Welcome to Chaos !!

Here's a collection of random pics of me at Burning Man. I am extremely self obsessed and cannot have enough pics of myself, lucky you that can admire them as well!
Last night the ice cream won over the running, it was a bit too dark out for my liking to run so so I ate ice cream, read and enjoyed my bed. In a bit I am taking Chhaya for another walk and then I am going running. Spending the evening at home. I love my house. Can't wait to decorate it in December.







Sacred goddess.




I went rollerblading at night to disco music and it was sooooo much fun!


Loooooving my life!






My Deery Lou necklace. KAWAII huh?


Dusty feet.

Here is some more art from Burning Man in form of paintings. I really admire creativity. Participation is highly encouraged at Burning Man, whether you make an art installation, paint something, volunteer etc. After all, Burning Man is created by people to be there for one week and then everything that was there is either burnt or taken down and only the playa is left with no traces of the event. It's pretty amazing. I was not so much of a participant I guess, since I didn't create anything. If I go again, which I absolutely hope that I will but sometimes life takes you in a different direction.....I will look into maybe participating somehow. Not sure how......walk around naked maybe, does that count?
Meanwhile, enjoy these paintings.......I did. And no, that is not me in the pic below.

























It's 8 pm here.....Tuesday evening. Me and Chhaya had a nice day. It's already almost dark out. I might bundle up and go for a run, if not I am cuddling up in bed under the covers with Chhaya and that pint of ice cream waiting in the freezer. Trying a new one today, Bourbon Pecan Praline.

Chhaya had a play date yesterday with two girlfriends. Two great danes, very stately and beautiful girls. Since Chhaya can be a bit unpredictable around other dogs, she had to wear her muzzle. It makes her look like Hannibal Lecter and at times I too wear the muzzle.
Chhaya had a great time and so did I. Can't wait for next time.







After Chhaya's girlfriends left, I took her for some more walking. It was a really nice evening.



Look at this beautiful little cuddle bug! I just want to give her hundreds of kisses.



We are both in bed now, Chhaya is tired and cuddling with me. I am watching Dateline, I love watching those murder mysteries. It amazes me that people murder their spouses instead of just divorcing them. I know it is a thin line between love and hate, I have balanced on that line a few times. But I'd rather live my life in freedom than rot away in some jail because of shooting somebody, unless they deserve it of course, then I will shoot and remain free.....but that is a totally different story.

Here is an article that Sarah aka Wonderhussy wrote for last years BRC Weekly. It is SOOOO HILARIOUS that I just have to share it with you. Sarah is a young lady that has the gift of expressing herself in many fun ways, writing is only one of them......enjoy!

Whoever said Burning Man is about art, community, or any other lofty ideal needs to get their head out of their ass and take a look around them. Anyone with a vagina who has ever tried to navigate the playa will tell you that Burning Man is about three things ONLY: sex, drugs and sunburned ballsacs. Ladies, beware!!!
Here in BRC, a woman of childrearing age can’t take two steps without being humped ferociously by a man in a rabbit costume or a bi-curious sparkle pony in body paint and furry boots. Something about the desert air seems to rev the libido into high gear, so much so that even taking a morning walk to the potty is akin to running a gauntlet of boners. There are perverts everywhere! And this year, what with the bumper crop of fresh, innocent first-timers on playa, they are sure to be out in full force. Burgins, take heed and read this handy guide – knowledge is power!

