I'm going.

My favorite miracle client apparently sensed this, and called on Friday with another job. I'm also cranking out a lot of show posters and flyers this week. I like it when work appears at a well-timed moment.

I was still on the not-going side of 50/50 when we went to Muddy Waters in Santa Barbara this weekend for a pre-burn party. Hypnotized by a succession of a) fire dancers, b) house music, c) trapeze artists and d) an art car consisting of a Volkswagen bus that has had its top removed and has been converted into a full bar with two giant manually controlled propane torches on top, not only did I decide I wanted to go but so did M, who up until this point had been in the "never going back" camp.

It cemented the deal when M's Dad offered the use of his truck and camper trailer. We have tickets. We're doing a road trip through the Sierras, up highway 395, ending up at Burning Man probably somewhere in the middle of the week.

I hereby vow not to blow any money on glow sticks, camo netting or shade structures. I am bringing my 4x5, a roll of white seamless paper, and a lot of film.

Anybody got some spare kimonos?