Grew tired of Burning Man when my foot pain wasn't decreasing as much as I'd hoped, and I'd seen almost all the old friends and made some new ones. I waited at the exit with a sign that read "L.A." but accepted a ride to Sacramento from a New Yorker named Elvin. It wasn't a good decision economically speaking, but one can never know the potential value in a new acquaintance.
I'm now in line for the night bus to L.A., after a few beers at Three Monkeys and Capitol Garage. I just finished reading Urban Tribes. It didn't give me any solid ideas on how to transform a nation-state into an association of tribes, but was good food for thought nonetheless.
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