It's a Perfect Example of What it is

At the beginning of September (look man, sometimes it takes me a while to finish a post) I went traipsing off into the great alkali yonder otherwise known as L'Homme Flambe.  I was tired and a little under the weather for much of the week, so I had a relatively low key time. When I got home, I made an album on Facebook called something like, "The Most Mundane Burning Man Album Ever" which occasioned several comments that challenged the "mundane" nature of the set. Then my friend Randall who actually has a real blog wrote a post about a postcard I sent him which, again, challenged the mundane nature of my experience.

For the past several months, I have been deeply deeply involved in a mammoth dig (the photos are by a professional photographer friend of one of our PI's: Best. Diagnostic Photos. Ever.) I'm certainly not blasé about the fact that I'm working on a fucking mammoth dig. I mean, I was never AS obsessed with Pleistocene megafauna as I was with dinosaurs, but still: mammoth. I definitely have a bad case of Pleistoproboscidea obsessiva (common name: Mammoth Fever). However, I did spend my entire day face-deep in a mess of mammoth ulna/radius/dirt clump. Also mud coral.  Reality is not glamorous.

The way I imagine the general populace perceives the events and circumstances I seem to wind up in and my personal experiences of these events rarely match up. I am the same person whether I'm lounging in suspended netting in a temporary art city in the desert, excavating and consolidating mammoth bones in the clay of Castrovi, or .....


......okay I"ve been interrupted by a fuzzy eli cat who demands my attention.

Be Seeing You

Edit: I like that I didn't actually manage to finish the post at all.