The Pervs of the Playa can be broken down into five basic categories:
1. Beer-Swilling Frat-Types
First, you have your beer-swilling frat-types, whose sole purpose in being here is to score with the legendary loose hippie chicks of yore (remember, it’s supposed to be a counterculture festival, aka free love hotbed). These types might don a tutu and some krazy sunglasses to give the impression that they’re unconventional artsy types, but they’re really just horny mooks, and there are so many of them that at times you feel like a soon-to-be-roofied sorority girl at the world’s biggest tribal kegger.
Fortunately, these pervs are easy to spot – and avoid.
2. Swingers
Then there are the swingers. Burning Man is actually listed on the events calendars of several “Lifestyle” (blecchh) networking sites – apparently, it’s become a huge swing paradise, with several “play” (blerrrrg) parties taking place in various camps on the lake bed. A girl can’t walk from Dandelion to Edelweiss without an oversexed, middle-aged couple welcoming her with open arms and dusty, sunbaked genitals! Many such camps also offer refuge to the weary playa bunny under the guise of a “free massage” or “free misting…” but it’s all just a ruse to get chicks into the sack – or into one of the many orgies constantly taking place. Be advised!!
3. S&M Freaks
Next, you have a sizeable contingent of S&M freaks, who make their presence known by setting up spanking camps and open-air dungeons, and by
walking around in little more than nipple clamps and Prince Alberts. Such camps lure in passing lovelies with the promise of free drinks in exchange for spankings, brandings, or the application of Burning Man tattoos to your ivory ass cheeks. Apparently it’s very liberating for the S&M crowd to be able to carry on like this in the bright light of day, instead of lurking around their usual converted-basement dungeons; the sunshine makes them bold,
so take care!
4. Furries
The fourth group of perverts is the most unsettling: the Furries, deviants who get off on pretending to be animals and humping each other. Due to the prodigious amounts of Ecstasy consumed at Burning Man, most people are walking around with a heightened sense of touchy-feeliness, and want to rub up on any soft, fuzzy thing they come across. Enter the Furries! Virtually every third person on the playa is wearing a furry vest, furry boots, raccoon tail, or fuzzy hat with animal ears. Most of them are just bean-eating E-tards enjoying the feel of the fur, but a solid minority are legitimate Furries, out to mount one another and whinny, growl and nicker into each other’s ears. Creeeepy!
5. Gurus
The last group of pervs is actually the most insidious, because they appear so artsy and benign: many of the classic Burner artsy-fartsy hippie-dippie counterculture types are actually HUGE raging sex freaks! Often, they disguise themselves as “gurus” or “self- help experts” who are there to help you “open your chakras” with a special “yoni massage” (“yoni” being alterna-spiritual-clap-trap-speak for “vagina”). Many a naïve young playa bunny falls victim to these dirty old men, myself included – I once encountered a particularly smarmy “tantric massage therapist” who persuaded me to let him massage a pulled muscle in my groin… and you can guess where that led!
Then there’s perennial favorite “Mister Orgasm,” who takes appointments in his hexayurt to demonstrate some freaky new sex tool he devised for “playa goddesses.” Exploring your sexuality is all well and good… but when you’ve been riding a bike around in 95-degree weather all week with alkaline dust in every crevice and no running water, the last thing you want is some dirty old man jamming his healing hands up your twat. Ya know?!

Now, girls…with all that being said, if you can navigate the hordes of slavering pervs, it is possible to find plenty of amazing, beautiful things out on the playa. Especially if you’ve remembered to pack your shiny burqa, pink rhinestone chastity belt and trusty Be-Dazzled stun-gun. Only then will you be able to ride around the playa virtually unmolested, actually enjoying the “art” and “music” said to be lurking somewhere amidst all the gratuitous tits, phalluses, orgies and public sex displays.
Welcome home!!!

Me and Sarah. You can read her masterpiece blog here

"The playa is a tabula rasa, a blank canvas upon which many a fantastic vision has been realized. Submarines, gigantic ducks, swimmers, fire-breathing thistles, serpents, chandeliers, grandfather clocks and balsa wood temples have emerged from the playa."

Yes, the art or art installations as they are called were all over and impressive. I know I didn't get to see all that there was. But here is some of it. I loved these pieces.
"Coyote is a steel sculpture standing 25′ tall by 24′ wide. The head is kinetic and can rotate 360 degrees. The sculpture is climbable."



This was my favorite, I called her "The Lady", I went back to her several times, she was beautiful. I am pretty sure she was called Truth is Beauty.
"Truth is Beauty by Marco Cochrane.
Truth is Beauty is the second sculpture in a three-part series featuring singer/dancer Deja Solis, the first of which was Bliss Dance (2010). For Truth is Beauty, Deja stands on her toes, head back, arms raised, in an expression of radical self-acceptance and love. She can do this because she is safe. With the female body exposed and demystified you will see past what has been objectified and used to disempower: it’s the feeling, energy, strength, power… the person that remains. These sculptures featuring women safe in the present to express themselves, are meant to help raise consciousness around violence against women, begin a healing process to make room for women’s voices, and ultimately result in a balance of energy that will allow women and men to thrive…
My intent is that these sculptures express this healing energy and inspire us to take action; to finally say enough is enough!"





This was the first one I took a pic with, I love faeries! Her name was Guardian Of Dawn.





Crash Site.





