Entries by TATIANA

I hear a lot of people around here blurt out that they are proud to be Americans. That is all ok with me. I consider myself more of a global citizen. What surprises me is how many of the proud Americans treat their country, that they also say is the greatest on earth, like it is their personal trash can. To be proud of something also means caring for it. Right? All the trash around here is astonishing. Being a proud American is more than singing along to a country song or watching some football while drinking Budweiser and complaining about Obama. Don't trash the land that you claim you are so proud of. I can't stand people that litter. If you are an adult living in a modern country (like the US) which facilitates with various forms of garbage collections then you have no valid excuse. Shame on lazy trashy people like that. I tell people all the time not to litter when they are in my company (if they do). If you think that it makes me a bitch.....oh well, I couldn't care less and don't bother with my company and guess what, I don't like you either because you are a selfish lazy idiot that trashes the planet I live on and share with others. And trashing includes throwing cigarette butts, yes I know many do not think so.....well really they do know better but they don't care. Gross!



So yesterday I did some self appointed community service. No monetary pay involved.
The payment comes in the satisfaction of knowing that I did something good. This is what I found and gathered. It didn't take long at all and it was easy. I still have a couple of more places to de litter.





What if an animal would get tangled up in any of that or get cut on a broken glass bottle?
So yeah, if I.....a super self involved good for nothing stripper (ha ha feel the irony) can do something good then everybody in the US can. At least take your trash to the nearest trash can. Do you think you can do that? I am not going to pontificate much longer, so calm down.
I do not claim to be a saint and have never claimed to be such a thing, ever (in case you wonder or erroneously say that about me.) I have made mistakes and broken the law, more than once. Each of us lives life to their own set of morals. But when I do something bad, it involves me only, others do not have to suffer for it. And if you want even more evidence of what random trash does to this still beautiful planet, watch THIS
Even if you don't litter, watch it and think. Maybe it will make you feel, open your eyes and realize that being selfish and lazy is not the right way to be.

I'm in bed watching late night tv and reading blogs. Living the life you know! Earlier it was Jimmy Fallon, I just love him, he is cute and funny. Last night he talked about the worst songs ever, OMG it was HILARIOUS, I laughed loud and long all by myself like a lunatic, Chhaya woke up from her slumber and got excited, she thought something fun was going on.....but no.....just me laughing at/with Jimmy. He played some song called Do You Have A Garterbelt by Tony Joe White, have you heard of him? He was hot in the 80's maybe. But I need to play that song at work! That is going to be sooooo funny, I love cracking jokes at work. Right now I am watching Katie Lee and Hoda, I don't have cable in case you wonder and I know I have said it before but I love Hoda, I want her to be MY friend, she seems so genuinely nice and she is funny too. Hoda be my friend please!
So tonight after my 29 minute run......I was in the mood for pancakes. Yum.



I have all kinds of animals in my yard. Moose, caribou, rabbits, squirrels, coyotes, lynx, bigfoot......you name it. I talk to the animals and tell them that they can hang out all they want and feel safe, eat the grass and drink water from the wheel barrow, nobody will harm them (unless Chhaya goes psycho). I feed the birds and the squirrels. I love my animal friends.
A mama moose and her baby have been sleeping next to the deck for a few nights now, yesterday I had four moose here hanging out and eating the grass. Cute!





Goodnight from me!

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