Burning Man 2000!!!!!!!!!

No one can ever say that Black Rock citizens are nothing if not hygienic. (Anything if not hygienic?)

In fact, next year I'm going to dress as a dental hygienist and see who I can get to open their mouths for me!

Sky

The dust storms may knock down well-intended shade structures, but the desert never fails to provide another beautiful sky.

I just kept looking up.

That's something I don't do much of at home.

Leave No Trace

The ultimate goal of Burning Man is to Leave No Trace. To leave the Black Rock Desert exactly the way we found it.

Alone.

Pristine.

Uncontaminated.

Some more desert and sky with a friendly reminder on the lamppost to "Leave No Bongwater."

On one of my jaunts to wander around BRC yelling random comments, I flagged down a passing vehicle at this spot and yelled, "Leave No Bongwater! You either have to drink it or pack it out!"

The driver of the truck gave me a fresh daisy and a kiss. A guy sitting in the truckbed asked, "Do you know where we can get some E?"

One of the things I learned at Burning Man is the weirder you act, the more people assume you know how to get drugs. But I never do. I'm just weird anyway.

There aren't a lot of children in Black Rock City, but there's plenty of child-like behavior!

I participated (the mantra of Burning Man) by egging on toddlers on the tramp.

"Put your hands in the air! Wave 'em like you just don't care!

Jump higher! Jump lower! Skip! Fall down! Get up!

Smile big! Smile little!

Jump on one foot! Jump on no feet!"

I yelled a lot of random stuff at Burning Man. Those kids actually listened to me!

Art comes in many forms. It is proven over and over again at Burning Man.

Just the concept, "Sit on Santa's Lap" is worthy of creative kudos.

Too bad he was afraid we would get a lewdness ticket from the nearby BLM police when I straddled his lap.

I was ready to have a big fight with the cops, if necessary.

No way am I getting a lewdness ticket without an orgasm.

This was one of my favorite pieces of art at BM2000! It's a wall with big, thick black electrician's gloves going through it.

You can either stand on one side, put your hands in the gloves and grope whatever you can.

Or you can stand on the other side and be groped by faceless thick black rubber.

I spent way too much time on both sides. I guess you call that AC/DC.

By the way, shortly after I took this photo I convinced the guy on the left in the black fur bottoms to remove the bikini underwear he had on underneath.

I used the old "Scotsman's kilt" defense.

I saw him again while the Man was burning and he was wearing the bikini pants again under his fur!

I got him to take them off and throw them on the fire.

Fire-breathing dragon to the right.

Endless playa, covered with citizens of BRC.

Endless sky that defies covering.

If only I could be like the sky.

Uncovered.

Unfettered.

Free.

Make way for the Lamplighters! Make way!

Make way for the Lamplighters! Make way!

An art car called Chromosome staffed with BRC traitors!

I say this because the vehicle had the audacity to drive around the playa with an announcer saying "Collecting egg donations for Chromosome. . . "

I, upstanding Black Rock citizen that I am, started chasing after the project, while pulling down my jeans and yelling, "I've got eggs to donate!"

But they kept driving!

Batstards!

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