Recent Events:
Standard::Deviation
"The human wheel is [?could be]
a metaphor for our [?time];
(circumstances are cyclical)..."
August 14th-16th, Desert Location, 2.5hrs from LA.
Read about it here.
Refined, optimized, yet pared of extraneties; the sum of our art. This was a
private party and we asked that it not be posted to any public list. Our
loyal friends obliged us in this matter, and the music was partaken of with
much delight and minimal interruption. This time, there were no swarms of
bees and the weather was the best.
"The sleeper must awaken
into the dream." Wanderland 3
At the Audio Response Team, we looked up from our omphaloskepsis and
knew that the time is at hand. Words never understood while young now
speak clearly. The Hyperboreans beckoned us back to their
space-time. We initiated the making of music and the dreaming of
dreams. The stars shifted into alignment; we opened a portal
again to Hyperborea and brought you through to dance under the
stars. This was what we had been trying to do the first time. We
hope you had as good a time as we did.
More information is here on how it went down.
Our path wandered up out of the desert into the mountains so we followed it. As we progressed, the caravan groaned under its papyrus yoke, pulling loads of myrrh,
techno, and a valuable cargo of Truffula seedlings to replant that which had been lost. Nevertheless, we knew that we would make it to Wanderland, led by our leader, eyes blued with the spices of a far-off desert. This time in the forest, this time even better than the last time.
We arrrived on May 17, saw five moons (ours, and four of Jupiter's), camped, danced, played on the massed drums and pipes of the Alien Underground.... More info will be written as photos are collated and the sunburn fades.
Wanderland II
On September 22, we returned to Wanderland. Since that fateful day when we reëntered the city, grins on our faces and dust in our boots, we had been charting the way back.
Mendicant wanderers and caravans from afar have all had their secrets queried, their routes plotted, and their treasure uncovered. The time had come for us to load our own crates with frankincense and vinyl, steel ourselves against the irreverberate vastness, and wander the land.
Go here for further announcements concerning how it all went down. Pictures are here.
The Further Adventures of the Citrus Love Squad
Are they heroes? Are they villains? What side are you on? All that can be known for certain is that they appear as if from nowhere, shrouded in mystery; dispensing fruit, candy, and PLUR to the huddled masses. Picture Here
Hyperborea
Legend has it that Hyperborea was a mysterious land hidden behind the source of the north wind, where each summer day was as long as a year and mystical energies flowed among the people.
On the evening of June 9, 2007, we opened a portal to Hyperborea. A select group of adventurers passed through to the other side.
