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This has to be have been one of my best Flipsides ever!

I wasn't even sure I could make the event until the day before, because I was helping a relative recover from foot surgery. The final check-up appointment went well, however, and off I went!

I dragged my new yurt and 150 lbs of billboard vinyl all the way from Dallas. The car overheated at higher speeds, so I'll need to do some repair work and some load-lightening before I take the whole project to Portland this summer.

I arrived at The Cult of the Purple Taco shortly before dusk. To my joy, I discovered that several of my close friends and several more people I had met had come out from Georgia's Alchemy crowd and were camping in the *same* *camp*! Alchemy is my favorite burn after Flipside, and a large part of the motivation for taking my career on the road was to see that crowd more often. And here they were! Purple Taco didn't have enough space for my yurt, and I hadn't even started cutting the vinyl necessary to cover it, so I set up just the skeleton at Time Lords as an art project, and so I could enjoy and geek out on all my hard work with other homebrew housing enthusiasts. Some of the people who helped me unload inadvertently dropped the ends of the roof rafters into poison ivy, which was, unfortunately, one of the few negative themes for the event.

I proceeded to assemble the yurt on Thursday night, and only needed a bit of help to hold the roof ring up while I put it enough rafters to float it. I offered the helpers Technu, but they wandered off before I could deliver. I encountered my first hard-core yurt enthusiast during the setup, and we talked for over 30 minutes about it. I have a few easy ideas about how to stand the roof ring easily so that the structure can be set up by one person. I think once I have it down, it will take less than 30 minutes from start to finish.

The theme for the pairing of the yurt and the Metro is The Tortoise and the Hare. I'll be painting an enormous turtle shell on the yurt covering, and making a cute little head and fins to complete the motif. The Metro, at 55 horsepower, will be the Hare.

On Friday I spent some time hanging out with the Tacoteers and the Alchemists. I checked out The Hive project, headed by the same person who's been running Circle of Fire in the many years since my brief administration, which was super-cool. The idea is to create a center-camp-like at Flipside, with a modular design that could be added on from year to year. It was both beautiful and functional, and I got some great ideas on how to proceed with the vinyl covering for the yurt from that team. Kudos to Adam and crew for the project, and to Adam specifically for taking on so many projects that enhanced the burn. I also spent a few lazy hours lounging in the creek, the first time I'd ever been in it. It was hippie soup, but it felt great. I didn't see any of the promised leeches, despite being knee-deep in mud much of the time.

I felt slightly cheated, but other took the slight with greater equanimity.

On Saturday I got up after Not Enough Sleep to help out with serving our famous Purple Tacos. I had some good discussions with M. about emotional content being brought up by the burn, and also acted as a busker during the later part of the Taco experience to try to bring in people to finish off our ingredients. Our crew also made a visit to Burning Glam, where I procured a fabulously tight and slinky red top that I wore the rest of the day. I defaulted to wearing purple to show my esprit-de-corps with the camp the rest of the time.

Saturday evening I decide to have a new non-sober experience accompanied by my closest Atlantian friends.

Some vignettes from the experience:

I started out with my A. crew.

We started at a camp with excellent shade, a good view of the outside sky, but also a lot of fun internal lights. The sun went down as we came up, with the digital light replacing the natural in a beautiful, smooth progression.

Being completely entranced to my knees by Paula performing at Circle of Fire. At moments like these I often wonder if she's still married. :)

The delightful condition of being able to simultaneously go way out into serious visual effects and synesthesia, but still being able to concentrate, hold a conversation, and laugh at and make jokes. I recall getting several compliments for my witticisms, which felt good.

The general sensation of multiple levels of consciousness between total talking-to-God territory and lucid conversation happening at the same time, switching into each, or at least not having to wait long until the right one came along, at will. A friend later said "that sounds like lucid dreaming," and he was spot on.

See-sawing on the 'Stache Saw, screaming "THE DRUGS ARE TRYING TO KILL YOU!!!!!!" at the top of my lungs.

