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Adrian's First Ever Rant - 1995
Let it be
known that the only time I ever do a âzine is when I come out to the Black Rock
Desert. It is my annual ritual for the Burning
Man festival. Last year, I produced Dreaming
Burning Man, a small collection of
dreams that I had had about the Man. This year, I decided to do something
different.
Piss Clear was originally meant as a
sort of irreverent survival guide to the Black Rock Desert. Its title is
derived from the single most important survival tip I could think of:
Drink enough water so that you piss clear.
But over
the past few months, the âzine mutated.
Oh sure, there are still a few tips and tricks scattered throughout these
pages. But itâs now mostly just a myriad of lists, blurbs, and rants to sift
through. It just sort of happened that way.
Part of the
reason I do a âzine every year is so I can meet people. You know, the
whole ãicebreakerä thing. Yes, it may
be shameless, but itâs also a lot of fun.
Besides, Piss Clear gives myself and a few
friends the opportunity to communicate ideas and opinions÷an opportunity that
we, perhaps, would not otherwise be privy to. Penetrating the established
old-school boysâ club oligarchy that runs most of Black Rockâs media outlets is something I have neither the money nor
resources to do.
Practically
all of Black Rockâs radio stations are owned and operated by the same
multi-national conglomerate. And with the increasing amount of
ãfluff-journalismä that the officially-sanctioned, Burning Man-approved Black
Rock Gazette tries to pass off as ãnews,ä it becomes obvious that alternative
media outlets are sorely needed. Piss
Clear, among other things, is one of those outlets.
Where to find us
If you
would like more copies of this âzine, or if you just want to stop by and say
hi, look for us on the outskirts of camp. Follow the Burning Manâs left arm out
past the last porta-potty, and there you will find the tiny suburb of Xanadu.
Look for the Xanadu Tree, a bright, reflective, eight-foot tall, spindly metal
structure growing out of the playa. Standing nearby is the Flaming Man, which
you can read more about on page 6. Oh yeah, there should also be a blue dining
tarp set up. If you end up in ShantyTownú (details also on page 6), then youâve
gone too far.
But look
for me. Iâm the cute, short, grrrlish freak with the shaved wedge orange hair,
and Iâll probably be wearing a black dress and Hollywood-starlet sunglasses.
And Iâm not nearly as pretentious as that must sound. Really! So enjoy!
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