Ugh! The late writer Edward Abbey likened Buckmiester Fuller's creation to so many fungal spores. This is reminiscent of all those Whole Earth catalogs from the 60s: Most of who's readers are now driving Volvos and worrying about their kid's industrial music tastes and Goth wardrobes. I am RECYCLING my cardboard and putting the proceeds in a big old pickle jar towards a traditional Yurt, with romanian kelims, samovar and my SMLE leaning against a sack of beans and rice. I attended the early Burning Man's. I much prefer coyotes and desert hermits stopping by on burros like some B.Traven novel <img src="/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />