From dnalounge.com:
So at one point, John and I were picking our way across the steeply-angled roof, and he said, “wow, this is so much like being back at Burning Man: it’s dark, it’s cold, we’re filthy, we’re trying not to trip on something and die, we’re out here with a laptop trying to debug the network, and there’s loud bass thumping from somewhere nearby.”
Perfect.