I could swear this woman told me her big contribution to pop culture was the Spice Girls. She gave me a picture of her very wild folk sculpture that looked like it belongs in the Museum of Disturbed Relativity. Looking at the thing gets me relatively disturbed feeling.

This guy wandered into our camp because of the ISH sign by the road. He wanted to know what it meant to us. He was curious, being an Ish. He even showed me his drivers license with the name Ish on it. He explained that the only time he met the guy who gave him his name was when the guy was sacked out in a casket waiting to be burred. I told him if the Ishes ever get together a family camp we would be glad to donate the sign.

It was cold enough that all that clothing was a good idea. It went from sunny and hot to chilly and dark in just a couple of hours.

From far away all you could see was the burning bicyclist, glowing and flaming and peddling like a normal person. A very spooky sight. Then s/he got near and I saw how it was done.

I'm not very good at taking pictures in a dark context. This one came out better than most. It's a picture of a dome like tent of white cloth on which images of President Bush are projected from the inside.It's like footage from CNN was edited for punch, and then sent to Burning Man. He was saying things that would REALLY make you want to vote for somebody else. Stuff like "Abu Greb is standard Administration Policy." or "Our goal is world domination." Inside the tent was another place to hang out, and people were wandering through looking for something that was elsewhere, so they tended to not stay. I would walk up to somebody, ask them to read the slogan on the New Jersey quarter, tell them "we need a totally nonviolent revolution, the kind where the pun is mightier than the gun", and then repeat the process with someone else. It's hard to imagine a place where that schtick fit into Burning Man better. I had a gas.