Adventures with the BurningMan Power Elite! [this is a multi-part, text-y thing. It will be interesting only if you love or hate BurningMan] If you've arrived in the middle, go back to the beginning. NOTE: throughout this series, marian's writing looks like this. My writing to her looks like this. And my commentary added here, on these pages, looks like this. [Although I took a few jabs at marian in my last email, I was also clearly trying to establish a dialog to discuss things intelligently. It didn't work... here is her terse dismissal of my attempts to communicate, laced again with the 'poor me' theme I find so pathetic.] i have finally read your most recent email. i didn't see it until now, but just as happy that i didn't. hoped to find that time made it seem less harsh, but i still feel the same way. you have been needlessly harsh. If there are specific issues you'd like to have addressed I'll give you email addresses for the organizer in charge of that area. [This is exactly like the federal employee deskjob person, yelling NEXT? when you have a question she can't answer!] i hope you buy a ticket and volunteer in the future. [Of COURSE you do! You want my money and my elbow grease! FUCK YOU. I hope you'll come by and do my laundry, dressed in a chicken suit. It would carry more dignity than your email.] thank you for your comments. Maid Marian Mistress of Communication I found this feckless, self-pitying, passing-of-the-buck to be weak & unacceptable. So I took my last swing.