Burning Man or bust...

I don't know why it hasn't occurred to me until just now...just an hour or so ago...that I need to go to Burning Man. I mean, I really want to go. I dig it. I get the burning of the false self, the falling away of ego. I've been there, and strive to stay there. I do an admirable job, I think. Certainly enough to know that happiness is a choice, and that by making decisions based on what my compassion says is the best outcome for all, I continue to walk towards that happiness. I know that the only steps that amount to anything are the ones I take right now; I'd best be awake and aware and present enough in the moment to make them count. Like everything, they're only as permanent as a footprint on a windy Nevada playa in August/September.

They have community bicycles. And I can bring my own bean sprouts and live on them for pennies. How many thumbs up can we give that?

Fonts of Fancy

See that whimsical font used to spell out "beansprouts" up there? I have to thank Mr. Kevin King for that. I was brainstorming for ideas that would spark a change in direction in my blog (the results of which you see on your screen before you). As soon as I saw this font, "Kingthings Annex", I could see it in the new header I was designing in my head. Kevin is quite a creative dude; check out his site for some fantastic fonts, and have a peek at his brilliant artwork. Such talent, and he's a right nice chap. Polite. Genuine. Took the time to email me back after I sent him a slightly eccentric note regarding his web site. I tend to get really silly in the wee small hours of the morning, which is when I happened across his work. I gushed and probably embarrassed him. I embarrassed myself. But, ya know what? Life is too short not to say what you feel, even if it is a bit silly. If you appreciate something, or someone...show it.

It's 3:30 a.m. I'd best get to bed before I prove to any potential readers just how silly I can get at this hour.