September 07, 2005

Burning Man: Psyche - the Conscious, the Subconscious and the Unconscious

Burning Man

ah yeeeessss, my friends, an outrageously glorious excursion to the playa!

20th anniversary of The Burn, and black rock city was BUZZIN'.

there's a strong connect out there in the dessert. everything's electric. i mean, tricked out electric. and alive. so alive.

and yet there's no electricity. and next to no living things. an occasional moth perhaps. and the good luck dragonfly who selectively dive bombs the chosen few.

one guy said he saw a bird once. but he changed his story thrice under cross examination.

be that as it may.

it's the people. super creative, curious, communal people. getting it on in the middle of nowhere. brilliant.

yep, this year was clever.

Burning Man

we blasted into black rock city wednesday morning and threw down our camp on ego around 8:25 (props to our early settlers who styled us with premo real estate).

and then everthing went dark...

Burning Man


ROOKIES... let it be said: this year's freshman contingent was strong. SO STRONG. we had a recruiting class like you dream about, and it mattered.

Burning Man

after you've been to the playa a few times, the sight of a fire breathing gorilla on stilts barely raises an eyebrow. that's where the rookies come in. fresh off the boat, it's all new to them. their enthusiasm fuels the fire. but more than that, this year's crew brought skillz, drive, and pizazz. a privledge to piggy back on their first ride.

Burning Man

ART INSTALLATIONS... man, the art was back this year. big time.

Burning Man

all sorts of cool stuff to check out, from the passage to the boulder and everthing in between. cheers to the gifted out there who make the effort.

Burning Man

Dicky took the prize for my personal favorite. this cat built a shack the size of a dormroom and lived on the playa with four glass walls for all to see. didn't go out once, ala the boy in the plastic bubble. my, oh my. can't wait to get my Free Dicky! bumper sticker.

THEME CAMPS... 477 or so theme camps, all of them with a different angle. yoga, yogurt, ice, ice cream, war, warlocks. it would take a month to visit them all. or a year.

Burning Man

the deep end ruled again this year and remains the best happy hour on the playa, if not the planet.

Burning Man


ART VEHICLES... a dobule decker caboose, a ferris wheel, a flame throwing grapefruit, and two darting cup cakes. and that just captures what i saw on one trip to the bathroom.

Burning Man

one of these years we need to have an art car of our own. something to shoot for.

Burning Man


THE TEMPLE... the temple downsized this year. and god damn if that wasn't exactly perfect.

Burning Man

the temple's been a dominant force the last few years. bigger and grander each year. rife with meaning. the temple's the new man, some said. many felt. but what's the temple all about? life... honoring, remembering life. whatcha gonna do next should never be a question. the temple the size of a doll house weighs the same. let the man have his day. long live the temple. and shine on brother duffy. shine on.

Burning Man


THE MAN... yes, yes, the man went down. as he must. has to... so we can do it again next year. save the man, burn dicky.

Burning Man

but did you see how he caught himself after the first push? cockeyed but still cocksure. goin' down, but not without a good long stare, deep deep into the our souls. i'll see you on the other side, my friend.

Burning Man


SUNRISE SALOON... but really, this was the year of the saloon.

Sunrise Saloon

think outter playa. and then keep going. you know, out by the boundary. due east. where the sun also rises.

Sunrise Saloon

bitches, i'm normal

not a whole lot to it. doorframe, bar to the right, card table to the left. key ingredients: western doors. crickety sign. whiskey.

and, oh hot mama, it was jelly.

whiskey, whiskey, and whiskey

our first visitor trickled in during set up. should have snapped a picture. never really expected to get more than a few stragglers given our remote locale.

one for the road

officially, the saloon was open from 5am til 8am (more or less).

but there were no officials. and open just meant you were there.

and with a capacity of 40,000, we had room to breathe.

the first night we left a bottle of jack on the bar with two shot glasses.

next morning, the jack was gone. and a nice bulbous bud was left as a tip.

and morning 1 was... a surprise. we were not alone on the fringe.


charlie, what's the special?

shot and a carrot

it was cold that first morning. cold in that the two mile ride to the saloon was cold.

Sunrise Saloon

but fun. and fun and fun and fun.

no burners

and things spiraled on from there.

an organism was born, and a life of its own ensued.

in retrospect, we lost control of the saloon the second we put her down. bigger, Bigger, BIGGER than us.

ladies morning

morrning 2 was rowdy roddy piper.

Sunrise Saloon

regulars surfaced. rituals formed. and it was right f-ing on.

Sunrise Saloon

but alas, paddywhacks or consequences?


Sunrise Saloon

battle stories galore. good ones. trump cards, depending on the company. a few casualties along the way. but happy endings for all. thankfully.

Sunrise Saloon

uh, so, whiskey, whiskey, and whiskey. what got ya?


ah ha.

A-corn and i rode out to the saloon late friday night, but we couldn't find her. we were just trolling the outter playa coming up empty. hey, let's ask these folks, "have you seen the sunrise saloon?"

oh, well, yes. it's right over there.

bunch of jackasses. of course the well-lit entity they were pointing toward couldn't be the saloon. we only have one light at the saloon.

and it flickers at best.

but ok, let's go see.

a closer look, and oh my. a chuck wagon. with a generator. and xmas lights all over the bar. the saloon is decked out. and shining.

you' ve been here for 5 hours?

topless girls dancing on the bar?

shots of hams?

did he say hams.

i've got tools

day 3 was the biggest.

Sunrise Saloon

pumpin, pimpin, double decker sweetness.


and that's right, wisconsin, with that deep ten gallon lid. serve 'em up.

and ride the snake... to the finish line day 4.

Sunrise Saloon

use the door

and a 15 foot character on stilts did just that. and if i ever find that disposable camera, i'll have proof.

yes, yes, and yes.

shout out, good patrons, wherever you may be.

Sunrise Saloon

and stay out


sobering news upon arrival back in reality. a smacking Katrina of a hurricane punished th Big Easy.

not good.

and how to reconcile in the wake of the ludicrous debachery we just experienced?

of course you can't.

but we care. we care from the heart.

an article in the sf chronicle actually addressed the issue head on. and the scribe, mark morfor, shaped it right.

life is fleeting. get it when you can. as best you can:

    Burning Man is nothing if not all about the celebration of life, the illuminaion of the spirit and the glittery determination of the human soul to find raw joy in the world no matter what...

more. more. more of that.

Posted by bojon at September 7, 2005 09:23 PM