Thoughts on my first Burning Man

If you spend any amount of time talking to a serious Dead Head about The Grateful Dead you will likely hear about the shows they attended, their favorite song, the times where they heard their favorite song, and some amount of band history. Dead Heads I have known were often fervent in their discussions about the band, wanting to share their particular insight into the Dead Head experience. One of the things that I felt when following the Dead was a sense of being connected to a community, and connected to the past. The Grateful Dead were one of the longest lived bands ever, and their accomplishments were incredible. If you heard a song played live that was played at the Pyramids in Egypt, you felt connected to that event even though you were not there. When they would play a rarely heard song the audience went wild; they knew how long since it was last performed, and felt connected in being there to hear it played after so long. The more you knew about the band, the more shows you had been to, the more you had experienced the more you belonged to something bigger than yourself. It didn’t take drugs to feel that sense of connection, but they certainly enhanced the group consciousness.

The Rainbow Gatherings established a similar feeling in me. It was a sense of community paired with a connection to a happier and simpler time. People would gather at the drum circle, volunteer at the communal kitchens, etc; and in doing so cement the feeling of community. The sense of group consciousness was stronger here, but so is the sense of interdependence. My first rainbow gathering was filled with so many happy coincidences that I found myself walking in a Shadow that defied statistical improbability. I felt home.

Burning Man shares many of these characteristics, but on steroids. The sense of community is incredibly strong, but not because you are dependant on each other like the communal kitchens at a rainbow gathering. Rather, it is because you stand alone against the harshness of the desert.; just like the person standing next to you. In a shared hardship you have kindred spirits. Unlike a Grateful Dead concert where everyone’s focus is the same, everyone at Burning Man comes to focus on something different. The group consciousness is more of a tapestry than a single thread. I also started off my first evening at Burning Man by walking right up to someone I had hoped to see there but who had assured me that it was too big of a place for us to ever see each other. That was the first of many happy coincidences there.

There is also a high level of embracing technology at Burning Man; not only to survive, but to create acts of high art and pure whim. Where Rainbow Gatherings and Grateful Dead shows feel like they were connecting me to the past, Burning Man was a brightly lit road to the future. I saw more electroluminescent wire at Burning Man than I had seen at all up until then, as well as Road Warrior style art cars, and even a giant robot with flamethrowers for arms (that worked!). Perhaps embracing is not the right word; how about ‘reveling in’? 🙂

Most people need community. They find it in their family, religion, clubs, jobs, etc; they find it in common interests, beliefs, tasks. It’s wired into our hindbrains. Man is a communal creature. Those same people who won’t look you in the eye while walking down the street, and who look away rather than return a smile, go home to their families or their clubs or their churches and feel safe in their controlled community.

Burning man gives you community, but challenges you in its diversity; as opposed to comfort in commonality. It is techno-geek paradise, even if you choose to live it simply. It is freedom like you have never felt before, and it is responsibility like you have never felt before. You take your life in your own hands going there, but you’ll be too inspired to create to notice how much effort you are putting into staying alive.

I have come back feeling more inspired than I have in several years. I have ideas for a multi-level geodesic dome for Haus Boheme BRC, a techno-mage staff made with EL wire, and even some ideas for an art car or two. Dusty and Danger have a lead on a bus for me, and the idea of tricking one out again really has me stoked. I have a lot to learn, and now I feel a reason to do so. I’ve already signed up for one class at The Crucible, and I wish Dan were here to teach me welding.

A friend of mine asked me what Burning Man was like. When I couldn’t find the words she got a little pissy, and told me that I didn’t need to treat her like she didn’t get it. She said that even though she had never been, it had been explained to her and she ‘got it’. I applaud her. I have only gone once. I have scratched only the surface. I can’t say that I ‘get it’ yet. But I will; even if it takes me a few decades, theme camps and art cars!

Ghostwheel of Black Rock City

Copy this driver!!!!

Final thoughts, and warning: So, Windows XP was the OS of choice back when I wrote this post. I have no idea whether this driver works on any newer Windows operating systems, and I have no intention of trying. I’m leaving this driver up, because I said I would in the post; but if you use it, know that you are doing so at your own risk.

I have a USB adapter to serial adapter. I bought it because Sony stopped including serial ports on the VIAO laptops a couple of generations back and I needed a serial port for my Palm, my GPS and for accessing the console port on Cisco hardware. The one I bought is a Micro Innovations USB610A, which is really a Prolific USB to Serial adapter, which appears to use a Realtek chip-set. It works. I like it. I lost the CD.

