Money is a universally accepted fiction or 2+2= anything you want, if you can dictate the value of 2

Not believing in money confuses people, but I wonder how people believe. Yes it is clear that that we all have to use it but believe?

   See if two people can and do the same exact same work but receive different amounts of money, then work is not the key element.  And if two people can buy the same object for two different prices with the possibility of one of the prices being something other than money, then it clear that money is not the key to getting the object.  

Is money a surrogate for barter?  In a barter system the bargaining power of all the players is crucially important.  In 2006 a man traded a red paperclip for a fish shaped pen then thirteen trades later  for a house. a lot of value sure came from somewhere.

money is interesting and convenient but really nothing more than a way to turn bargaining skill into an easily transacted commodity.

In other words money is a representation of bargaining skill or power.  Work, skill, time, looks, things, even ideas can all be used as bargaining chits but really all of the value is determined by the people making the deals.  Nothing has any value except in relationship to something else.  That reckoning of value is controlled by the player with the most skill.  This applies to everything relating to money.

 

oatmeal

steam rising from oatmeal trailing my topless car, passing honda with ice on the inside. 

both sorry for the other and I have oatmeal to warm my hands and the world around me

more comfort

sitting in Village Inn not ordering cherry pie and coffee but turkey and gravy.  Bus Boy trying so hard but his 45 degree off center hat does not counter the message he is screaming, it would be easy to laugh, his posture says he is used to it, maybe not used to it.

Ok I'm ordering pie... for the cold... with cream

ln a cottonwood

Snow and ice on ladder steps is forcing me to the ground.  It's still not cold while sleeping thanks to Farmers sleeping bag.  

I met a man in New York who liked to sleep on construction site scaffolding, no one looked up, the cottonwood affords the same conspicuous hiding.

he had to get down before work crews arrived, I just like to avoid neighbors .

but what is better then getting above it all and sleeping.

The Drunken Monkey and the Inner Dog

If people are animals why are we so different? I mean really, we make airplanes and watches.  

Something happened long ago, we developed the ability to think separately from our instincts, we got really good at it and language which came along for the ride made it so we could easily keep our innovations generationally.  

But really we were still just animals that could do lots of tricks.  And one of the biggest tricks was to begin to set up systems, which some call culture,  and these systems sometimes made up rules that tried to take the place of instinct... the the silly part is that we still have the animal inside.

Humans aren't really all that fast on foot, and look at your hands and feet, lousy claws, and try to smell for the deer behind that tree, yea can't do it.  Now there are lots of things we do really well, but in order to be the predators that we became we needed help, cue mans best friend... yea dogs were right there from the start, great match synergy even.  But see we started to talk and then thought we were better and started thinking of dogs as pets rather than co-workers.

We started wearing fancy clothes and making fire, and forgetting that we were a lot like dogs and our dog nature got hidden inside and forgotten about.  But the inner dog didn't forget about us.  

Most of the time the inner dog runs the show, we just don't realize it.  It's hard, nearly impossible to see some things that are so close... strange.

The part of us that we can see, the language part, the part in our head that we can hear and communicate with, the trained monkey that does great tricks, really is just drunk with power, thinking that since it can talk and make wheels and fire, it thinks it is in control of what the rest of the animal does.

The inner dog, like all dogs just has a few needs, food sex and play.  It does everything to get those things.  The drunken monkey on the other hand thinks that it is rational and can control what it needs and wants, makes fake rules, comes up with strange excuses and explanations as to why why it does what it does.  But really often the inner dog just want to 

hump that girl or boy (inner) dog.  

The drunken monkey does have some control... but so does the inner dog

2+2=5 for large values of 2

The Tree house and

Which house to choose

The Sprinter Home:

Best gas milage, most incognito, most convenient

The shack on the back:

Can be dropped off leaving a useable truck for work.

This Littlest house :

Bigger but less mobile

 

I'm looking for help on the decision 

Prop 8 in California and polygamy

History... to remember the past and learn is such a rare thing.

In the fairly recent past, Mormons lost their right to marry who they chose to marry. This was a tragedy that destroyed many families. Now it seems that Mormons want to do this to another group of people, and destroy their families too.

There seems to be much fear around Prop 8. But it also seems that all of the fear is unfounded. All of the "factual" arguments given by the pro prop 8 crowd are totally bogus. What they fear is not going to happen, isn't, California law already protects them.

Ignorant Homophobes and Mormons (two separate groups) seem to be supporting this issue.

