community at burning man: a newbie’s perspective

Last week I had the opportunity to participate (for the first time) in Burning Man, wherein I camped out in the desert for a week with 70,000 or so other like-minded folks who collectively instantiated a ‘creative, connected, thriving society,’ if only for a brief moment. Burning Man made a big impression on me because of the sense of community I experienced there, which was unlike anything I’ve encountered before and which has inspired me to dive deeper into community building out here in the ‘default world,’ as burners call it.

Me just before the man burned on Saturday night

If you’ve heard of Burning Man, you might think of it as a music festival, or an art festival, or a bacchanalian orgy of drugs and sex in the desert. Burning Man does contain all these things, but none of them are essential to it. From my perspective as a first-timer, what makes Burning Man go and probably what has sustained it for decades is its radical idea of community, and the commitment of virtually all its participants to that idea.

what is community?

I’ve recently been reading about the power and untapped potential of communities. In particular The Abundant Community by John McKnight and Peter Block lays out a framework of requirements for the creation of communities made of neighborhoods and families that provide a lot of what people have grown accustomed to buying or contracting out in a consumerist society: health, safety, environmental stewardship, food, raising of children, and care for the elderly and marginalized. McKnight and Block describe “universal properties” of abundant or “competent” communities:

  • The giving of gifts – every member of a community has skills or resources to offer to the community, and they share their gifts freely
  • The presence of association – we can amplify gifts from community members by forming associations to support things like parks, schools, music, etc
  • The compassion of hospitality – strangers and the marginalized are welcomed into the community and have access to the benefits of gifts

The authors argue (convincingly, to me) that if a community exhibits these properties then it can replace much of what we buy or obtain from government institutions and at the same time dramatically enhance human connection, self-reliance, and physical, emotional, and environmental health. I have personally experienced this in the community that supports the public elementary school my kids attend, and I am inspired to expand my efforts into the other communities that surround me.

Now, compare these properties and goals with the ten principles of Burning Man:

  1. Radical inclusion
  2. Gifting
  3. Decommodification
  4. Radical self-reliance
  5. Radical self-expression
  6. Communal effort
  7. Civic Responsibility
  8. Leaving no trace
  9. Participation
  10. Immediacy

It’s clear to me that what Burning Man is trying to build is a cultural movement founded on abundant community. What’s truly amazing is how successful they are, at least from my personal experiences over the last week.

burning man’s gift economy really works

Principles 2 and 3 say “Gifting: Burning Man is devoted to acts of gift giving. The value of a gift is unconditional. Gifting does not contemplate a return or an exchange for something of equal value” and “in order to preserve the spirit of gifting, our community seeks to create social environments that are unmediated by commercial sponsorships, transactions, or advertising. We stand ready to protect our culture from such exploitation. We resist the substitution of consumption for participatory experience.”

These are nice words, but how does it work in practice? In my experience, it is utterly transformational compared to the ‘default’ society I’m accustomed to.

Burning Man is a city composed of thousands of camps, and every camp contributes gifts to the community. The gifts might be daily coffee and tea service (this is what my camp provided), or yoga classes, or bike repair, or a cost-free pub, or lessons in trapeze arts, or a dance party, or any of a hundred other things. These gifts make Burning Man go, they set the menu of activities for the day, and they support the day-to-day functioning of the temporary city.

Morning coffee service hosted by my camp.

What’s incredible is the shift that occurs when you interact with gift purveyors instead of paid service providers. Every thing on offer is “free,” and that instantly sparks gratitude in the recipient and the joy of giving in the purveyor. It transforms every routine interaction into a positive one ripe for human connection–you are always just minutes away from a new friendship. And you’re eager to share your experiences, thereby building a network of connectivity among camps and individuals.

This gift-oriented posture spreads beyond camp services and pervades everything you do. Whether you’re out and about on the playa or just hanging around your camp, you find your attitude toward other people has changed. If you see someone in distress, you offer them help. If someone is lost, you give them directions or just walk them to where they need to go. You find yourself picking up trash and even trying to keep the porta-potties nice. You come to expect this kind of behavior from everyone else you encounter, and it makes you feel warmer and more connected to those around you. I experienced all of this, even as a relative introvert, and I was captivated and inspired by it.

inclusion, participation, and immediacy

I belong at Burning Man. Of course, I’m very used to feeling a sense of belonging as a white, cis-het male. But, incredibly, the inclusiveness of Burning Man is so baked in and pervasive that I did not feel defined by that identity, and in fact I felt invited to challenge and subvert it, and I had a blast doing so. At Burning Man, people are not interested in “what you do” or even “who you are.” They are interested in your participation in what’s happening right now, with them, and you are welcome to decide on the spot how you’ll behave or act in a way that is gloriously unconstrained by your accumulated sense of identity or personal baggage or whatever.

