![]() 20060914 Burning Man in Hindsight
![]() On the red-eye flight back from Burning Man, I started to feel something awful. Scratchy throat and fever. That kind of thing. Aside, I might as well tell you about the end of the flight now, which is unrelated to Burning Man or me getting sick : We landed at JFK at 7:30am on the Tuesday after Labor Day. As we're slowing to a halt, the pilot announces that our gate is not ready and that we need to keep our seatbelts on tight. No big deal. Then, after a while, we pull into the gate and the pilot comes on again: "Ladies and Gentlemen, please remain seated with your seatbelts fastened. We need to perform a special gate operation that will require another few minutes. Again, please stay seated." So, I'm occupied watching the baggage unload from the conveyor until I hear some huddling up front. I look up to see two uniformed cops chatting with flight attendants, and I'm thinking that one of my fellow passengers included something not-so-legal in their bag home to New York. I look 10 rows back to see Jake's reaction, and there's two tree-trunk-looking federal agents pulling a Middle Eastern man out of his seat! This is unreal. They had boarded from the back of the plane to surprise this guy! All I am thinking is that I can't believe they have federal agents like this -- it's not TV make-believe! They wore suits and looked like they could really mess you up bad if they were provoked, etc. One of them was even the stereotypical cool black cop on the Force, with dreads and everything. Anyway, so they pull this guy out of his seat, and a woman who was sitting a few seats behind him -- she looks of Persian persuasion, too -- and escort them off. Soon after, a short, bald, not-so-intimidating guy follows them with his carry-on luggage. Jake later tells me that this was the air marshall on board. We had an air marhsall! Not knowing that this was so common, I thought it was incredibly cool that our flight was so specially guarded. The ordeal ends when they have us exit the plane single file so that agents can look at our faces. Over the proceeding week, I checked CNN daily waiting for a news story. Nothing ever popped up. This means that the sting operation was so secret and sensitive that no can ever know about it OR the guy just got drunk and loud and the air marshall racially-interpreted his behavior as terrorizing, and upon realizing his mistake, no one was charged with a crime. ANYWAY, that sinus and respiratory infection that I felt stirring earlier in the flight has since wiped me out. So, I've been in bed. And, also at jury duty. But that's a whole other post. I've been putting off writing something about my weekend out West for a couple of reasons and in the meantime I've stopped posting entries altogether because I didn't want people to think I was just going to skip a Burning Man update, so I just went dark! The reasons, by the way, were that I was waiting for Jake to post his pictures and movies so I could link to them (but he still hasn't done it, so screw that) and I was busy. So here's the deal with Burning Man: You have to see it for yourself. And if it's any encouragement to you, I plan to go back next year. The only thing I can explain is my misconception before going, and explain what I plan to do differently next year. Hopefully then you can go and get away without making any Freshman mistakes. First, PLEASE look through at least 10 pages of these photos. It gives you a pretty clear idea of what kind of people, environment, and artwork I experienced at Burning Man. Second, my buddy Nick Gray sent me these questions when I got back. I think it makes sense to share with everyone: How many total hours were you at Burning Man?So, the biggest mistake I made was thinking that I could just show up. I mean I could, and I did, but that's not the best way to do it. You need to have plan because it's just like showing up to New York without a job or place to live: Sleeping on a couch is no where near as good as having your own apartment. Simply, you won't enjoy Burning Man if you're there just to watch, which in this case is essentially mooching. You should bring something to add to the community (whether it be art or craft or service) because participation, as I realized, is essential to the event's purpose and success. We pulled into Burning Man at 4am, in the dark, and by the time we found our reserved spot, the sun had begun to pop up and exhausted Burners (their word for themselves, not mine) were walking back to their camps after a long night of partying. So we found ourselves alone in the shell of this giant tent city. We rode our bikes out onto the desert expanse to explore the sculptures (video). When we got back to the city, we were confused about what to do. Should we sleep? Or not -- because everything could start back up in an hour or two? So we stayed up, ate a quick breakfast, and started walking around. Imagine a post-apocalyptic Manhattan that has been relocated to the desert (you can make up your own reasons for why it was moved; I am imagining that African killer bees finally reached New York and was subsequently uninhabitable) -- it's humongous, well-organized and plots of land vary in use between camps, bars, performance spaces, restaurants and sculptures. And there is block after block after block of it. So like any city, sometimes when you walk past a bar, for example, you go inside. And you order a drink. But how do you do that here? .... Money isn't allowed. It's a gift economy, which I should point out is different from bartering. At Burning Man, you should give without expecting to get something in return. But, still, when we went to the bar tents, I just felt so awkward. Do I ask for something? Or wait to be given something? This anxiety persisted for a day! And