2004-12-16 - 1103228615
So, Dorothy in the desert. Everyone has been waiting for this, I'm sure. 
Oh, the cuteness. And since it's been so damn long since the Burn, and also since my last entry (dear goddess! nearly 4 months!), I figured some short synopsis of the Burn would be in order, followed perchance by a brief synopsis of all else that has occured recently. (And as a sidenote, I am INCREDIBLY ashamed at the length of time since my last entry, as I will refresh my explorer browser's homepage at least three times a day to see if mimi smartypantshas added anything to HER diary, and yet I won't create my own entertainment. See this cartoon. Alot of this blather is for the beautyqueen in bc, with whom I haven't been in near close enough communication for ages, despite adoring her friendship since we angsted out in high school together, many a year ago. I told her I'd update it so she'd know all my news, since SHE'S GETTING MARRIED AND HAVING BABIES and I'm freakishly excited for her and her I'm-sure amazing future-hubbie, whom I have yet to meet. Too many beautiful people to meet over the Xmas holidays. The beautiful pixie's husband is coming to Canada with her for a visit, and while I await that particular visit with a mixed sense of excitement and trepidation, I'm still really and truly joyed at their joy and cannot wait to meet him (and to see her again - one of my dearest friends!!!) Wow. Holy sidetrack, Batman. Back to the newsreport. 1. The Burn.
It was fabulous, as always. It was a very different fabulous this year. I was in between living arrangements (all my things being moved for me while I was in the desert), I was getting no help in organizing the food, I was feeling overwhelmed in my real life and that very unfortunately spilled over into my burn. While it was magnificent, I felt unable to ground myself very productively except on some very occasional moments with the Boy with the Mandolin and his friend the Beautiful Clown. Both are amazing and wonderful people, and being near them meant far too much to me in the desert -- my burn is usually much more centered, and this year, ir was all I could do not to feel constantly lost. But I managed it and made it out of there alive, and even kidnapped a Secret Agent on the way back home. Yum. What else to say? I fell deeply in lust with my cafe Shift Supervisor Aristotle and made a couple abortive attempts at picking him up; I didn't explore enough camps; I was extra-uncomfortable with the tourists; I was deeply saddened by the lack of political art (although I understand that the brilliance of those artists was required elsewhere, this being an election year and all). I had the most beautiful two burn nights - the temple and the man burn were both intense and wonderful. I woke up Sunday morning with the Boy with the Mandolin in the HeebeeJeebee's village and we proceeded to exchange sleepy energy massages with a wonderful couple. Everything was as perfect as everything ever is. It was exactly what I needed -- not so much healing this year as just pointing out to me where I was hurt, which really is just as productive. The universe is always so giving, and the desert is the greatest Tough Love Bitch of all of 'em. Damn, that sounds flaky. 2. The new house.
Amazing and beautiful. Took a few weeks but fairly quickly got everything set up in my room to my own specs, and the roommates, apart from some minor dramas, are all quite lovely. There are rainbow stairs going up to my bedroom from the main room, and there are no mice. Meanwhile, the front door closes noisily right under my bedroom window and, in general, the roommates are a bit noisier at times than I'd like, but I can sleep like the dead when required. 3. Volunteering
Working at the Distress Line FAR too often. For Oct and Nov, I was there twice a week from 2-6 a.m., wracking up fourty extra hours for my Favourite Gay Boyfriend's 40th birthday present. My sleep patterns are still fucked up from that; I find it difficult to be tired before 3 a.m. at the earlist, and I've been known to sleep WELL past noon even when I have breakfast dates. But the work itself is going well. 4. School
Only in one course at the U this term, an intermediate poetry writing course. It's amazing. At midterm, I have an A-, and my prof is very happy with my work (as am I). The Issues and Strategies in Counselling Women course by correspondence is also going well. More classes next term, both correspondence and in person. Very excited about that. 5. Work
Working at a little PanAsian restaurant on Whyte Avenue and loving it. My boss is insane and incredibly generous and hard-working, the two guys in the kitchen don't speak English and are constantly telling me a) I need a Chinese boyfriend in Edmonton to complement the white boys in Calgary; and b) to go Eat NineNine, which roughly translates to Go Suck A Tit, 'nine-nine' being the word in Cantonese (Mandarin?) for 'breast milk'. My co-workers are lovely. 6. Hair
Because I am vain and some part of my body must be on this list. I'm planning dreads after New Years'. My friend of the Post-Industrial Tutu is going to do them for me, over wine and dinner and movies. 7. Body
(Because why not!)
Damn do I ever look hawt. Not doing quite enough yoga, but more than this time last year, and certainly enjoying it very thoroughly. The parents have very generously agreed to supply my months' passes, which is amazing to me. Doing a few little nekked photo shoots here and there, trying to get my nekked ass on the internet, as I am of the opinion that a sex-positive, porn-loving feminist such as myself who doesn't have nude pics on the internet is somehow just ... not complete. (There. I got in a little - albeit tiny - feminist rant. Phew.) 8. Miscellaneous.
What else to tell? Too many parties, too much love, too many beautiful friends. Generally feeling spoiled and pampered by everything the universe has to offer. Eating well, dreaming well, taking time for myself and those I love. Hope you are too. -mopheaded bounces back like an indian rubber ball
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