A few fun examples that come to mind: there was a camp devoted to swings of various kinds, including a series of rings you crossed like a monkey. The camp provided instructions for how to cross the rings, with the final step being “take off your pants!” So, I dutifully followed each instruction until I was confidently sailing across the mats they provided. Then I was gently encouraged to consider following through on that last part–and soon I was experiencing pants-free monkeyness with a crowd of strangers cheering me on. Why not?! At another camp was a group meditation session where pairs of strangers peered into each others’ eyes continuously for minutes at a time, often leading to tears–of recognition, relief, connection. On the playa, hundreds of interactive art pieces invited viewers to climb, swing, enter, or ignite the art as they viewed it. I have never experienced such intense connection with art before in my life. I ended up giving a teary bear hug to my favorite sculpture, The Cosmic Messenger, when I had to leave it for the last time.

The Cosmic Messenger, my favorite piece of art. I wish I had a picture of it at night…

It’s worth mentioning how the “immediacy” principle feeds the feeling of freedom and connection. Aside from a few moments taken to grab a photo or send a proof-of-life text message, there just wasn’t much use for cell phones at Burning Man. When you encountered someone, they were right there, with you–not about to return their attention to a phone, or marching off to a meeting or some other commitment. Everyone collectively agreed to pay attention to each other and the world around them, and it electrified every interaction with so much more potential. It made me realize how much we give up by being coy or insular in our day-to-day interactions.

the mini community of your camp

Most Burning Man participants come as part of a camp. Camps range in size and ambition, from just a few people to more than a hundred, and from offering coffee to bringing huge art cars and concert venues. Within each camp, attendees support each other by pooling resources like water, cooking group meals, joint trash and gray water management and expansive shade structures. But also core to my positive experience was the emotional support, knowledge, and invitations to participate that came from my fellow campers, many of whom had ten or more burns under their belt. Every one of them was eager to help explain how things worked, to help me find my way, and to invite me out to see art on the playa or to a 2am dance set with a special DJ.

The camp provided a home base to chill and recuperate, where faces were familiar and a sense of safety and security pervaded. It was a place I could make direct contributions in cooking, cleaning, and coffee service. It provided a framework to be a healthy, functioning participant in the broader Black Rock City community. In addition, my camp was wonderfully multi-generational and multi-disciplinary, with participants ranging from new college grads all the way to retirees, tech folks to lawyers to journalists. They showed me that everyone belonged in our camp who was willing to give back in turn and support the others there.

Most of the people I know who enjoyed the burn had a similar camp experience. It is possible to camp solo on the fringes of the city, or to be a part of a camp that you buy your way into, but that often doesn’t result in such a positive experience–and I think it might be unhealthy for Burning Man in general (see below).

threats to and limitations of community at burning man

If it sounds like I am drunk on the utopia of Burning Man’s community, that’s because I am. But I am also aware of how delicate it is, and of how unsustainable it is in the form of Black Rock City.

The most important threat is from non-participating attendees. On your Burning Man ticket in huge print is the text “No Spectators.” At the top of the website for the event is the admonition “Burning Man is not a festival! It’s a city wherein almost everything that happens is created entirely by its citizens, who are active participants in the experience.” Alas, I witnessed a certain set of BRC citizens who definitely seemed like spectators. They stayed in “plug and play” or “oligarch” camps that made minimal community contributions, where camp members did not know each other, and where membership was simply purchased for some thousands of dollars or financed through personal wealth that employed staff to insulate their members from the obligations of community participation. It’s hard to describe how, but you could tell who these folks were when they were near–they seemed to be looking ‘at’ Burning Man rather than being part of it. At night, I could feel gravity wells formed by groups of these folks as they moved among the dance parties and free bars, hungry for the next experience that Burning Man would provide them.

I also have to acknowledge that Black Rock City is not a sustainable community. It is made possible through a huge amount of paid infrastructure (sanitation, power, emergency services, etc) combined with a year’s worth of effort and contribution in art, activities, and supplies that is all very much not free, but rather jointly contributed by people who make their money in the ‘default world’ and then funnel it into Burning Man to make it such a spectacular yet very temporary space. In this way, BRC is not a model community, but rather a radical experiment in how a community could feel if consumerism and class could be magically erased.

go to burning man!

I first considered attending Burning Man twenty years ago, buying a ticket for me and Leslie in 2005 when I was on the cusp of grad school. I ended up not going because I hadn’t realized all the demands that were placed on participants, and I wasn’t ready to meet them. And, to be honest, I had decided that by 2005 “Burning Man was over.” I mean, how could something that had been going since the 90s still be cool? This year I was able to attend because I was invited to an already-functioning camp that created a space for me to show up and contribute. And what I discovered was that the culture of Burning Man is alive and well, because of the community that is created there.

