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Derek Sloan

Many burners find themselves in a dilemma when confronted with seemingly sophomoric inquiries from friends whom havenít yet taken the playa plunge. In an effort to facilitate a beneficial connection between the pristine and unclean and to prevent quixotic retorts that only further estrange the uninitiated, I have compiled a list of stock replies to the question, ďSo, what was Burning Man like?Ē

  • Imagine the inside of Satanís vacuum bag. Now, imagine sticking your head into it and seeing things very clearly.
  • Did you know that buttless chaps are quite comfortable, when worn backwards?
  • I didnít know Belgians built giant Bowerbird displays.
  • The art was fantastic at night. I can only imagine what it looked like in daylight.
  • Do you know that industrial tech-house song with a driving bass line? (You mean thereís only one?) Have you ever heard it looped for 7 consecutive days? It works.
  • If Walt Disneyís Electric Light Parade was conducted by Edgar Allan Poe and Jim Morrison, the mutant vehicle line-up at BRC would still have to tone it down to fit in.
  • I heard there was a fair bit of partying.
  • It changed my life. I now firmly believe in the pee-bottle approach.
  • Rocky Top Tennessee sounds best with a banjo, a didgeridoo, and 2 gallons of sangria.
  • I thoroughly enjoyed being very dirty. The dust, however, was rather unpleasant.
  • While routinely removing parts of my shade structure during a midday dust devil darkening, I couldnít help but wonder why one thousand pairs of pants were flying against the wind. Then I recalled the three-story trebuchet.
  • For some itís about hatha (i.e. hung over) yoga, parades with or without stilts or clothing, bad beer tasting good, baked goods, electrical arcing, dying santas, skirmishes with mean bunnies, satirical faith, desiccation, friends, strangers, combustion, singing, dancing, singeing, admiring, winding, and unwinding.
  • Every night around dusk I kept wondering, ďWhere is everyone going?Ē
  • Washed bright. Dim neon night. Peach colored hills. Still silhouette. Fall brake. Moons on fire. Vegasí dream child.
  • The complaint booth at center camp was understaffed.
  • My favorite work was by Johnny on the Spot. Perhaps youíve seen his creations. Itís participatory art. I would describe it as a plastic polymerization of blue and white miniature houses. Itís mostly an olfactory experience. I always feel lighter after a viewing. One of his early, primitive works was located around 7:30 midway between the temple and the man. It had no title. It was simply a pile of excrement marked with a red bandana. Brilliant.

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