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Flaming

Friday night I went to the Fire Art Festival and was in pyro heaven. Flames bursting, roaring, twisting and exploding at every turn.

The giant flaming serpent had buttons along it's body so all us pyro-wanna-bes could make various segments of the body roar with flame. In fact, they had interactive fire play throughout the entire festival. There were zen sand gardens simmering with fire which danced and played under your rake and bongos which triggered bursts of flame as you played. They even had a large screen version of Dance Dance Revolution where you wear a fire suit and flames are shot into your protected face every time you make a mistake. If there were willing to set me completely on fire, I would have done it, but the flame throwers didn't even seem to be working all that well so I moved on to more interesting things.

They had a Beverly Hillbillies type contraptions in which flames shot through pipes to play various musical sounds. They also have flames roaring up the center of a block of ice shaping a glass (or metal?) pot that was suspended inside. That's just cool shit.

The rather abstract photo above is a link to a rather abstract video of Michael and I raking the firey sand in a tiny zen garden.