If, like me, you’ve been curious about this strange experiment in the desert, then I encourage you to connect with a camp and make the effort to go. In Black Rock City you can taste a version of community that is incredibly inspiring and encouraging, even as it is evanescent and endangered. I’m convinced that it carries important lessons for those of us seeking to build and improve communities in our daily lives.

nyc: mostly just ate

Our little mini-trip to NYC was a blast. We got a hotel in midtown for $100/night on priceline and spent our two days wandering around, seeing sites, visiting clare, and (most of all) eating. A few highlights:

Momofuku Noodle Bar. Shitake buns, hanger steak with polenta, and the best ramen I’ve ever had.

shitake buns

hanger steak

ramen

And Peter Luger Steakhouse in Brooklyn. Slice of bacon = $3, and wow. Was probably 1/2 inch thick before they threw it on the grill. Hamburger = $9, best I’ve ever eaten. Steak for one = $40, definitely in my top 5 ever. (They only serve porterhouse, which is great, but I’m more of a ribeye guy if I’ve got the choice).

bacon

porterhouse

in bethesda, with thunderstorms

Les and I left this morning for a mini work trip/vacationlet to DC and NYC. I can’t actually remember the last time I was in DC, but it might have been on that first road trip I took with Leslie in 2002. Anyway, I’m ecstatic to get a few days out of the office. We were greeted on landing by some nice rain, thunder, and lightning that I miss so much in the bay area. Tomorrow we’re striking out into the heart of DC for some quick museuming, then I’ll be taking myself on a (potentially damp) walking tour of all the major monuments and memorials while Leslie does the work that prompted this trip. Then on Monday we leave for NYC… can’t wait!

vacation!

I’m currently sitting in my parents’ condo in Tabernash, Colorado. We got here via train–crazy, right? Yesterday we were on the slopes in Winter Park, and today we’re busy researching the best way to construct snow sculptures. My life has been a haze of relaxed euphoria since I filed my dissertation. It turns out just working a full-time job is much easier than being a grad student–and they send me paychecks every now and then.

Anyway, Leslie just got done posting pictures of our holiday adventures so far. You can find them in the usual place:

winter park

awesome!

Let’s discuss a number of awesome things, some sarcastically and some earnestly. In an awesome meeting this week with my advisors, we decided that my schedule for finishing my dissertation was too aggressive to get all the necessary results in and text reviewed, so my graduation slipped by a month! Awesome! Leslie put together an awesome invitation to this year’s camping trip to Utica reservoir:

utica invitation

How could you not go? Looks too awesome to miss. Also assuredly awesome is our upcoming road trip out to Colorado with the pup. You would not believe how many motels will let you bring your dog right in the room with you.

You’re probably thinking that there are too many awesome things in the world for you to keep track of all of them in your head, and you’re right. That’s why God created Awesome Overload as an authoritative source on awesomeness. Don’t miss it… they need submissions!

austin: still cool

We just returned yesterday from a five-day mini-vacation to Austin. Leslie had to be there for work shortly after a trip to Boston, so instead of flying all the way back, she arrived a few days early and I joined her. We got in on a Thursday, rendezvoused with the Hall clan at Lisa and Eric’s place (Leslie’s parents were kind enough to drive down for a couple of nights), then crashed at my parents’ place.

Friday we kicked off with a shopping trip to Central Market for dinner supplies. That place stands up to any grocery store the Bay Area has to offer. The choices are broad, the atmosphere is pleasant, and it’s uncrowded (so take that, Berkeley Bowl!). I guess Austin probably couldn’t beat a Berkeley or SF farmer’s market for freshness, but there was plenty of trucked in Cali produce that I’d be happy to settle for. After stopping back at the house to make the guacamole and start the chicken brining, we embarked on a fantasy house-shopping tour of neighborhoods in Austin.

It was a blast–there are lots of areas near central Austin I’d just never visited before, and the parts I had have changed quite a bit. We’re pretty convinced that if we move back, we’d like a place in the “core” of the city, which to us means roughly in the box drawn by Mopac on the West, 45th on the North, I35 on the East, and Oltorf on the South. Of course, we also explored east of 35, which is developing fast. I don’t have the Austin geography chops to name all the neighborhoods we looked at, but we liked a lot of what we saw. There are plenty of houses all over this area in the 2-bedroom-cottage style we’d probably be looking at, though in parts there is an additional 3-story house tacked on the back of them.  It will be a deep rabbit hole to explore when the time comes.