it caused me to feel so much like a lame tourist. It took me this much time to realize that everything in the city is essentially communal. If I wanted something, within reason, I could expect to share it, if I was respectful and nice, etc. It was difficult to shake the habits of not-being-born-at-Burning-Man, where there is no such thing as private property and pretty much everyone is genuinely up for having a conversation with you. I learned to interact, to build relationships and to share everything I had. Speaking of, a huge big mistake I made was bringing the kinds of gifts I brought. I packed lots of what I would refer to as 'fun crap' like a rubber snake, the wearable horse head, googly-eyed sunglasses, my giant hulk fist that doubles as a beer coozy, etc. I figured PEOPLE AT BURNING MAN WILL BE SO CRAZY AND THEY WILL LOVE THIS STUFF. Well, I was right. People are Burning Man are crazy, but they also brought lots of their own fun crap. There was a surplus of FUN CRAP, and all that people really wanted was food, water, beer, etc. So, I will return next year packed with only useful things like beef jerky and boxes of Capri Sun, as well as arm myself with a plan to participate in the community, in a way that will lend itself to me being useful and help me make meaningful relationships with people. I was thinking: My biggest issue this year was that my bike busted the first day I used it. And bikes are absolutely necessary at Burning Man. Don't plan on going without one ... there is just so much needing-to-get-around. So, next year, I want to return a truck full of bike parts and a bunch of eager friends to create a bike camp where Burners can go to get their broken chains and flat tires repaired. There are probably several already, but I didn't see any, and if Burning Man can learn anything from Manhattan, maybe it's that every corner needs a deli. Let me know if you want in. Related stuff: A few photos of mine on Flickr. Videos on Vimeo (be sure to check out the ones of the actual burning of the Man) 10
Comments:
andrew said... Burning Man sounds like an interesting experiment, but at the same time it seems overly wasteful and environmentally un-conscience. There seems to be an enormous amount of wood expended for the many structures (I understand some will be donated) that exist only to be burned some days later. Is this wastefulness really a necessary component of this form of art? Art and expression should be promoted; there is no doubt about that. Much of this festival, however, seems contrary to the underlying purpose. 1:34 AM jeff said... finally! 1:59 AM Nick said... This was a nice post to read over breakfast. Thanks for answering my questions. Count me in for your camp at Burning Man in 2007. 7:33 AM C. said... What a great recap -- thanks for sharing! You have inspired me to really look into going next year (friends and I have talked about it for years, but have never made it out). Sounds like a once in a lifetime experience. 9:21 AM Mareen said... I still feel like I haven't understood the whole thing entirely, but I loved reading your post this morning as well. 10:58 AM sarah said... I think the bike garage is a great idea! I am just starting bike construction research, and I just made a bike trailer from a jogging stroller. http://www.flickr.com/photos/sarahshevett/242205257/ I know you don't know me from Gandhi, but I'd love to be in on your idea. We will be driving to Burning Man (our first!)so I can bring tools and a welder/ generator. My husband is an excellent bike mechanic. I'm hoping to have my Jimmy Woods http://www.smallcarplans.com/jimmywoods.htm done by then. 3:20 PM said... i like that you call them "mutant vehicles". i've only ever heard them referred to as art cars. and it's too bad about the horse head. i'm sure that you can wear it to a party or two in the wintertime here. you could make it a unicorn and use it for the horned ball! andrew, perhaps the underlying purpose is not what you think it is. perhaps burning man is actually a ritual sacrifice originally started by the illuminati hundreds of years ago in order to keep some vicious beast at bay while we humans frolic on the earth. perhaps the whole point of burning man is, indeed, to burn a man - or at least an ephigee of one. it's not about art and expression - mutant vehicles and costumes and installations are just a cover-up. perhaps not. something to think about, though. lovely post, zach. i'm especially fond of your epiphany, and i'm quite glad that you shared it with us. 9:45 PM Jordan said... Dear Zach, Can I be a mechanic? I have experience. Jordan 12:50 AM trying2hide said... Hi Zach. I picked you up on FWOb with Nathan a long while ago. I have a tip for you. Take it as you will.. from an radio jock u met while at WANE check our this blog: http://intransitive.org/blog.html Just an FYI nice blog BTW 8:06 AM Fabian said... plan me in as well... 8:54 AM Post a Comment |
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![]() Hi, I'm Zach. I grew up in Fort Wayne, Indiana and graduated from Wake Forest. After college, I moved to Manhattan to get serious about a company I ran with friends. We sold it to Barry Diller's InterActiveCorp in 2006. I just wrapped up with a project I co-founded called Vimeo and left CV to focus on being a twenty-five year old. I have another blog called Copy and Taste, where I post about learning to cook. I live in Brooklyn now. Del.icio.us My Flickr Me on Flickr Last.fm Linked in MySpace Netflix History Vimeo Amir Blumenfeld Chris Bodenner Mareen Fischinger Fort Wayne Observed Nick Gray Hype Machine Jake and Amir Jakob Lodwick Oh My Rockness Jonathan Marcus Youngna Park Megan Scheminske Eliot Shepard Shorpy Signal vs. Noise Alex Soth Stereogum Ricky Van Veen Khoi Vinh Eugene Wyatt Postal Skype SMS (via AIM) |