From deep inside the spirit I wish most to encounter, I propose an annual burn in my front yard.

It should be in the dead of winter.

It should be relatively chill, too. Downtempo. Not "quiet" - but not loud, either. I have neighbors that don't burn, see.

No electric anything. Electricity is a huge crutch. Ha! *No electricity*. I just now thought that up.

Where other burns are orgiastic, I propose this oneachieve its spirit via an alternative approach - festive and insanely creaative yet ceremonially somber and ritualistically paced. Tell your friends: LOKIBURN '09 for the win: we won't have DJs and the cops might just show up, but at least we'll put great big question marks over their heads if they do.

Long before I'd ever heard of BM, I held a fire-intensive Yuletide event on some property on the outskirts of metro-Atlanta - *huge* turnout, *crazy* fun, a *helicopter* was dispatched to monitor us (whee!), and it lasted for three days. A group of women took over part of my property, became maenads, and basically kept everyone else out of the forest while they unearthed a huge collection of old glass bottles on a big table (all dug out of the ground, apparently). The cops were very cool about it, all considered.

If you can drum *really fast* while remaining *very soft* on the touch - or if you want to feel what that sounds like - let's meet up.