Alrighty then. My petition for review has been denied. Congrats. Courts still not working as intended. Good to know I have my work cut out for me – this has become a matter of principle. Next stop: state supreme court.
So, let’s recap:
On Judge Budd:
Backstory: about a year into the freeze-out, I found out that Beth Hovey, our head of editorial at the time, was leaving the company. Now a lot can break, but how bad must things be in order for a head of editorial to leave one of the most exciting developments in scientific publication?! So I decided to take a very carefully calculated step of changing Moshe’s password on his email account and demanding that we speak.
It’s all in the comma. A pause. A self-awareness. A narcissistic pleasure of inhaling the echo of one’s voice. Except it’s not – when everything is everywhere and anything is possible; when art, drugs, music, dancing, love, bitterness, crazy costumes, fire – when all of it crescendos into a roaring cacophonous kaleidoscope, then it becomes uniform white noise. A tabula rasa. Specs of dust in a dust storm painting your vision. And then it’s you, in a cloud, alone with your thoughts. This was my burn.
I’ve had several people ask me “What is Burningman?” I can’t speak for others, but to me it’s about two things: 1) extreme respect for individuality and 2) self-awareness.
I am waking up. No. I am being awakened. Rudely. By a man with a megaphone in the middle of a square, next to camp that generously provided couches and pillows… the very couches and pillows upon which I am but one of many burners. The sun is baking, but it’s early. Too early. Too early for this. And he is yelling. As if the megaphone isn’t loud enough. And it goes something like this (crass, read at your own risk):
I got a ticket from Boston to Secaucus for 10:20 on 9/7/2013. All good, except I made an innocent mistake of mixing up AM and PM. OK, no big deal – guys, just put me on the bus to NY at 11 and I’ll make my way to NJ myself. And then…
Got back to SF this morning. Re-entering default after my second burn is more challenging than I thought it would be. I apologize to anyone expecting to hear from me for delays – it has been an incredibly overwhelming few days. The burn has pushed, challenged, and built me in ways I did not expect (as is usually the case). In the meantime, a piece of advice from Samantha, a virgin burner brought to the burn by her son. Paraphrasing:
“Focus on exhaling. It’s easy. You’ll have to inhale later anyway to match the exhale, so no need to worry about it.”