"Hang on a sec--I have to reboot my phone."
"How are you going to be accessing your television, sir?"*
"You gonna vote for George Bush or that wimp from New England?"
"Oh, and hold the bun on that bacon cheeseburger--I'm on a diet."
*Actual quote from a Verizon rep trying to sell me DirecTV today.
Ah, damp & briny Boston air! Feels good on weary silt-encrusted sinuses.
Off to the playa with Joe and Paul And so good night unto you all.
More posts Tuesday whrn I make it back from Black Rock City.
popesebbo: I don't think I'm gonna be attempting to install munpack over the hiptop's telnet client. popesebbo: A project for next week. crismxml: Wimp. crismxml: Use a public access term on the playa. (-: popesebbo: Not so easy to find as you might think. popesebbo: I've had a rocky time when I've tried to seek one out, at any rate. crismxml: Huh. crismxml: To my surprise. popesebbo: Requires a satellite connection. popesebbo: No wires, no cellular. crismxml: Yeah... still, I'm surprised the geek quotient isn't high enough. popesebbo: Very cool to do the first time. popesebbo: Incremental benefit of subsequent ones has trouble keeping up with incremental cost. popesebbo: If there's 20 satellite uplinks, there's still 30,000 people. crismxml: Gotcha. crismxml: Novelty economics. crismxml: (== Burning Man defined.)
What I need to do is scrounge together a way to get photos up on sebbo.org from the Hiptop. Any ubergeeks know how to get Procmail to save a MIME attachment into a designated folder? I'll make you a pint of salsa or write you a custom dirty story or something. Oh, and I promise to use the power for good, rather than evil. Unless evil is specifically requested.
The thing that's brought this to mind I my realization that I seem to be out of the habit of conspicuousness. Or at least of feeling conspicuous. I was in like for security at Logan, with a bunch of burner pendants around my neck and an enormous felt top hat on, and I felt...uncomfortable.
I probably won't feel that way on the way back. Burningman tends to renew my dedication to public eccentricity as not just a practice but a philosophical stance. If I don't watch out, though, I start absorbing Boston's distaste for it.
Generally in Boston my experience I that if you do something publicly eccentric in front of a hundred people, ninety-five eill carefully ignore it, three will grin, and two will shout obscenities at you.
Experienced SCUL riders tell me it's not uncommon for guys to come over and try to pick fights with them. 'Cause they're doing something weird. No more reason than that. Who the hell do they think they are? What do they think life is? A fuckin' JOKE?
On the playa, though, if you do something sufficiently weird in public, people will come over and thank you for it. It's considered an act of public service.
Dang. I've meandered. Does this go under geek, observed, or burningman? Maybe I need a 'medley' category.