died right now.' I looked around at dropped jaws and genuine eyes--the kind people have after reaching simultaneous orgasm with a lover--as people stared in wonder at the profundity and beauty they helped create. Burning Man is not manufactured by any individual but by the collective of humanity. Even those not present play a part, and this event and this moment of the burn is a representation of everything; a representation so strong that it might as well be everything, and in fact, it is everything. The fire, the sounds, the dancing, the love, the joy, the power, the infinite magnificence of it all, and the realization that we are forever, and we are all everything, and the ing beauty. The ing beauty that makes me cry as I type this. The realization that we are so powerful and we can do absolutely anything we want: the proof existing in that we just did everything we wanted. We did everything we could have hoped for, and so much more. And we must smile because we have gone so many extra miles on a playa made of dreams--dreams that were turned into reality all to make a man burn. And when it's all said and done, we will leave no trace, and there might not even be any evidence for what took place except for the feeling that exists inside all who were there. And much like our existence as a whole, the physicality will eventually disappear, but the consciousness never will. We exist forever and we are all part of infinity. And I am so happy, and I know we are all so happy to have participated in this anecdote--because honestly, nothing has ever been more powerful. And still, these words pale in comparison to the reality of the dream we endured.
Thank you to everyone who played a part in making my first Burn the greatest experience of my life. |
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| ImmyJ |
George Lucas sez:
And now on to Harvest as our respective decomp. Still on hour 1200 of creative orgasm that hasn't abated. The huge swing of the pendulum of entropy has yet to reach its pinnacle. The eventual lapse of surrealism will be hard, but softened greatly by loud goddamn music and one more week of raw weirdness.
And then there's Thanksgiving and the long slumber. Jesus, I'm glad this ends only with death.
Love and love and love. |
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