Friday night we cooked dinner for my parents and Leslie’s parents, which was fun. Saturday we went out to explore the Hill Country, stopping by Pedernales Falls, a winery (not great), and then we met up with my parents in Johnson City for the “wildflower festival,” the highlight of which was the Kettle corn and $2.50 pints of Fireman’s #4, an excellent local beer. That night we ate at a great Japanese place, Uchi. We saw the chef on Iron Chef America and couldn’t resist making a reservation. I hit a party later that night at an old friend’s house with a bunch of old HS friends… it was quite a trip.

Leslie’s job responsibilities kicked in on Sunday afternoon, so we struck out in the morning after a great brunch with my parents at East Side Cafe. We took a stroll around campus (the Master Plan of covering all of central Austin with red-tile roofs continues apace), and then we explored downtown near the river, which is awash in new development. The skyline has changed substantially in the last 3 years, and I think there are several more sky-scrapers going up now. The new city hall looks cool, and Palmer Auditorium has been knocked down and tastefully redone.

Monday I amused myself, grabbing a Don Juan breakfast taco from Juan in a Million for a late breakfast, then mooched the AC at various bookstores. Here’s the taco, for those who don’t know of its glory (it took three supplementary tortillas for me to finish):

don juan taco

Finally, I returned to Yoga Yoga for an Ashtanga class with my old teacher, who, bless her soul, still remembers me. Exhausted, I bought a classy dinner of 32 oz fresh squeezed OJ, a smoked turkey leg, and a spinach salad from the nearby second location of Central Market and retired with Leslie. Overall, the trip kicked ass. I don’t see any real competitors to Austin at this point for our Adult Landing Pad. The timing of our return? Well, who knows.  But first, I do need to finish at Berkeley, so BACK TO WORK.

yee haw

I’ve just arrived in San Antonio, the second stop on this last trip of the fall. We had a kick-ass time in Ann Arbor. We kicked things off on Friday with a comprehensive walking tour of campus, done in two parts. First, we did central campus, dropped Karen off (sadly, she had to labor feverishly all day to finish a post-doc application), then hit one of Ann Arbor’s 14,000 small markets to pick up some pasture-raised Amish chicken to go with the locally grown vegetables that Ali and Karen had recently bought from “their” farmer. We dropped by the house to give the chicken a luxurious brine bath and hit north campus, where they sequester the engineers.

Ali’s department has a new building, which is made almost entirely of glass and 70″ plasma televisions. Outside, we terrorized passing students with Ali’s $12 remote-controlled airplane, then drove to a mall and bought a matching set of iPhones.

What? Hell yes, we did. Like global warming melting our arctic north, the allure of the glistening Jesus phone has been gently but irreversibly eroding my resistance, which finally collapsed after Leslie played with and was mildly amused by Ali’s iPhone. We marched dutifully into two years shackled to the “new AT&T,” a moniker which to me is an almost too honest acknowledgment of their past and present hegemonies.  But, in truth, the phone does more or less represent the second coming, as evidenced by the sparkle in Leslie’s eyes the first time she checked email in the car and the religious epiphany that accompanies checking in for your flight while drinking hot mulled cider next to an idyllic stream littered with autumn’s gilded leaves. So yeah, they are fun.

That evening, we roasted the chicken, some summer squash, and pan fried a metric ton of Brussels sprouts. Michael Pollan would have be proud. We chased that with beers at the nearby Arbor Brewing Company, then hit the sack.

The next day I slept into the double digits for the first time in years, then hit the climbing gym with Ali whilst the ladies toured Kerrytown. In the afternoon we visited a cider mill, then ate another obscenely delicious meal at Pacific Rim (Karen got the scallops, which I thought were the standout in a crowd of excellent entrees). At home we played some silly card games, watched Ratatouille finally (for me, the movie was a bit of a let down except for this one part where there was a crepe being flipped–the physical accuracy of it was astounding!), then turned in. We awoke this morning and rushed to have breakfast before arriving at the airport an hour early, despite our explicit knowledge that daylight savings was ending.

And now I’m in San Antonio at the historic Menger Hotel, looking “forward” to a week of conferencing the hell out of geometric design.

fall’s last journey

Leslie and I are headed out today to Ann Arbor to visit Ali and Karen–we’ve got all sorts of fun activities planned, which no doubt will yield a nice crop of pictures. This caps off what hopefully will be my busiest TA week as well; I have been trying to get everyone ready to finish their last project and spent a whole night grading midterms. But there are no more projects for them/me to do, and no more tests until the final.

I’ll be heading straight from Ann Arbor to San Antonio for another conference. This one is more math-oriented, but it looks like a good crowd and at least this time I’ll have Jonathan to introduce me to people. I can’t remember the last time I was in SA. I’ll have to find some good BBQ and Mexican.

And, it’s November all of a sudden. Wow. We’ll be staying put this year for Thanksgiving, cooking for ourselves and hopefully for a few friends too. We’re going to try brining the turkey, which if the roast chicken we’ve been making is any indicator should be delish.