Camper Bios - 2012

 

  RobertSere Robert Maddox ("Robert" will do for anglophones)
Age: 37

Where do you call home? Ooo toughie... I'd have to say home is where I find family: either by blood, law or choice. I'm rooted more in relationships than locales.

Been to Burning Man before? No, I'm a playa virgin

Why Burning Man? Back in 2005, I found out about the Burning Man event through an acquaintance, and after reading about it online, I decided to go "someday". Well, soon after there was a heart attack followed by a stroke then a divorce. Needless to say, I corkscrewed a little sideways for awhile, but after a bit, I found some equilibrium and decided that I'd go in 2010 as a "spaced odyssey". No plans how I was going to afford it, get there, survive or get back, just a definitive date rather than "someday".

For the next five or so years I talked it up with whomever I figured would like to come with me, and in the mean time found a new career in medical massage therapy rather than the computer programming I'd done before. Turns out I've some talent for it and things started coalescing. 2010 found me a few years into exploring alternative lifestyles, including polyamoury and BDSM (Of course, I'd always secretly envied the lunar families in Heinlein's "The Moon is a Harsh Mistress" - I'd just never knew that was a real relationship alternative!) and putting my much planned for trip to the burn on hold to get married to my delightful Fearecia. That's all right though - we'll both be coming to the Festival this year, and It'll probably be worth seven years of wishful thinking.

Volunteer on the Playa? Not yet.

Toughest thing: Loss of memory. You know how ubiquitous computers have become? My laptop recently had a hard drive crash and I lost lots of "external memory" in the form of pictures, poems, music and the like. About five years worth. It's interesting to experience that sudden vacancy again - that helplessness in the face of loss. Memories are the most ephemeral form of "stuff" and it's tough to re-realize that "stuff" just isn't that important. It's incredibly freeing, to get rid of your "stuff" and start anew, but the existential comfort that owning things, even if they're just memories, can still have a deleterious effect on our perception of limitless horizons.

Best thing: Realizing that every wall and roadblock, when turned 90 degrees becomes a frame for focusing on possible horizons. That and really bad puns. Ooo: or a well told tall tale, I LOVE those!