It’s been yet another fucking crazy bunch of months, with the insanity ranging from the arrival of the shark, his subsequent and unpleasant break-up-confusion-insanity with his girl Andrea, my first full summer in Vancouver, our weekend loaded bike-touring missions, and trying to plan and organize a camp for Burningman, complete with shade structures and a kitchen, for a dozen people. After the long, drawn-out winter, I have to say that this onslaught of activity is a welcome situation, as it provides much-needed distraction for my fairly limited social reality out here. The truth is, that despite how busy I am, and how completely stoked I am that Mark is now living out here, I’m still incredibly homesick, and the rich social tapestry that I enjoyed over my last year or two in Toronto is sorely absent here.

But I’ve bitched about that quite enough, thankee very much.

Anyhow, rather than continue to ramble and kvetch, I’m going to embed some footage of the Belgian Waffle, a giant structure build out of lumber by 98 Belgians last year at burningman. Just watching this video makes me antsy… I can’t wait to be back on the playa…