Burning Man.

I have never had an interest in going to Burning Man. If you don’t know what Burning Man is, it’s a big group of people who congregate in the desert outside of Reno, Nevada and form a community for a week. There’s a lot of dancing and art and no money exchanges of any kind, it’s all done with bartering. I never had any desire to go because I hate hippies. Especially artsy hippies. I turn into Conservative Grandpa when I’m around them. “Get a job! Put on pants! Shave your pits, you stink! You cannot substitute patchouli for a shower! Dreadlocks have no place on a white person! Here’s a hard candy!” etc. I think spending several days trapped in the hot desert with those incense-funk-encrusted rainbow flowers would make me want to build a time machine and go back to the Haight-Ashbury in its heyday to punch everyone there. These pictures pretty much sums it up.

CARROTS ARE NOT PEOPLE TOO. YOU ARE NOT A SPARKLE PONY. PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DON’T DO TAI CHI NAKED. What is wrong with you people? Do you not have families who love you? Get a job! Put on pants! Shave your pits! (see above for the rest).

And then, just like that, I saw a picture that changed everything. And I want to go now.

FLAMING SNAIL CAR. Oh my God, how freakin’ fantastic is that? I must go and be with my flaming snail car. I want to cuddle its shell and tell it secrets.

By the way, are these pictures not awesome? They were taken by a man named Scott London. Go, look at his site and rejoice:


Addendum: Also this and this and this.

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