Running into a strange group of people wearing fake beards and stovepipe and red-white-and-blue campaign hats lines up on bleachers singing "Bohemian Rhapsody." The energy was so powerful people who thought they had achieved Escape Velocity staggered around as though snagged by their souls with the Rhinestone Tractor Beam of Queen, joining in with manic, entirely mandatory glee. As a long-time choir singer, I've experienced magic in group performance on many occasions, but this was by far the most powerful experience of it's kind I've ever had, and it happened so fast I didn't even realize it until it was half over. With the enormous variety of sexual preferences, fabulous clothing, and human freedom, I don't think Freddy Mercury could possibly have been more proud.

Another Major Energetic Musical Moment was the two times we walked by Drum Camp. All of the swirling split personalities suddenly collapsed into a single clarifying unity the closer we go to the drums. Never have I so fundamentally understood their power and direct connection to the human psyche. Nothing else I've ever experienced while tripping was so...clean. And the effect faded in direct proportion to our retreating distance. I returned to drum camp later, with only two and then one person playing, to kneel before the altar and let the drums work me over for a good ten or fifteen minutes, until the player brought things to a halt. I bowed in gratitude and continued on.

Being completely breath-taken by the Well of Souls after making a request to get out into the nature a bit more for a breather. It was definitely one of the most convincing and visceral connections with spirit I've seen from an art display.

After about six or seven hours, we stopped by Purple Taco and ended up splitting up. I had a snack, then struck out on my own.

Riding Fatima, one of the Four Rocking Horses of the Apocalypse, in what turned out to be a very sexual way. The feeling of the smooth, rounded, sensuous body shape, combined with the crotch-grinding saddle-configuration and the twitchingly responsive rocking gait had me going for a good five or ten minutes before I decided to see what sensual pleasures awaiting me in War.

Riding War was very different, it was big and heavy and chunky, which turned to be perfect for dancing. I got the horse itself rocking to the beat of the nearby gypsy music, and it was more than stable enough for me to lift and the saddle and dance with the rest of my body.

Ended up at Burning Soul, where my good friend and ex-girlfriend and several other old-skool people from my early firedancing days were camping. I was struck, not for the first time, of how grateful I was and how novel it was that I had such old friends. As a kid, I was forced to move every few years until I got into junior high, so I had almost no ability to maintain long-term friendships. Austin and the burn scene is the first time I've ever had the opportunity to do it, and it feels so good and right, like a something inside myself that's been disconnected for ever was repaired.

Danced at several different locations. I can't say I generally get super into dancing while modified, although ingested weed can have that effect. I generally consider Flipside to be a major downgrade in my dance experience, but this time it was at least fun. I definitely missed Ish and it's amazing dance experience.

Spent some time communing with my yurt, and how it represented the fun, healthy new direction my life was going in. I had previously been intending to raise the doorway, because I have to duck slightly when I go into it. However, I had the revelation while running my fingers over the wood that there was a powerful metaphor lurking in the mild inconvenience. When we cut down on our life to find out what we really need (ducking through the door), then a little more (standing up again) feels like luxury. Without this exploration, our consumeristic culture just programs us to want more and more. It's such a perfect explanation of what I'm trying to accomplish, I decided to keep the stoop.

Ran into an old British friend from way back in my early Flipside days. We hung out for hours discussing simple living, camping, and my yurt, which we finally managed to find after over an hour looking. I escorted him home.

Continued wandering and experiencing as dawn crept up. I realized that the end of the effigy field near Ice Camp look a *lot* like the end of the field at Rec Plant, the original location of Flipside when I started going in 2002. There was an empty spot where Circle of Fire used to be on the old property, and it definitely brought me back. I watched the sun rise, and probably 12 hours after it started, my journey was complete. After two weeks of taking care of my relative and being locked in a room with cigarette smoke and Fox News, I had needed it. I went to bed a happy man.
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Cafe Mundi, the coolest coffee house and chill space in Austin, has lost their bid to keep their space of 11 years in one of the last remaining legitimate parts of the East Side. This is perhaps the most depressing news I've ever heard.