The first groups motives seem to be clear, but the second? I wonder if Mormon authorities are afraid that after gay marriage, polygamy will follow, and since there are revelations that say that Mormons have to do it, and no revelations that says that they shouldn't, only those that say to follow the law of the land, that Mormons will have to be polygamist again.

Part two: believe half of what you see and none of what you hear

... I realized that I was Mormon and always would be, It had nothing to do with what I thought, just who I was. I did not have to think about any of the “problems” ‘cause they did not matter, what mattered was my family and I did not and could not really know anything with 100% confidence. If the church wasn’t true then I’d still live a good life and if it was...

So I was a practicing non-believing Mormon, went to BYU, had church callings and told my bishops how I felt... Two of said bishops confided in me that they were in a similar boat... this made me feel better, well sort of.

I learned to cope with church meetings by finding interesting people to talk to, sleeping through many meetings and just leaving rather than wrestle with the crazy talk and dumb headed beliefs that lead to conclusions I was not willing to embrace i.e.. that the the church and all of its beliefs were a thing made up by people.

Then one day my girl friend, who I planned on marrying, asked me what I thought of the church and the Book of Mormon. I couldn’t give just my cover story of “good leaders good plan for life” and had to vocalize what I really thought, something I’d never really done, I would tell people about my concerns... but what I really thought...

I put it all into words... “the Book of Mormon was written by Joseph Smith and is not a record of ancient America, Church leaders are good people but what they are teaching in not what they report it to be.” it felt good to finally get it off my chest.

... more later

believe half of what you see and none of what you hear

I sometimes write about what I believe, but really it's simple, I believe what is real.

Ah you ask how does one know what is real?

This is the rub, I've always believed what is real, and I think everyone does the same. Yet my beliefs have changed over the years. So what has changed?

Growing up I was told to pray and get answers, that those answers were real. My mother would pray to find her car keys and she would find them. We prayed for my father to return from Vietnam safely, and even though there were times that it seemed that his plane should've been shot down, he returned home safe.

As a teen i read the scriptures, was a good kid, Deacon and Teacher quorum president then assistant to the Bishop as a Priest and prayed to know if the Book of Mormon was true.

I've heard "believe half of what you see and none of what you hear". I've also heard "believe what you feel."

I was successful at getting my friends to stop swearing and we talked about religion
but I was always ashamed to bring them to church because the kids there were not good examples. It was always the same no matter where we lived.

At 16 an older girl at the kitchen I worked at talked to me about evangelical Christianity, she was born again and wanted to "save" me. I listened to her, discussed the scriptures and was sorry that she was so lost.

One day she brought a sheave of papers for me to read, proof that Mormonism was false. I took it home confident in my faith. It said crazy things that I knew were lies, evil oozed out of it.

I had been praying for years for a testimony of the Book of Mormon, this book was the answer for me. If this was so evil that i could feel the evil radiating off it and through my bed, then what it was fighting against must be true.

I still prayed for a more clear answer. In the MTC preparing to go to Georgia on my mission i met missionaries that knew nothing about the church, none of the doctrine or history, yet had strong testimonies. In Georgia I met a return missionary who had a burning testimony, but only in Spanish, the church did not feel real to him in English.

We met a Church of Christ minister who accepted our invitation for a discussion about the Church. During that meeting he bore his testimony about the truthfulness of his belief and that after her read the Book of Mormon he knew that Joseph Smith was not a true prophet. His Testimoney was one of the most pure and honest testimoney I had ever heard.

I still had not recieved a testomoney as strong as his. I had been telling people to pray and believe what they felt... yet this guy did just that and got the "wrong" answer.

This started turning into a crisis of faith... so I went to my mission president who told me "the church is not true, but it is divine" that the path that the church lays out for people to follow is the path that will lead to the greatest happiness. I believed him.

There were other crisis's of faith for me but I wanted to believe, felt that belief in the church was tied to my family and i clearly was "a chosen one."

Imperfect members, general authorities saying racist things, church policies that were dangerous were all excusable because it was the path that was good.

but then

Reason over came me

This morning while I was eating my "Southern Skillet" and strawberry crepe at village Inn I over heard a conversation that kept me thinking all day.

Two slightly stocky men dressed in work dirty jeans and tee shirts sat in the booth next to me. I don't know when I started listening, but was probably paying attention to their entire conversation because my newspaper wasn't very interesting. Any way I heard



he made millions in software and was going to open a restaurant in France but received a message from God that he was to build the biggest church in Utah and bring the truth to this state full of good people that are being carried down the road to hell.

how big?

something like 4500 seats...

