Everyone I know who's attending Burning Man this year should be out there by now, leaving the rest of us free to speak about stuff.
Feeling any regrets about not going?
No. I made my decision and stand by it.
What would it have taken to get you to go?
A gift ticket. I didn't want to give BMorg $390.
Does that kind of thing happen?
Yes. It's never happened to me, though.
What if some millionaire gave you a ticket right now? Would you go?
She'd have to fly me in on her private plane, too. I wouldn't do the charmless 1,200-mile drive to the Black Rock Desert right now.
So if you know of some filthy-rich person looking for someone who'd make an excellent addition to their camp, tell her I'd be happy to pack light.
How are you doing with the feeling of being called?
I'm still feeling the call. I was in downtown Boulder Saturday night and I saw a couple dressed in Burner attire. ("Why aren't you on your way to the playa?" I asked in my head.) The sight of them got me envisioning what it would have been like to be there right then--I imagined the temperature and the dryness and the quality of the light and the cacophony of the place. At that moment, Burning Man wasn't even officially open yet, but you can rest assured it was already hopping.
Are you sure you aren't feeling any regrets?
I thought it through and made my decision. No regrets.
But?
But the way I'm still feeling called says to me that I should plan to go in 2016.
A trip to the Burn takes a ton of energy, time and money. Now I've got a year to put together a plan worthy of the investment.