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As I wake, and run through my cycles, checking email is part of the run. Two things regarding running man showed up in my in-box. The first was quite fun to deal with. Perhaps I shouldn't 'encourage the lad', especially after a bit of sipping. But actually, stone cold sober for my part, I see... the possibilities. It is most enjoyable discussing this event. Hmm, this will be the first... planned in advance... event I have ever attended in my life. The parties I discussed were often spur of the moment and I was simply picked up if I was available and interested (almost always the latter). I have not even been to a rock concert. Weird, I know, but... yeah.
The other email could have gotten under my skin. Thankfully I am awake enough to have grabbed snark, anger, and such, and set them aside in order to deal with the situation, I think, more fruitfully, for my part. As I wrote, however, what they decide is no skin off my nose. I had attempted to join a local network of people who have and are planning to go to Burning Man, people here in Utah. My email had been return, seemingly rejected. I left it there. Then, this morning, I get another rejection mail as follows:
Your request to the utah-announce mailing list
Subscription request
has been rejected by the list moderator. The moderator gave the
following reason for rejecting your request:
"Who are you and why do you want to be a part of us?"
Any questions or comments should be directed to the list administrator
at:
My response follows:
I am going to Burning Man this year, as a first timer. And, I don't
know that I do want to be a part of your group, or any other group. I
don't know you yet. Still, the only way to find out is to join and see
for myself. As to who I am, well... I'm me? More would be too much
without context, if I doubt I could offer less. As I don't know you,
you can't know me, without... some association. But that is quite up to
you. No skin off my nose, either way. Good day.
Hrumph! Your father was a hamster and your mother smelled of elderrrrrberries! Ah, but I so enjoy such. It is more fun than any threat to my need for collectivism, for I have no such need. Well, okay, that might be... pushing it a bit. Change out love and put in groupthink, collectivism, herd-mentality, etc. But... it tain't too far off the track, push come to shove.
I've never been to a rock concert proper, unless you count the Trans-Siberian Orchestra's Christmas thingy, plus one other--their Beethoven's Last Night play (abyssmal). Been to plenty of other concerts from jazz to roots and folk, flamenco, etc.
ReplyDeleteAah. Let the snobs have their little cliques. We be a clique of two at present.
What I mean is I have never been to anything you buy tickets for in advance, save a few theater events. Hmm, actually, only one non-local event, the official troupe put on Cats, which is where I took my last lady friend for our first date. I am not absolutely sure I had met her yet, before that. Seen her, maybe, once, maybe? That is it. Although, even that could be said to have been local as I had less than a few miles to drive, including picking up my date, to go see the show.
ReplyDeleteThen again, I have driven hundreds and thousands of miles, on many occasions, to go meet with people, nearly drown in rivers, discuss issues, and such. Weird, really. Ozzypolluza had been a serious threat to getting me somewhere.
I guess, as I sometimes feel about Christians I feel about my fellow rockers. I love the music, the fellowship? Not always so much. I think, on this score, I would stick with the Christians. *grins* You know how they always say there is always "one" in the crowd? Yeah, from what I have seen, those ones all collect to go to rock concerts. Just... saying.
I do wonder about this at Black Rocks... Time will tell.