He told me that God want me to be wealthy and that if I believe I will be.

Two days later I got a contract for (I could not hear how much money)...

I do not want to be skeptical but how do you explain that?



I wanted to jump into that conversation and explain ... but instead I just listened...
a little later in the conversation

My new guy slammed my new trailer into my new backhoe, wrecked it ...


I wanted to ask the guy why god likes him so much one day and hates him the next. But thought better of it

June 1844

In 1844 June 1, Joseph Smith recorded in his Journal that he had a glass of beer at a tavern in Nauvoo.

If Joseph Smith would openly drink a beer in public and then record the event he must have seen it as a non event, this makes perfect sense because the Word of Wisdom recommends beer. Apparently Joseph enjoyed beer.

Beer- the recomended drink of the Mormon Church

So what is PBrrrr? PBaghrrr might be a better spelling. PBR or Pabst Blue Ribbon beer...


The Word of Wisdom of the Mormon church as contained in Section 89 of the Doctrine and Covenants only recommends one thing to drink, verse 17 says "barley for all useful animals, and for mild drinks, as also other grain"

All of the references to drinking anything in the word of wisdom are as follows:

5 That inasmuch as any man drinketh wine or strong drink among you, behold it is not good, neither meet in the sight of your Father, only in assembling yourselves together to offer up your sacraments before him.

6 And, behold, this should be wine, yea, pure wine of the grape of the vine, of your own make.

7 And, again, strong drinks are not for the belly, but for the washing of your bodies.

9 And again, hot drinks are not for the body or belly.

17 Nevertheless, wheat for man, and corn for the ox, and oats for the horse, and rye for the fowls and for swine, and for all beasts of the field, and barley for all useful animals, and for mild drinks, as also other grain.

If you have not noticed yet this is about alcohol so verse 9 will be left alone.

There are basically three types of alcoholic beverages. spirits which are made by distillation, 20% alcohol and greater (strong drink). Wine which is fermented once from fresh fruit then aged about, 12%- 20% alcohol . Mild Drink from grain which is fermented multiple times from cooked grain, .5% to 12% (mild drink).

"Strong drinks are not for the belly, but for the washing of your bodies" This is clearly distilled spirits because they are the only forms of alcohol that would have any success cleaning anything. Mild drink and Wine would only make stained sticky mess. It is clearly not talking about mild drink or wine. Wine and mild drink are mentioned separately.

Beer, is a generic name for many types of mild drinks made from grain (and even a few other things) . Ale, Kolsch, Lager, Bock, Porter, Stout, are just a few of the specific names. In the 19th century Root Beer, Ginger Beer, and yes Sarsaparilla were all alcoholic.

Yes the W of W does not say specifically "and thou shalt drink beer"

But the Word of Wisdom does say to drink mild drink made from grain... which is beer.

And if you are wondering, Yes Beer does make the world a better place.

International talk like a Pirate Day

In honor of International talk like a Pirate Day I'm enjoying a
PBrrrr, the beverage of choice for Pirates everywhere. Which happens
to also be an example of the only beverage recomended by the dietary
code of the Mormon church.

See a little known fact is that Joseph Smith was a Pirate... Think
about it look at his clothes...he dug for gold... Well a land pirate.

The True Gods are named Random Chance and Serendipity

The twin Gods that rule all things are Random Chance and Serendipity. They created the world and all of the rocks, plants and animals (yes people are just animals.)

They continue to actively guide all things.

All hail and honor them.

the rules

The rules... We are all given a set, I think it would be good for everybody to look over the rules they follow and see if they can make sense of them.

I think there is a simple set that if everyone followed the world would be a better place for everyone.

1. Do no harm
2. Have fun
3. Make the world a better place

If everyone did this everyone would be well served.

dust storm

Dancing

setting up the installation

The first day on the playa, the hoops used for the bases made great hoola hoops. Later when they were all built up (silver things in the background) they did not work so well, but for bases for balloons, fabulous.

