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Not all burning experiences are good ones. Here is the story of one of the bad ones, of how people I had never met before helped me through it, and what I learned from the experience.
I can literally feel my pulse quickening as the last few miles skim by. At this point I'm part of a grand caravan, some 2 dozen cars and trucks all pointed toward Black Rock City, the temporary community that Burning Man calls home...
About as close as you can come to describing Burning Man. Contains photos from 1999. And see the BMY2k follow-up page at: http://g-na.org/bman2k.html
Sebbo waxes pompous and incoherent again. And this time, it's not even short. Lightly illustrated.
the title says it all
A party for the senses and spirit, a step away from the regular world and into a community supported by creativity, gift economy, and dust.
A semi-daily report on creating on the Playa, mostly focusing on the crew at the Sultan's Oasis and the creation of The Temple.
This is something that is hard to describe. In a pentagon shaped area, one and half miles on each of the five sides, 30,000 people camped on the flat, desert plya. But there are no lines, no real crowds. See, all 30,000 have brought their own food and water, and there is nothing for sale. So no ...
San Francisco gay sports writer's take on the unique combination of drag and athleticism at Burning Man 2K and comparatively, the 2000 Olympics.
Essays in words and pictures of my experiences at Burning Man 1997 through 2003
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