The biggest gathering of Vegans and billionaires in the world happens every year in Nevada. This year, it is from August 26 till September third. You are probably surprised that so hip and with it a guy as myself will not be there.
In fact, I have never attended Burning Man.
The whole idea of running around naked and drunk in the desert does not appeal to me. It's not the nudity to which I object, but the intoxication, sunburn, heat, dust, dirt, diarrhoea, and possible dehydration.
A state of undress under the proper circumstances has a lot to recommend it, but not as part of a mass public celebration.
I'm rather a prude that way.
For somewhat similar reasons I haven't been to political conventions.
Or any of the many yearly Christian celebratory hootenannies.
[State of undress: the amount of nakedness that is safe and acceptable is inversely proportional to the brightness of the available light, and the age and weight of the participants. Intoxication is also a factor, but no amount of booze can ameliorate being in the same building as Mitch McConnell in his birthday suit, all pink and wattly. As just an example. Anyone older than the twenties should exercise caution and selectivity about such goings-on, and beyond forty, more than two people is asking for trouble. Adult baptisms are in all ways bad.]
Civilized life just isn't possible that far away from a decent Chinese restaurant in any case. Stir-frying by white folks doesn't count.
Gluten. Peanuts. Beautifully striated pork belly.
Whole steamed fish, freshly killed.
Meat sauce eggplant.
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