I still want to write something about Burning Man but right now I am busy busy busy busy busy. I got back in the middle of last week and my job finishes at the end of this week, and it's not ending with a bang nor a whimper, more like a huge wall of static.

Anyway, I went to Burning Man and it was kind of great, kind of bewildering, kind of annoying, kind of inspiring, definitely worth it. I spent a lot of time just wandering around and looking at stuff, a little time doing things, and a little time talking to people. Barely took any photos; meant to do some sketching but didn't. It is what it is. I ended up feeling pretty good about people, even though some of the best parts of the week were provided by forces of nature.

I was very happy to find out that the heat and the dust don't make me sick, and that they didn't make my sweetie sick like they did last year. And readjusting hasn't been too bad (although, like Becka, I have to remember not to take off my clothes in public), it's just that real life is too goddamn busy. There are a few stories and a few pictures and I'll put them here some time.