Daytime. You can't escape it. There's all that light, for one thing. And after 9 am, the air is already about 90 degrees. So you seek shade, and maybe a popper with close friends.

Here are Meatcampers Margaret and Miles, on the Meatcamp Lanai.

All of this, and a healthy dose of Nick Cave blotted out the hippie crunch ululating from our neighbors at the Mind Shaft, across the street. Their installation, featuring two skeletons that once toured as props for the Grateful Dead, and excellently illustrated by the inserted photo by Miles, we called "Hey Jerry, pull my finger."

With lots of Sangria, Howard and Matisse apologized for the braying of mules, clanking of chains and roar of banshee winds booming from their theatre-level sound system every evening, until 4 am.

while down the road, The Colonel negotiated our surrender to the Martians. Ack! Ack!