Burning Man time in Nevada. Again. Some of us are just too old, too tired, or too cranky to drag ourselves into the desert to play. But hey! We can have our own festival.
Put on an Incredible String Band CD, and invite your friends over for a slumber party. Buy lots of Pop Tarts, ice cream and potato chips (that's to get the parched desert thing going.)
Wait till it is really, really late, and you and your chums are really, really thirsty and somewhat addled with sugar, then pop in a DVD of The Wicker Man. It has to be the original 1973 version. My son Theo turned me on to this cult classic. And it would take me all day to explain all the ways in which I love this insanely pagan movie. For that matter, something about it seems weirdly relevant today....You in, Jim Wolcott?