We grooved on the virtuosic percussion and guitar work. This is music that anyone can enjoy, yet I think we were the youngest folks at the show.
September 18, 2003
Went to see Confessions of a Burning Man at the most ironic of locations today: The Sony Metreon in San Francisco.
In a side theatre staffed by the actors and producers of the film, we sat in uncomfortable seats and enjoyed the perspective of several people who seemed vaguely familiar, filmed in 2001 - our last trip to Burning Man.
The entire experience - from the switched-on director who greeted me as I bought expensive tickets, to the informal seating, to the all-too-short film itself - reminded me of the Burning Man experience. The final touch was AFTER the screening.
After wandering through someone's BM-inspired art installation, writing in small books, and trying to find ourselves or familiar scenes in 360-degree panoramic photos, we encountered one of our protagonists, Rose, selling homemade baked goods. We got the good story of what's happened for them in the past two years (akin to our story), and talked again about Going this year.
Considering how difficult it is to boil down a weeklong experience of survival art community into less than 2 hours of cinema, participatory art, and personal connection, I found the whole thing quite satisfying and a little inspiring. If you can stomach the capitalism of the Metreon, I recommend bringing some folks who haven't been to the desert and writing me with their reaction!
September 14, 2003
Had a relaxing honeymoon cruise to Baha, through LA (thanks M&D!), and back up to Napa. Read a great book: The Da Vinci Code, by Dan Brown - highly recommended. Ran into a friend from high school on Catalina - they couldn't make it to the wedding at the last minute, but we saw them here by chance - excellent serendipity!
Now, right back into macromedia launch madness on Labor Day!
September 1, 2003
Totally open to the love around us
An impression of one long, large gift
Had a new best day of my life yesterday
Got married and smiled all day long
It was perfect
August 24, 2003
Yes, there were girls, but bikini tops were mandatory.
August 10, 2003
We actually tried to pretend that we had just met, but we couldn't pull it off without laughing. It was fun, though - we met some interesting people, commiserated about the jobless rate in the Bay Area, and generally schmoozed it up.
Feel free to post a comment if you were there!
March 5, 2003
The greatest dot-com loser story ever told:
A refugee from the bubble seeks a job in Atlanta
and is humiliated. Repeatedly.
"The chicken show"
by Andrew Grant
My arrival in Atlanta lacked appropriate fanfare. No winsome blond belle greeted my plane, delicately boned hand upturned and cupping a gently ripened peach. I noticed the distinct absence of a military band playing a rousing rendition of "Dixie" in time with my heavy footfalls. Nowhere in sight was a swarthy limo driver in a fedora clutching a sign to his chest scrawled with my name. In fact, there was nothing at all to indicate that Atlanta was even remotely aware of my arrival. This was disappointing, as it's not every day that the City of a Hundred Hills welcomes a man of my stature. Twenty-five, overweight, unemployed and recently "relocated" to my parents' house in New Jersey, I am truly a man in full. Read more ...