Oh and BELIEVE was amazing. So may people took pictures there.
"Laura Kimpton and Jeff Schomberg have been showcasing their Large Word Series at Burning Man for the past 4 years. Their previous installations have been MOM, OINK, LOVE and EGO. This years project, BELIEVE, returns to the iconic metal letters that have proved to be some of Burning Man’s most loved (and photographed) installations. The Large Word Series in unique in that the installations evoke so many different things for different people. Citizens of Black Rock City interpret and interact with each word on their own terms and have expressed many different emotions and feelings based on their Word experiences. BELIEVE will continue this legacy by encouraging people to contemplate what they believe, how their beliefs affect their lives and their experiences on the playa."

So by now I guess that most people have heard about the senseless killings at a mall in Nairobi. Some Islamist group claimed responsibility right away. Aaaaahhhh.....Islam, I've heard that it is supposed to be the peaceful religion. Then how come so many Muslims are out there terrorizing the world in the name of God? Or should I say Allah? Is Allah ok with this happening I wonder? The death toll in that mall shooting in Nairobi is at around 72, maybe more as I am writing this. Some of the attackers are included in that number. Are they martyrs now I also wonder. Do they get to frolic in heaven with 72 virgins? That is a lot of virgins to be having fun with, so I can see that some backwards thinking dude might think that becoming a martyr in the name of Allah is the way to go. Yes! How can you even shoot a 16 year old girl or a pregnant woman, just because.....they are not Muslims? Here is a quote from an interview from The New Yorker. “There was a pregnant woman on the floor, dead” he said. “She was hugging a man. He was also dead. I guess it was her husband.”
And this, "Survivors were claiming that after entering stores and restaurants, the gunmen told Muslims to leave. A police officer told me, “I heard these guys, they came in and asked, ‘Are you Christian?’ They shot you. ‘Are you Muslim?’ They let you go.” Maggie claims that as the gunmen shot the man on the ground, they yelled, “Allahu Akbar!”
This is exhausting. I have cried over this. Felt awful for the victims and their families and friends left behind to deal with the pain. I would feel really bad if I was a Muslim and had to try to make sense of these repeated events, killings in the name of Allah.
I know that there used to be Christian martyrs. I haven't heard of any recent ones. But I do not claim that I know of every single newsworthy event around the globe, so if you know of a recent Christian martyr or any other religion for that matter, besides Islam, please enlighten me. In Sweden we celebrate Saint Lucia on December 13, one of my favorite holidays actually. Lucia was a Christian martyr, said to have plucked out her own eyes. She did not hurt any other people, she did harm to herself. If perhaps I wanted to protest an injustice of some sort.....I would not think that I would make a difference by going into a public place with a machine gun or a bomb, gunning down or blowing up myself and whoever happened to be near me. I would maybe go on a hunger strike or set myself on fire, like I have seen reports of Buddhist monks do. But it seems like spreading the kind word of Islam or protesting something in the name of Allah means mass killings. I've heard that not all Muslims are terrorists but nearly all terrorists are Muslims. That seems like a fairly accurate statement.
Yes, I know that there are many senseless and brutal killings happening every day, all over the world, committed by all kinds of people. Like those freaks that skinned the dog alive recently, or the severely beaten and tortured pitbull that was put to sleep the other day. Now those freaks DESERVE to die, not for religious reasons but for humanitarian reasons. It is simple, do you want them to live next to you and perhaps one day snap and torture you, your child or your family pet? No, I didn't think so. But the people just massacred in that mall in Nairobi are dead simply because they were not Muslims. Like I said, the peaceful religion strikes again.
Or how about issuing fatwas on people that dare to say something against Islam? That too is a rather peaceful message right? Fatwas can be issued for any questioning or critique against Islam and you might be put on some sort of a hit list, like for example Salman Rushdie or Molly Norris. And no, I am not scared of Muslims or any other religious people for that matter. So, no I am not an Islamophobe, let's get that straight. If you conduct your life in a "normal" matter, you know without randomly killing and torturing innocent beings, then for the most part I don't have a problem with you. Of course I am aware of that there are plenty of Muslims and even personally know Muslims that fall into that category. But I am kind of against organized religion in general, so I will probably have a difference of opinion with many religious folks out there that are against abortion, against women's rights, against gays etc. And the ones that do not treat their animals well. Or throw trash in nature. Nasty behavior in general I do not agree with. But having a difference in opinions is part of living and being human, that does not grant for some senseless killings in that name of some God.

www.thereligionofpeace.com