My identity as a Burner started at Cafe Mundi in 2002, when a shy me arrived, after three failed attempts, at a hidden coffee house on the East Side to the fantabulous scene of freaks spinning fire. Six months later, well-armored in denim and a cotton hoodie, I was initiated in the informal order of firedancers. Shortly thereafter, at my first Flipside, I firedanced naked in a complete stranger's wedding, and the transformation to the Not side of Normal was forever committed.

We continued to have fire practice at Cafe Mundi for many years before we were forced to find a new location, and of all the many, many fantastic coffee houses in Austin, it is still my favorite. Hearing that it is closing is like losing a close friend. The only location I feel more passionately about in Austin is Elysium. Not even my own home is as important to me.

Despite the fact that firedancing is explicitly forbidden in their most recent lease, I feel it's *necessary* to have a final fire jam there. I'm going to approach the owner about doing it at the very end of the lease, but if she feels that's too much risk, I'm considering setting it up rave-style the day *after* Mundi leaves, so she can't be held responsible for what happens. It's not enough, but it's the only thing I can think of that shows a tiny bit of how I feel about the space.

There seem to be plans to find a new location for Cafe Mundi. While it's hard to believe it could be as fabulous as their current spot, I'd love to see what's next for Our Heros. In support of that, as much as possible, Mundi will be my default hang-out location between now and the Final Bell. If you haven't experienced the magic, now would be the time. It won't be with us for much longer.

Fuck Yes!

Aug. 27th, 2009 12:43 am
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I got home from a fabulous date with [ profile] spottedvasa at the weekly fire jam at The Tiniest Bar in Texas just in time to enjoy a homemade chocolate pudding pop!

Life is good.
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Oct. 19th, 2008 03:53 pm
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I was hoping to see everyone at Nataraja tonight, but I got a last-minute summons to practice for the Erotica Carnival I just posted about, and so I won't be making it. I'm running around trying to put together as much as my act as possible before 7 PM.

Time to find a non-synthetic fish-net shirt.

In other news, the Spatula has Green Stains.

I repeat, the Spatula has Green Stains.
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So I'm going to be performing in the Sinsations Erotic Carnival, a benefit for AIDS Services of Austin, on October 25th. I've been meaning to add a more sexual dimension to my firedancing for a while, and this is the impetus I've needed to get focused and put something together. So the question then becomes, if you were going to see me do a Tranny/Andro/Titty-dancer/striptease type of thing with fire, what, exactly, would you want to see?
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...this time with the exposure info intact.

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Here's Travis, shirtless and sweaty.

Note there's almost 100 more pictures if you click...
errantember: (Little Cowboy Scott)
I'm once again heavily involved in the production of this year's Enchanted Forest Halloween Fire Extravaganza! I'm performing in two scenes, and doing the music editing and directing of the flaming weapons martial arts scene. From the look of things this may be the most fire we've ever had in a single show at the Forest, and this year features a martial flare we haven't seen before. Tzol from Kan'Nal, whom many of us have missed since they moved to Colorado, will be performing as well. For those without specific plans for their posh costumes, this is the place to be on Wednesday night!

At the Enchanted Forest @ Oltorf and Lamar.

Halloween Night Wed. Oct 31st

Dont be late, performances start @ 9pm!

The Enchanted Forest Performers

Sangre del Sol

Baruzuland Puppet Theater


Black Scorpion Magician

Tzol from Kan'Nal

999 Eyes

Carousel Caberet

DJ Neptune
errantember: (Default) be even a *small* part of popular culture, courtesy of Youtube(tm).

This is our (Pyrogenesis) firedancing (p1) performance (p2) at the Haunted Forest Halloween Spectactular in 2005.

I'm the mime in the back in all black. I also did the audio editing and mixing for this set. Last year, in addition to that, I actually directed an entire scene. Of drunken pirates. Many of whom were drunk during the show.


