The Man Burns and other stuff

Fantastic photos of last week on the Playa at Burning Man can be seen at:

http://losangeles.tribe.net/listing/09279555-e030-48c8-8a1e-6401a502076f
Then click on the home page link.

Don't you wish you had made that scene?

I found the proper way to dispose of a battered flag. If you see a woman marching along Rte. 138 tomorrow at noon, it's me, on my weird sad errand.

Next to last thing: yesterday my in box at work received a "take a clothing survey" email. Sounded interesting, and I bookmarked. Extra time today at lunch, so I clicked on the survey. Now normally, I lie like crazy about my age, but today I just clicked into the right age group box, and yikes, they didn't want my opinion. Too old to be stylish? Too poor? Too dowdy? Maybe a wearer of those yucky-colored ecru shoes that no one over 60 is caught dead in? Not me. Readers of this blog know that I have been known to agonize over what rags to hang on my ass in the Big Apple. So this was the ultimate insult. First I clicked the bottom to "take me off your list," then I signed onto the survey again. Twenty-nine years old with mega-bucks to spend on clothes shopping. Only liked Bloomies and Saks with a few forays into Banana Republic and the Gap. Shopping as recreation, relaxation, shopping as life. The lies I told! Big bold spectacular lies. Pretty soon I really disliked the self-absorbed persona I had created, but she didn't stop glorying in her purchasing power until the survey was complete. So those folks can suck it up.

Last thing: I am totally charmed by the cute story about the little (350 lbs) hippo that bonded with a big old turtle. Another link.
http://www.snopes.com/photos/animals/hippo.asp

Aloha.

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