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231--Nevada: Burning Man, Your Brain on the Playa @ Where`s Cherie?     Sep 07 2004 - 17:41 PST cherie writes: When you come to Burning Man, the greeters say: "Welcome Home." Two hours from Reno, is a desert city where everyone is welcome. It is a environment where outrageous self-expression is prized; a place you can't buy, sell or advertise anything. (*Exception--you can buy ice and coffee.) This year roaming through Black Rock City were 500 "Mutant Vehicles", or mobile works of art. Most citizens of BRC ride their bikes or walk, but for the few who are able to create a moving vehicle that makes one stand in awe--those few are licensed to drive about the playa. Join me and watch the wild Burning Man cars, wonderful playa art and the inspirational people who become works of art themselves. Click on each picture to see it full size. read comments (1) | write comment| views: 231906    | rated: 0.0    printer-friendly version   This is your brain on the playa. *Photo by Rennie. The "Cat in the Hat" even gets into the Burning Man action. Taking a quick rinse with the mobile-walking shower-guy. At least the neighbors keep their yards up. Anne and Kari go back in time. The Montley Crew. Cherie and Jean. Ready for the moon? It's getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes. You don't always need to know what something is to appreciate it. Jean, the desert princess. Note to Self: Don't bring thigh-high boots to the next desert camping trip. Blue as the clear desert non-dust-storm sky. I heard there was oil in this here desert! Flock of flamingoes. All smiles! If your girl-friend asks you to wear matching frilly-heart socks...just say NO! The most pierced penis in the world. (170 piercings and no room for any more!) Center Camp where you can buy the only two items sold at Burning Man--ice and coffee. I never saw one so big before. Is there a white elephant in the room? Center Camp. Camp Eden. Eating Eve's apple. Sometimes even angels cry. Cassiopeia's keg party (Thanks for the keg Margaret!) The pizza sluts bring over pizza! The tourist can't help but shoot the chocolate moose. Who cut the cheese? Cherie and the Porno-Pop girls. Dancing on stage at the Pink Mammoth. Two Marilyns, one bar...what are the chances? My, what big lips you have! Good morning Randy! Randy and Kari. Desert glam. Say cheese! The musical desert wind. Peace and chaos. Who ran over the Pilsbury Dough Boy? Full of hot air. You can tell he rides that bike a lot. The Irish Buddhist Arab. I've had to lug this chain through the entire Black Rock Desert. The best seat in the house. Buried alive? That's ok, it's just art. Walking towards the temple. Extra-terrestrial Life Guard Stations? A nice place to rest. Weed art? A torch to find your way home. Still dancing. Music all night long (and all day long.) Good morning ladies. Crazy girls dancing on the playa. Black Rock City Scuba Diving. Burners have to decompress before they return to reality. Geometry again? There's nothing like piano music misting through the desert. A 3-hour tour. Evolution. Here kitty, kitty, kitty. Colorful dome camps spring up like ripe desert fruit. Iridescent shower. Are those random drops of water coming from that strange spooky shower? This is one man who knows how to relax. Birds of a feather flock together. *Photo by Douglas. You can always spot the tourists at Burning Man. (This one's Irish!) *Photo by Douglas. Cherie in a sand-storm protected by a scuba mask and belly-dancing skirt. *Photo by Jean.