Burning man

I'm writing from Black Rock City AKA
Burning man. The art is unbelieveable and personal expression
uninhibited, the libertarian dream. The only rules seem to be don't
hurt anyone or anything. And it works

Slack line

After a few minutes of learning how to walk on a slack line I noticed
something kinda strange. Walking along balancing, I sometimes stick
one leg out just to the side of line, so I'm only standing on one leg,
kinda precarious, but it helps. Seem that when I'm starting to fall
to one side and shifting me arms to one side is not enough my body
knows that sticking my leg out will help. But my head does know what
is going on.

a strange list, that needs to be shorter

Someone (no matter who) saying something does not make it so

1. question everything and allow for any answer
2. accept change
3. Love everything you can
4. hold onto nothing that does not want to be held onto (people, ideas, anything)
5. discard all that is not needed
6. learn what is real
7. hold onto what is real and important
8. understand stories for what they are
9. see beauty
10. don't get tied up in ego
11. listen, especially to those who disagree with you
12. share appropriately
13. have no guru
14. learn from others
15. make mistakes
16. enjoy mistakes
17. have fun
18. forgive (others and self)
19. be honest with self
20. understand things for what they are
21. see people for who they are (not necessarily who they think or say they are)
22. see self honestly (this might be the hardest to do)
23. understand the difference between possible and probable
24. question all feelings understand what is creating them
25. question everything you know understand why you know it
26. feelings just keep people controlled in society
27. impose no should
28. let others be what and who they are
29. the only real experiences are the really good and the really bad
30. People are more important than things
31. Leave the world a better place for being there

I do not know who I am

I do not know what money is

I do not really know why the sun comes up or goes down

Other seem to think they know but I suspect they are naive.

feelings are interesting but ultimately are not trustworthy.
a. they motivate one towards things that one is biologically programmed for

b they motivate one towards things that one is culturally programmed for

If something seems too good to be true it probably is

Do not believe anyone who says trust me,

the phrase trust me really means shut up, stop thinking and accept what I say

Common sense is a misnomer

Be a skeptic

There is no new and original thought, just synthesis and mutation of what already exists

Science is a verb not a noun.

Humans are animals

Instinct or other programming motivates most of what humans do.

Humans need reasons

People do things for reasons

Most of the reasons are biological

People make up other reasons for doing things, but think their reason is true and correct

I would like to know who I am

I would like to know what is up

ideas that i need to write down

if some one is taught an incorrect concept and is then tested on that concept and answers in accord with their teachings that does not make them stupid, just wrong.

if some one believes that something that is immoral is moral and acts on that belief it does not make them immoral. because the are acting in accord with their morality.

if some one has a bias that affects their actions but does not know that they have that bias, then acts in a way that reflects that bias it simply means that they do not know their biases not that they are necessary acting in a knowingly self serving manner especially if they believe that their actions are objectively correct. They are just wrong

Tree house in winter?

My grand plan was to make a tree house and live in it full time, year round. right now is is just about a perfect summertime abode, but to make in all season will require a full time roof and all walls complete... I wonder if that will make it a less perfect place... think think think

Tthe drunken monkey and the inner dog

Time to start telling the story that is floating around my head, not
so much a tale...more a telling.

The lie, that voice in your head that honestly thinks it knows what is
going on, the same one that tells you that you are too fat or skinny.
The same one that tells you that broccoli tastes bad ( or good for
that matter.) The Drunken Monkey

Now there is that voice that you can not hear that in fact controls
much of what you do. Some might call it instinct. I think of it as
The Inner Dog

If tired

The sleeping loft

The second floor

Take the stairs

Enter here

Tree house

The tree house's three levels make for the perfect summertime retreat.
Winter will require a roof and windows

Great Uncle?

26 nieces and nephews and now one great nephew. Buckley Daniel Hardy... Go figure

New York Society for Ethical Culture ( not church, church)

opening Hymn "Blowin' in the Wind"
Speaker subject "1968:the summer of discontent"
closing Hymn "This Land Is Your Land"


And the Buffet lunch after.

I came out here to the east coast the see my Dad in Massachusetts. He Lives with My oldest brother Jon and his family in Massachusetts. had a great time ... built a play set, went kayaking, played with kids, held my grand niece. (Grand niece?) but did not have a camera...

But I flew into New York, where Lisa and Cameron and there two kids live. Yesterday we went shopping in midtown.
Mara and I got separated from Lisa an Ava. Mara saw this paper dress, and was so beside herself...we had to find Ava and Lisa. They danced then posed

New York

yesterday I played whiffle ball with Adam and Eve, and Mitt Romney's son. The day before I went surfing and saw Hamlet in Central park. Today I ran into Becca Mae's sister Debbie, she gave me a hug then a slice of Pizza.

and then there are these two

Yes they both dressed themselves, too bad you can't see Eva's back pack, it's just her teddy bear tucked in her jacket oh yea her jacket has wings.

