Oct 6 – 10th I participated in my first MyschieviaBurn in North Texas.
Gypsy Steam Circus
It is tiny compared to Burning Man, but…the atmosphere is unique. The performance art was one of a kind. I have never experienced that level of all-consuming personal performance for four days straight at BRC or Burning Flipside.
Who are these scions of performance art? Their name is C.O.L.D camp. They are the antagonists, they are the assholes, they are the ones that push you to know your boundaries. It was annoying, it was frustrating and I learned how I handle conflict in both positive and negative forms. COLD was the most alien form of Burner I have ever met, adding to Myschievia’s unique feel.
The community is so small that you don’t just run into people have a single conversation that may or may not change your view-point on life then never see them again…nope it’s a community where you see the same faces, the same beautiful Burners and are able to go back for more stimulating conversation.
I loved that. I also love the unique one time wonder of meeting people on the playa at BRC, I wouldn’t change that for the world.
Now I would like to share a very personal story:
At Burning Flipside this past May, Positron (my other-half) and I ran into an ambiguously brown smiling young man by the all night Taco Stand, beside the Lava Lounge. Electronica rang out its oontz-oontz as we three ran the gamut of conversation on late night snack attack food. It turns out that our new-found friend prefers Reubens. Yes. That’s right. The sandwich to end all sandwiches. He so became known to us as Reuben. His ‘grassy’ playa name had been bequeathed unto him.
We three proceeded to journey together. It was a journey that lead us to play Giant Jenga, where Positron earned another name “The GrassHoppa King”, we continued to wander about drunkenly speaking of grasshopper, tasty Reuben, we tested our skill toy skills at the Electro Circus, we waxed poetic, or drunken, about the amazing art and weaved our way back to the Lava Lounge where we danced, danced, danced and danced until dawn heralded the morning.
Reuben was like the best friend Grasshoppa King and I never knew we hadn’t had.
We tried exchanging information (pitiful attempt all our phones were dead and of course who brings pen and paper to these things…obviously not us), so when we went back to default world our default names were so generic we were unable to find each other on social media.
Oh well, after terrible disappointment we just put it out of our minds as best as we could, knowing the playa gives and the playa takes away.
Back to Present:
My first night at Myschievia we had just set up camp “The Gypsy Steam Circus”. I was free to wander…so of course I did. I made it no further than the Doodle Camp…large swathes of butcher paper and crayons called to me, so I went and…doodled. After a few moments of chatting with the lovely Burners running the Doodle Camp, out of the corner of my eye I saw some one else walk up, I thought nothing of it and continued to doodle. Then he spoke. The echo of a thousand Reuben sandwiches clamored in my ears, I turned, pointed, jaw dropped in the vicinity of my cleavage, stuttering over the words “Rueben!”
He turned and laughed, we laughed, we hugged, we hugged, we laughed, this continued for a disgracefully long time. But it was perfect, it was so beautifully perfect to see this beautiful soul again, and that his joy was as fierce as my own made it all that much more potent.
We spun in circles in our glee, finally the ground rose to cushion our fall. Laying breathless, still hugging we laughed on, until our long dormant senses returned. We staggered to our feet in search of Grasshoppa King.
The sheer chances of us meeting again were so slim. None of us had talked about going to Myschievia. This was truly a gift from the playa.
This time around all three of us actually had phones that were not dead, we could successfully trade our information. I will freely admit that this is the first time in the five Burns I’ve been to where personal contact info was given.
Having the post-burn connection with Reuben has been invaluable.
After a Burn there is always a high, then a lull, then with any luck a decompression near you. My personal decompression has been speaker phone chats with Reuben of our personal experiences from Myschievia. This Burn (or UnBurn, there was a burn ban in effect. An amazing light show that looked just like real flame stole the show) was the most self exploratory Burn since my very first Burn.
I’ve learned more about myself as a person, where my boundaries are, and what I need or want from the Burning Man experience.
Reuben and GrassHoppa King, I want to thank you for being with me on the journey to adventure.
More on the Myschievia Experience Later This Week.