It’s that time of year: everyone is leaving for Burning Man.

I’m not going. Really! I made it stick, and I’m almost home free! There’s still just barely enough time to buy someone’s spare ticket, throw a bunch of gear in a couple of bins, chuck it on a truck headed south, motorcycle my way down to the playa, and find some friends to crash with… but it would be one amazing last-minute accomplishment, and instead I’m taking Amtrak down to Portland tomorrow evening for Michael T.’s bachelor party.

Yeah. I’m doing it. I’m such a bad-ass that I’m actually skipping Burning Man.

Oh well, I’ll be back next year. I have a few projects in mind…