Category Archives: Burningman

safe things = no way

safe things that are sure bets financially are seldom worth anything.
this is why I disdain doing reasonable easy projects that don’t require much effort.
they’re fucking boring and don’t do anything for me.
I want big, loud, dangerous and lively, thank you. (who’s on welfare now? all them people who always take the safe and easy way, rather than taking risks, creatively or otherwise. )

thought of the day, and advice to those who seek to do cool collaborations of the awesomest, HIGHEST calibur, MOST PERFECT-EST…

thought of the day, and advice to those who seek to do cool collaborations of the awesomest, HIGHEST calibur, MOST PERFECT-EST…
to those who have HIGH standards, and want SPECIFIC THINGS that are perchance highly un-
-usual
-reasonable or
IM-
practical
“don’t expect people to be cool, because almost all of them aren’t.”
addendum:
1. cool is defined as being the right ones for the above job.
2. I know TONS of such people. you are my friends (some of them.)
meaning: take heart, and know what you look for, and look REAL HARD high and low for it. and collect a ton of it. but start by realizing that if you’re like me, a high-standarded perfectionist with tall orders like this, know that almost everyone isn’t what you’re looking for.
then find the exceptions and find as many as possible.

flashing red lights late at night off the 5 freeway on Stockton CA

so hey, uh, I was driving north on I-5 some weeks ago, and
at one point, at stockton, (late at night) and for many miles thereafter, I saw A LOT of flashing red lights, on a low hillside, to the, uh, “left” of the freeway, and the thing is, I kept on seeing them to the left for “many” miles on the way to sacramento. it just looked like a huge array of flashing red lights, “on…….. off……..on…….off…….”
I was indeed surprised how long they were visible for, and at the time I thought “maybe they are on those “windmill farm things”, to keep airplanes from hitting them, but I’m not certain if there “are” windmill farm things in that area…
anyone know what this was? I was a tad delirious, what with the long drive, but not THAT delirious, teehee

thoughts on sex appeal in BRC and other things interesting

read:
SEX APPEAL=BRC CURRENCY:

http://brcweekly.com/BRCWeekly2015_int.pdf

(down on the left)

neat article.
perhaps it is impossible to escape norms, but at least you can go and have YOUR VERY OWN version of the freak show, YOUR freak show.
I wrote these:
Mike Robbins- “we can’t abide being worthless” it says. no no, that’s allowing the status quo and the default world to define us. fuck that. we define ourselves, I define myself. fuck money, fuck sex (hell yeah,) and fuck letting the default world or anything DEFINE me. I’m me, in all my glory, deal with it or fuck off.

Mike Robbins- that quote reminded me of how the guys in FIGHT CLUB (at least the movie version) allow society to define their worth, rather than defining it themselves on their own terms.

man, cool music really DOES

man, cool music really DOES make me not give a fuck!
a wonderful thing, who needs drugs. I got beats and the blues and dominant sharp 9 chords, bitches.

OFFICIAL MIKE ROBBINS SLOGANS of Burningman 2015 were/are:

OFFICIAL MIKE ROBBINS SLOGANS of Burningman 2015 were/are:
“I don’t give a fuck!” and
“Hell yeah” (Neo voice, from the kung fu scene in the fist matrix.)
they both pertain to being exhausted as fuck, worrying less, and having a great (musical) time in spite of being exhausted as fuck.
as I am still saying ‘Hell yeah”, It seems safe to say that I am still exhausted as fuck and having a great musical time.
it was a DISCO party that did it… ooh yeah. and my flashy light sabre thingy.