We'll be doing an even crazier show this year.
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Instead of going to Flipside this year, I went to my cousin's wedding in the Bay Area. With no illusions that it would be more fun than going to Flipside, which I haven't missed since 2002, it was a pretty fun trip. Click here for a long-winded but link-and-picture-filled summary, including One Star Hotels, Death Guild, Bondage-a-Go-Go, the Mannequins of Market Street, and the Picky Homeless.

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...that being one that's OVER.

Everything went well, my firedancing performance blew the socks off the reception, and Fun Was Had By All.

Now the *real* partying starts!
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...and I'm not even *going* to Flipside.

Which, we'll note, just about makes me cry.


I am, however, going to San Francisco. And there, I will need clothes. Many, *many* clothes.

Luckily, I seem to have purchased ALL of them today. I dropped about $50 in $2,$3, and $4 increments. In addition to a substantial amount of gender-bending gear, I also found an absolutely pre-destined pair of black leather pants, perfect for the bondage club event I'm planning on attending in SF, and also perfect for fire dancing. Between this batch and what I've already got, I should be, well, stoked.

Rarely have I been as profoundly and devoutly grateful to God as upon hearing of the death of Jerry Falwell. May he rest in silence. The Chariot will indeed have to Swing Low to take him to his final destination.
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After awakening from a nap after a great day with Kat, I discovered the forecast had not only dropped to below freezing, but was to include freezing rain and sleet! I had already moved my citrus trees inside to protect my tiny orange and grapefruit harvest from the weather, but the flimsy torn-up garbage bags I had thrown up over my vegetables were suddenly completely inadequate to the task of saving my future food supply. Headlamp piercing through the not-quite-freezing-yet rain, I placed tarps over all my vegetables, almost completely covering them, including my climbing sweet peas. I overturned plastic pots on my strawberry plants, then bricked down a tarp over them, too.

Hopefully it will be enough. I can't believe it was in the high 80s a few days ago!

In other News, I've finally been Assimilated. I've somehow managed to live without an Ipod until now, but with the anticipation of professionalizing my firedancing and photography, it was time to bite the bullet. I managed to score a 30gb Ipod with Video for about $180 delivered on Ebay, and it arrived in a shockingly short period of time. I also got a new stereo for my car with a full Ipod interface, allowing me to browse my collection from the stereo. Finally, I checked my Sony AV cable, and, as I suspected, you can use it with the Ipod as long as you realize the red wire is now the video and the yellow wire is one of the audio signals. I didn't bother to test which audio signal was which, but I added tape markers on the cable so I can tell at a glance which one to use with the Sony and which with the Ipod. I also downloaded a copy of iSquint since I had video encoding problems with iTunes.
errantember: (feng shui)
While I may have mentioned the existence of The Plan here, I haven't really given any status updates recently. This major theme is Changing My Life Between Burning Man 2006/2007.

Goal: Save the World by Ending the Neo-Conservative Domination of the Government of the United State of America:

Goal: Professionalize Photography:
I did my first real professional shoot for Sky of Hipnautica recently. I got paid for the gig, and will be getting model releases for the bands involved. I learned a lot about club photography, infrared photography, stage smoke, and post-process noise reduction.
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The climax of the Enchanted Forest Halloween Event, the Pirate Booty Halloween Fire Show will knock the living dead and have the dead rocking in their grave! Featuring Magical Puppet Storytelling, Creepy Fire Witches, Drunken Undead Pirates, Burning Parrots and flaming flatulence! Fun for the whole family!

First half is kid-friendly! (Flaming Pirate Farts!)
Second half is more erotic! (Rope Bondage Suspension!)
In between a fantastic Halloween Fashion Show!

More fire than you've ever seen on stage before! Featuring Sage, Zahra, Barusela, and more Drunken Pirates than you can shake a flaming cutlass at! Musical guests Lila's Medicine, Claude 9, and Elvis.

Where: The Enchanted Forest at Oltorf and Lamar
When: Tuesday October 31st at 9 PM
Suggested donation: $10/person

BYOB and this is a leave-no-trace event!


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