So Mara's friend Aaron was scribbling with a crayon and Mara turned to Lisa and said with a disapproving grin "that looks like Jackson Pollock"

what I did on saturday

We traveled in my green top less and spare tire less MG through snow and rain,
She said, I'll tell my grandkids about you,

I sent her postcards from around the world, and wondered .

She has 4 kids, a business, travels around the county speaking.
And there she is, on the back of my bike.

Pirate’s nest… argh

Raquel and Oliver, two of my favorite people in the world, have an urban farm/permaculture wonderland for a house, built in the 1890's here in bucolic Provo, Utah

Pale green paint paint, chickens and ducks, and a garden to die for, no make that live for. Of late they have been following the 100 yard diet, you've heard of the 100 mile diet? Their garden loves them so much that it produces giant tasty mushrooms all by itself.

They have many trees, two giants and one of them one is Hagrid and the other…the foundation for my new home.

Construction started last fall, the first two platforms are in place, two more to go, the staircases and ladders are almost done.

More to follow…

An Inadvertent Monk

I met Laron

a vagrant

on a freight train

When he offered me a blanket

I thought it was a trick

to steal from me.

When he turned down money and said

“you know me…I just ride trains”

as the train pulled away

to parts unknown

to him

I envisioned him in saffron robes

walking heal to toe.

Ironically

following the teachings of a man

whose teaching Laron didn't know.

I think of him often

wonder if I will ever see him again

would like

but don’t need to.

Money is a counterfeit concept

I do not believe in money any more than money believes in me. Yes a silly statement; but money is so taken for something other than what it is, that silly statements are called for.

Wage is money given in exchange for work done. How much money one receives in exchange for said work is only related to the perceived value of that work and that perceived value is influenced by supply and demand and the persuasive power of either the wage earner or the wage giver. So how much money one gets in exchange for said or set work is only really related to bargaining power. So wage is really mainly related to bargain or persuasive power.

Value of any object is arbitrary and set by the perceived value to the buyer and the seller and is nearly infinitely variable as the surrounding variables change. A talented bargainer can often get what he wants for less than what it cost to produce said item. And sellers often extract hundreds or even thousands of times actual cost to produce and transport.

Value is always simply a perceived commodity. and value can usually be manipulated by a skilled buyer or seller.

So the relationship of money as a medium that society has agreed upon to represent the value of work or objects is a counterfeit concept.

The only relevant elements are the perception and power of the individual in relation to things or work and money.

My own personal relationship with money is problematic because I think that people are more important than things and that money is just barely a thing

When one spends money one should weigh the value of the thing purchased against the proportional relationship between the money available in the moment and the immediate foreseeable future, and ones needs in relation to ones surroundings.

Should I gloss that further? Maybe later

Pirate

My brother Rick emailed me a link from a random website he happened upon, that led to this picture, taken by a stranger.. I did not know that it was taken when it happened, but I am so proud

I remember standing on “the soapbox” once... people were fomenting about how "the Constitution says we have the right to have any gun we want" I got up and complained that I was not allowed to have large artillery like an M-60 Patton Tank, that the Constitution says it is my right... I stopped short of saying I wanted a personal nuke... I mean really, I’d only use it responsibly, for personal defense.

anyway, I was busy being a pirate.

But I’m not a full time Pirate, those are my aspirations, Once again I want to get on the road… just heard about two guys who took a bus to Baghdad, a friend called to ask about New Zealand, she’s going there for a month, and other friends are in Eritrea, Dubai, Korea, Cambodia, Butan …I’m so jealous I want I want I want…and why not…

…SO yes me mattie I am the pirate, and I can’t let this slander persist. I don’t haunt that land lubbers fiasco in the land called Disney…years ago...word came to me of pirates in California and I went looking... , no pirates, then I heard about Pirates in this land of Disney and set sail, but alas…they are not real pirates, people in costume and puppets. Argh… I wanted to vent my rage at the offence and pillage away but there where children... I pillaged at the Venice beach instead.

And one more thing, yes I wear the vestments of FSM and worship the flying spaghetti monster, but that does not make me any less a pirate, all true pirates believe.

A couple of weeks ago I did get/have to hitchhike 10 or so miles in southern Utah near Zion. I love it thumb out at the mercy of strangers. Alone on the road, but my little secret? I had on $600 shoes and $400 jeans and am yet still a Bum.

