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Grossness, Food & Cravings!

***Now, for some gross stuff…hey, sh*t happens when you hit the dessert! Playa dust can transform body parts and functions in ways you didn’t know existed. There is something known as ‘Playa Foot,’ which is when the alkaline filled dusty ground dries out your feet, resulting in painful cracks, sores and rash. Luckily I escaped this nastiness, but in order to avoid this, you should wash your feet in vinegar, or lemon water. Then, what I did for insurance, was to plaster them with lotion and/or Vaseline, before covering them with socks and closed-toe shoes. Cutesy sandals and flip-flops are NOT the ideal fashion for the playa, as it is way

To avoid ‘Playa Foot’-soak in vinegar or           lemon.

too much exposure to the elements. Also, as I did experience, there is also ‘Playa Headache,’ ‘Playa Nose,’ ‘Playa Hair,’ ‘Playa Skin,’ and ‘Playa Eyes!’ I know, it makes you wonder why anyone would EVER want to experience such torture again. Don’t ask me….I can’t explain it, but people repeat this adventure year after year! For my own personal definitional interpretations of these ailments, see below:

~Playa Headachebreathing so much dusty playa air that the sinuses go on on overload, causing a pain in the head.
~Playa Nosewhen an excess of playa dust enters the nostrils and causes a surplus of gunky snot, which requires depositing it with thrusting force into wads of tissues.

~Playa Hairwhen such a massive collection of playa dust gathers in the hair that it is such a struggle, nearly impossible, and/or too aggravating to attempt the passing of a brush/comb,/fork,/bulldozer, through the  rat-mop-nest!

~Playa Skin – the shriveled, dry, pale epidermis that results from layers of dust collecting on dehydrated and wind-sucked-dry, sun-beaten skin.

~Playa Eyesgunky, crust-filled eye sockets working overtime to eliminate the overabundance of playa dust upon the once clear and visually effective eyeballs.

Other than these particular ailments, everything was dreamy. Well, maybe not, but the positives of this adventure outweighed the negatives. People come every year to this event, and I’m seriously considering coming for my second time next year. So just like having babies, many people choose to do it again!!

***Eating can be a little bit of a challenge out on the playa, not because there aren’t any restaurants (well, that is one reason why,) but because of the heat, dust, and loss of appetite. I’m not sure everyone experiences a loss of appetite, but I did. It could be

because of the heat, or maybe the fact that you tend to eat the same few things, because of simplicity and/or lack of inventory. The

                  A ‘must’ on the Playa

heat causes thirst, and it’s a strong suggestion that each person drink at least a gallon of water/liquid a day. This also tends to keep the belly filled with the false sense that it isn’t hungry. Also, because it isn’t easy to prepare a meal in the dusty heat, keeping meals simple trumped variety, for me at least. So, it was sandwiches, cereal, and cheese rolled up in deli meats that sustained me, for the most part. Luckily, I was with the HOTD, which asked for someone to be in charge of a different night’s meal for the camp. This way, we got to eat a nicely prepared dinner every night with the responsibility of cooking for everyone one night in return. A capital idea that seemed to work for all! In exchange for a chicken fajita dinner with beans, rice, and the works, I was fed for the five or six remaining nights. So, we were all treated with dinners, involving pasta, chili, chicken, beef, salads, veggies, and more. It kept many of us from the doldrums of same the ‘ol, same ‘ol, as well as brought us all together once a day for a meal and conversation.

Besides the need to drink gallons of water, it is essential to consume salt in order to retain the water, and a good idea to ingest electrolytes, too, in order to keep the body’s sodium, chloride, calcium, magnesium and potassium levels in check.  The body is an interesting thing, because I noticed a craving for salty foods almost immediately. Not only that, but there were a number of camps that passed out pickles, bologna sandwiches, bacon, etc. At first I thought, ‘Mmmm, yummy bad food!’ Then, I realized they satisfied cravings!! I passed on the sandwiches (had plenty of my own,) got much in the bacon department with many of our campmates serving it up with eggs some mornings, but went on a search for “The Pickle Joint” so I could fulfill my desire for these dill-ish-ous delights! Ah, what a wonderful place this pickle joint was. Conveniently located (thank gawd!) near Center Camp, it was an easy cruise from Hair of the Dog camp. The PJ is has been serving up fresh, cold, crisp, brisk pickles and spicy pickletinis – the essential and legendary playa treat since 2002. I stayed long enough to cool down from my sweaty bike ride, and enjoy a deliciously dill pickle, a semi-sweet pickle, and a cute little Pickle-tini! It definitely quenched my salt craving for time being!

Ah yes, quite delicious – the Pickletini!

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Entering Black Rock City!!

**Because we would be part of a working camp (Hair of the Dog Bar & Rock Stage) we were assigned a particular address. Black Rock City (BRC) is very organized, and is laid out in the shape of a circle. (more like three quarters of a circle) with alphabetized street names intersected by the times on a clock. In fact, picture a clock with The Man in the center and roads spanning out from him at 12:00, 3:00, 6:00 and 9:00. Then, when you get to Center Camp and the living area, there are more times added (2:15, 5:30, 7:45, etc. However, there are no camps between 10:00 and 2:00, as this is the Deep Playa where massive numbers of art structures are on display for all to see.) Then, bending around the semi-circle are the street names (Alyssum, Begonia, all the way to Lilac, this year.) Each year, with more attendees, a road or two are added to the outside circle. Currently, they are almost halfway through the alphabet, so there is plenty of room to expand with population.

