I survived. It was almost indescribably surreal. Part stupification at the incredible time and money people spent to build (And haul out to buttfuck nowhere, Nevada) art installations, art cars , camps, equipment, stages, etc. Part adult playground where anything goes on or in your body. Part dress-up, part dress down. Part grody and disgusting - the omnipresent dust, nekkid people who should be nekkid, porta potties, sun showers, etc.. Part way, way, way too much techno music. And part hippie dippie stoner bullshit about participating, giving, loving, getting out of your corporate mindset, changing my life, communing, and "having a good burn, man."
I'm glad I went, but I don't know whether I will return next year. If I do go, I want an RV, less fat and/or less naked campmates, more interesting campmates, and a camp theme that involves a bar giving away gin and tonics to hot chicks.