If that's not pirate then I don't know what pirate is.

Mother

My friends used to call our house to talk to my mother and not me. What was she doing? Stealing my friends? I guess they all thought she was their friend too. They were right, no question.

Your world was a better place for meeting her. My world is a better place for knowing her.

I’d like to wish you all a happy mothers day, ‘cause mine is happier because of her.

Skinny does not mean fit

Two years ago I found out that my Blood Pressure was 160 over 120 (it is supposed to be much closer to 120 over 80) and the doctor put me on meds, which brought it down. I check it every so often to keep track. They said that I was starting to damage my heart.

I've been doing a one hour hard Cardio work out ever other day and... I've been getting really light headed, a couple of weeks ago I stayed in bed all day 'cause it was so bad.

when I checked my BP 106 over 57... I cut my meds in half... three days ago I stopped taking them altogether...today 130 over 78...

who knew I was so out of shape, one would think it would show up in shape. and who knew that exercise worked so fast

What I Believe

People are selfish and stupid. Me and you included. We can’t help it, it’s how we were built. But the worst part about it all is that we have this inner dialogue that we maintain with ourselves that says that the way we see the world is just the way it is.

But listen, I think that if you know that little secrete then all can be better. See… if one knows that their world view is horribly biased then one can adjust to that fact and roll with it all.

So yes I’m saying that everything is subjective, and yes we can all live with that. We all already do just without acknowledging it. You see that no mater what belief structure you adhere to you have tweaked in your own way, you do not believe the exact same thing as anyone else… so your world view is already subjective you just kinda decided which outside influences to let control you (I do not think that the decision process is as simple as “deciding” like one decides on a shoe purchase.) One of the pernicious parts of all this is that you usually do not know when you chose or why. The mechanisms are complex and hidden, fear being a big motivator but not the only one. But at some point in your life you set upon these ideas and they are now what you have.

Balloonia

A couple of weeks ago we got a call for some help on with a fashion shoot that a friend of Matthew’s was doing, it was for some LA fashion magazine, I forget the name. They wanted to shoot in the desert and with hot air balloons.

About mid-day the wind picked up. Then it started to rain. For the last shots were doing a high wind inflation and launch. (sane people would not attempt something like this.)

With the basket tied off to the back of a Chevrolet Suburban we did the cold inflation, then applied heat, and the wind picked up, the balloon started to drag the truck, I had a hold of the parachute ( a rope connected to a rapid deflation valve in the top of the balloon.) and the tie down rope broke. I pulled, Steiger grabbed on to the rope too and we picked up speed ad started to go up. We let go and watched the balloon go away, except Mo still had hold of the crown line (a rope that goes to the top of the balloon for stability.) This was his first day working with a hot air balloon and as he was getting dragged away we were yelling “let go, let go” and he was yelling back “I can stop it” he let go because he couldn’t.

It only went about a miles before cooling off enough to drag the basket and fill it up with dirt and another mile before it stopped.

And this is the final product as published (ok the pictures are much bigger with better color in the magazine .) (see the feet sticking up, I carried her there and placed her in the basket like that)

Ziggurat or Rameumpton take your pick

For years I've wanted to go to Burning Man, my plans to go never work out. But an ongoing theme in my life is that everything I want to do happens. Usually without me making overt plans, it's more like the situation is imposed on me, yes, what I want is imposed on me.

A couple of weeks ago Nathalie told me that her friend was doing an art instillation at Burning Man and wondered if I wanted to be a part of it. I hymned and hawed for a few emails then agreed to commit to help. I then got an email from Nathalie asking if I would be on the "Platform crew" Next came an email asking me to design a 16 foot tall viewing platform that would hold up to 20 people with a budget of $600. This is what I designed.

So I'm going to Burning Man, my ticket and transportation are being provided and I have a camp to be a part of. All of the hard parts are being done for me. I only have to do the simplest of things, which also happens to be something that I love.

Life is good

it's all in how you travel

I’m sitting in an orange leather recliner looking out my bedroom window, the whole wall is glass, on the 23^rd floor of the Panorama Tower, in the distance are the mountains, but right over there are the train tracks, from one horizon to the next. Ok they are not visible all the way to the vanishing point but I still see it. I’ve been here for about 4 months, the last time I was here in Vegas I arrived on those tracks in the back of a 48 (a type of freight train car.)

The other night I went to a show in a stretch Limo and but long for the train