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Nahh, it was far too wet to set anything on fire. lol
But you got the rain, mud and wet right.
Nahh, it was far too wet to set anything on fire. lol
Burning Man. Unghh. Not my idea of a good time.....
Do they get much of that at Burning Man? I've never been but, with it taking place in the Nevada desert, I was under the impression it was far more "hot, dry, and dusty" than "wet and muddy". [huh]But you got the rain, mud and wet right.
Sounds like the precusor to Burning Man.
Do they get much of that at Burning Man? I've never been but, with it taking place in the Nevada desert, I was under the impression it was far more "hot, dry, and dusty" than "wet and muddy". [huh]
It can be both. This year it rained right as it was getting underway, so it was a muddy mess. Then it heated up and it turned hot, dry, and dusty. I didn't go, but I live in Reno so I watched all the reports on the news....
True. The organizers have an entire staff that inspects every square foot of land that was occupied during the event to make sure they leave nothing behind except for footprints and tire tracks. On the one hand, it shows they have respect for the land. On the other, I'm sure the local authorities wouldn't allow them to hold the event year after year if they left it looking like a landfill, so their conscientiousness makes everybody happy.I've seen a couple clips of what goes on at Burning Man, and all I can say is no thank you...The one good thing that I can say however is from what I understand the hippies leave the place as clean as when they found it.
This reminds me of the only truly memorable PE class I experienced. High school on an overcast day, and a bunch of us decided to play football. Not because we cared about football, mind you, but with the lack of supervision it was an easy way to goof off for 45 minutes. We weren't on the field for five minutes before it started pouring down rain, and within 10 minutes the field had become a soggy mess. One of the guys slipped and fell face-first into the mud, and that was all it took to turn that PE session into a "who can wear the most mud" contest. Needless to say, the instructors weren't pleased with us when we tracked a good deal of that mud into the locker room, and they were less pleased when we all walked into the showers still dressed in our PE gear to wash the mud off, because we'd brought so much of it in with us that it clogged the shower drains and caused a minor flood. We spent the next three days running laps, but it was worth it.
To say nothing of being trundled off to a nursing home so vulture-like relatives could get thier greasy hooks into their possessions.
Clearly a case of even God telling them to go away.
Just think of what they missed out on by not living past thirty -- arthritis, glaucoma, sciatica, presbyopia, hypertension, hypotension, arteriosclerosis, and excessive adiposity. To say nothing of being trundled off to a nursing home so vulture-like relatives could get thier greasy hooks into their possessions.
Just think of what they missed out on by not living past thirty -- arthritis, glaucoma, sciatica, presbyopia, hypertension, hypotension, arteriosclerosis, and excessive adiposity. To say nothing of being trundled off to a nursing home so vulture-like relatives could get thier greasy hooks into their possessions.
If you didn't see your name in the obituaries this morning, it's going to be a good day!
Here's a ripe one. We're running a series of announcements on the state university-run public radio network for upcoming Metropolitan Opera screenings...
The Lyric here in Chicago presents Puccini's Tosca this month. I missed Madama Butterfly, so thanks for a reminder .
...The January 7th Wall Street Journal has an interesting article on Maine's public university system and fallen enrollment.
Here's a ripe one. We're running a series of announcements on the state university-run public radio network for upcoming Metropolitan Opera screenings, and I just get an email from them asking how to pronounce "Les Contes d'Hoffman," "Cavalleria Rusticana," and "Pagliacci."
It'd be somewhat less sad if the network *didn't actually carry the Met radio broadcasts themselves.* Somewhere the ghost of Milton Cross is weeping.