Between those three companies, you would think I could find a copy of the driver on-line. You see, this is one of those devices that never had a big enough market share to get included with the multitude of Microsoft supported devices whose drivers can be pulled from Windows Update when they are first plugged in. So, I go to the website for Micro Innovations, and while they have drivers for many of their other gadgets this one doesn’t have a driver available for download. Next step, Google… I find a couple of posts about the driver, two from the same site, and they give a tip on how to download the driver from the Micro Innovations website. It doesn’t work anymore. CGI timeout on the server side. I go back to the posts, and there is a link to an alternate copy of the driver; but I have to register with some site of which I have never heard before last night. Hmmm… Back to Google, Yahoo, Alta Vista… OK, I register. LOTS of annoying ads. Give me the damn driver… They send a confirmation email to the one-time address I created for Johnny Smeg, a 12 year old girl. (If they retained my registration information after I put my age in as 12 they are in violation of federal law.) I use the link in the confirmation email, and they run me through the same annoying ads… Bastards!

Finally! I have the driver for the USB610A USB -> Serial adapter from Micro Innovations and/or Prolific. It is in a file named USB610A.EXE and I will always have it available here for anyone who ever needs it. No annoying registration required.

What would [insert xtian diety] do?

I remember this book that I read when I was in high school. It was long, sometimes boring, sometimes kinky, it had plot lines that went all over this place, a central character who went through a complete personality switch, and five different accounts of the last days of one character. It read a lot like a Quentin Tarantino movie plays out. The central character of the first half of the book is a major badass. He is The Sopranos on steroids of galactic dosage. He kicks his kids out of the house the first time they disobey him, and then he rags on their decedents constantly rubbing it in how they will never live up to his standards. He leaves people stranded in the desert, and was legendary for sending small numbers of trained troops to take out entire cities. Then he has a mid-life crisis, gives himself a personality overhaul and decides to have another kid. Then he pulls a Howard Hughes and hides himself away, only speaking to the world through his son. His son is as mild mannered as they come. He doesn’t want to be anything like the stories of his old man. He/s so mild mannered that people are always trying to trick him into telling them it is OK to disobey his father. He may be mild mannered, but he isn’t stupid. He tells people to pay their taxes to the feds, even though they accept his father as the big kahuna. When a gang of vigilantes want him to join in on some raging justice he shames them into going home. The only time he loses his cool is when he finds that some people are trying to turn his old man’s house into a circus complete with caged animals for sale and carnies trying to take the tourists for all they are worth. The son gets hung out to dry and killed, saying that he is doing it so his old man will someday spare them even though they are being such wanks. The climax of the book is an end of the world sequence, but it comes off like Jacob’s Ladder and you don’t know where reality ends and the hallucinations begin.

Like most best-sellers this book has a lot of devoted readers. People even take classes to understand its more subtle nuances. I read it, and I remember a fair chunk of it, but I didn’t buy into it being the end-all-be-all book of knowledge. So, in my world view I don’t feel like a hypocrite if I don’t live up to the ideals espoused in this book; any more than I feel the need to live up to Ayn Rand’s ideals in Atlas Shrugged.

Some people though have made this book their religion. It’s their Bible, their code of conduct, their written record of how their God wants them to live. Why is it so many people who claim that haven’t bothered to read the Cliff Notes, let alone the whole book? When someone claims to believe The Bible is the word of their God then I feel I have every right to call them a hypocrite if they live contrary to the ideals taught in that book.

In the United States we have a lot of hypocrites. We have stadium sized “churches” that are run like circuses, and make the money changers that upset Jesus look like kids with lemonaid stands. The ringmasters are the worst, as they have built their empires in the houses of their Gods. (I say it pleural because if you listen to them they all seem to be worshiping someone different. It’s hard to tell, since they have stripped their God of it’s name and they only call it by title.) They profess to worship a God of love and forgiveness, and then they urge their followers to support their government that kills for oil. They can’t be following the same book I read.

Then there is Pat Roberson. Pat Roberson founded an organization called “Christian Coalition of America”. On that alone I would assume that he believes himself to be a follower of the mild mannered character I described above; but I’d be wrong. Pat Roberson lives in backwards land. Where Jesus said “turn the other cheek” Pat Roberson says “We don’t need another $200 billion war to get rid of one, you know, strong-arm dictator,” he continued. “It’s a whole lot easier to have some of the covert operatives do the job and then get it over with.” Pat Roberson was talking about the president of Venezuela and he also said “It’s a whole lot cheaper than starting a war … and I don’t think any oil shipments will stop.

Have you seen the bumper stickers that say “What would Jesus do?” I think he’d fly into a rage and tear down Pat Roberson’s empire. Here is a “man of god” who is more worried about whether oil shipments will stop than whether he goes against the teachings of the God about whom he preaches? Sounds like a politician, not a preacher, to me. Hit him where it hurts: Strip him of his religious tax exempt status and make him conform to campaign finance laws. (Jesus did say to pay unto Ceaser what is Ceaser’s, but that’s another teaching that gets ignored.) Maybe that would finally shut him up.

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