Burning ManOnce a year, on Labor Day weekend, tens of thousands of participants gather in Nevada’s Black Rock Desert to create Black Rock City, dedicated to community, art, self-expression, and self-reliance. They depart one week later, having left no trace whatsoever. Burning Man is also an ever-expanding year-round culture based on the Ten Principles (seem familiar anyone?...

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“Let go; Let God!” I breathed in and out as mantra. The phrase infused a lightness of being, a slowed pulse.

“Let go; Let God,” I repeated as the garage door closed. Larry had retrieved his wallet from the closet shelf, where he’d belatedly remembered he’d left it while changing pants and then heading for the airport.… ...

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If you could choose a cartoon metaphor for yourself, who or what would you be? It’s a great conversation starter at a party – try it sometime!

A group of friends chose Charlie Brown for me. Whaddayathink?

You recall the hapless champion of real, who sought the tender attentions of the world, yet even his dog talked back and became as famous as he.… ...

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My mother’s knees predicted weather changes with an accuracy shared with her other aggregate wisdom: well above 90%. TV weathermen should have listened to her.

As my father did.

Scientists don’t understand all the mechanisms of weather-related pain, but leading theory posits that the falling barometic pressure that frequently precedes a storm alters the pressue within joints.… ...

What is your time worth? What can a buck buy these days? Certainly not a pack of gum at the convenience store/gas station where I paid $50.00 to fill up my Mini tank today.

But before we grumble too much, as so many angry Americans do, let’s keep in mind that 50 years ago, a minimum wage worker made $50.00/week.… ...

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I awaken at o-dark-thirty, yanked out of snore by overly frisky music. Aargh, I set my clock radio alarm last night, but somehow the dial got scrambled, and it’s not what I’d expected after the Madonna dance in my dreams. I stab the music off and slog through the abbreviated toilette of an early morning flight, my weekday life for fifteen years.… ...

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