              Map of Black Rock City ’12

Our camp, Hair of the Dog (HOTD,) was situated at 5:30 and Alyssum this year, so once we found it, it was time to set up our small camp within the larger one. HOTD has been a staple at BM for twenty years now, so they have experience, a good reputation, and pretty large number of members. When we arrived, we were greeted by about 10-12 who had arrived the day before, and by the time we were in full force a few days later, we had about 40-50.  We had a few hours to unpack the Groove Tube and truck, help out a little with the setup of the HOTD nightclub, then my friendly driver (JR) went off for a shift at the Dept. of Mutant Vehicles. (DMV*) I crashed in the camper since I was existing on one hour of sleep from the night before.

*The Dept. of Mutant Vehicles is the place where those who bring art cars, must register them and have them approved as playa vehicles for the week. An art car is a unique, motorized creation that shows little or no resemblance to its original form, or to any standard street vehicle. Mutant Vehicles are radically, stunningly, (usually) permanently, and safely modified from their base vehicle. They come in all shapes, sizes, and creations – fish, boats, animals, you name it – but must adhere to certain regulations to keep everyone safe on the playa. Since Burning Man is a foot-and-bike friendly event, maintaining safety is essential. Because of this, not all vehicles that apply can be licensed., and is crucial that they travel at no more than 5 mph, which is the speed limit throughout Black Rock City.

Volunteering at Burning Man is a big way for many people to ‘pay it forward’ or ‘gift’ their time. Gifting is a huge part of the BM community. In fact, it’s one of the main focuses of this event, as no money is exchanged (except to buy ice at ‘Arctica’ or coffee drinks at ‘Center Camp.’) Gifting one’s time is supposed to be done for nothing in return, but if you work a certain number of hours, the BMorg (Burning Man Organization) kindly feeds you meals at their Commissary, and may discount your ticket for the following year. (And hot dang, tickets aren’t cheap! This year they cost $400!) There are plenty of ways to volunteer – BRC Rangers, Recyclers, Ice Distributers, Medics, Guards, etc. – which is a great way to get involved and be a contributing member of the BRC society.

When I woke up from my snooze, it was dusk, but I could hear a lot of bustling activity out there. My curiosity got me on my bike and out for a cruise. I really had no idea what to expect, and I was amazed at all there was to see! The main drag is called the ‘Esplanade’ and I made a bee-line for it. (It’s also where the DMV was, and I was curious to see that.) On my cruise, I passed the Playa radio station, BMIR 94.5, whose music amplified down the Esplanade; Swag Mart, an oasis of creativity where you can create accessories to embellish your Playa wear; Pimp Yer Bike, a place to bring your bike for ‘bling;’ and a whole host of places to do, or have, just about anything your heart desires. Yes, there were even places called, ‘Slut Garden,’ ‘Naked Bar,’ and ‘Kamp Suckie Fuckaye,’ to just nick the tip of the iceberg. Believe me, the list goes on and on!

My eyes in wide wonderment, I cycled around the Playa a bit, but didn’t do too far, as it was getting dark and my bike hadn’t been ‘pimped’ yet with lights and reflectors so that I could be seen by others. This is a must for bikes if you want to avoid a collision, as it is very trafficky out there. Also, the population of bikes on the Playa is enormous, so blinging yours helps it stand out amongst others when you need to park it for awhile. On my journey, I came across an area called the ‘Fire Conclave Convergence,’ where the pyromaniac art car owners apparently congregate. This evening there seemed to be a duel going on between two of them, which caught my attention, as well as many others. These ‘cars’ are equipped with what I can only describe as fire spitting cannons that are mounted atop the vehicles. When triggered, flames spew out with such force that it lights up the surrounding area with a blast of heat and noise. I often heard unsuspecting girls scream from being startled by a sudden blast. Tonight, two of such vehicles were competing across from each other for the best and biggest flames. It was quite a show, as many times the flames are accompanied by sounds, a beat, or a pattern. I watched for awhile in amusement until I noticed a parade of absolutely fabulous art cars lined up at a structure nearby. Lo and behold, I found the DMV!

                          Dept. of Mutant Vehicles

And, what a sight to see!! Cars of every imaginable design were lined up for inspection, and I was mesmerized. I had never seen anything like this before! There were cars turned into picnic tables, playgrounds, octopus, Viking ships, gorillas, sofas, snails, trains, dragons, etc! What a show! Just seeing what people’s creative minds came up with for a car is mindblowing! It makes you realize that you aren’t just dealing with some wannabe hippies here; these people are smart, creative and talented designers, engineers, and builders. Oh, one art car was made up entirely of oversized Legos, so you can tell what kind of kids these people once were. It was a riot seeing what people came up with.

                       Golden Gate Bridge Art Car

Taking a break and chatting it up inside the DMV (which was really an open wooden structure standing on the Playa floor) I got my first real sense of just how dusty this place gets. There were a variety of old couches to lounge on when times got slow, and little did I realize that each one of them probably contained a few pounds of dust, until I sat down and a big puff of the grey stuff appeared all around me. At home, no one would touch filthy couches like these, but on the Playa it’s normal life. This was just the start of a week covered in Playa dust so thick that your clothes, shoes, skin and hair all turn ash colored. This dust infiltrates everything – tents, eating utensils, sleeping bags, chairs, food, luggage – and becomes your worst nightmare, and your comforting friend. You eat it, breathe it, drink it, sleep in it, get caked in it. It’s a bizarre relationship, to say the least!

                         Turtle Art Car