These turned up in my 2002 files. Some are from the playa; some from the commute back to desk-life after.
hi i’m your greeter
potty, litter, water, vids
any first timers?
trance music all night
can you turn that damned thing down
sunrise, time for bed
someone took my bike
what to do? guess I’ll just
borrow another
port-a-pottie line
waiting for one to open
bang! my turn to poop.
cruising the playa
pieces of junk everywhere
matter out of place
the temple of joy
dinosaur puzzle pieces
I weep with respect
now i’m back at work
but instead of working, i
read the eplaya
2002. The greeter haiku reflects an actual shift — Fred volunteered as a greeter at the gate. “eplaya” was the Burning Man email list and web forum, which was absolutely not safe to read at your desk.