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Burning Man 2003

Ranger Rigged (photo by John Brennan Photography)

Burning Man 2000

The BM2K Pics (More coming...)

Where Rigged Gets "Rigged"
(Cooul Places To Buy The Stuff You Need)



You brush your teeth every morning before breakfast. Whatever you pick out of your teech in the morning IS breakfast.
You can't wait to wash the dust out of your hair. You cake mud in your hair and shape it into a cool style.
Your clothes are full of dust. Your clothes are stuck to you.
You prepare a hot meal for dinner. You eat a stale cheeseburger and cold fries that someone left sitting out since lunchtime.
You have a cool tattoo. You have a cool tattoo on your face.
You carefully wash your hands and eating utensiles before a meal. What utensiles? Playa dust is a condiment.
You wear shiny platform sneakers. You can't remember the last time you wore shoes.
You go to Burning Man to get freaky. You've read the newspapers. Reality Camp is the real freakshow.


My lips are seriously sunburnt -- dry and cracked like the alkaline
plane that is the canvass for the art of living that Burning Man is.
I'm two shades darker than when I left. My stuff if full of playa
dust -- It will never completely wash away.

I have memories of a beautiful race of people who live in the
desert. They decorate their bodies with paints and colored lights
and dance to strange music that emanates from behind surreal images
on a large video screen.

Just behind me, people are skating in an open-air roller-disco while
just down the street people are playing chess with three-foot
wrought-iron pieces shaped like aliens -- glowing, like the
chessboard, under black-lite.

I can hear the distant chants from the Thunderdome where contestants
are strapped in their harnesses doing battle with foam weapons.

I watched fire-spinners showering sparks of burning steel-wool in
magic spirals of golden light.

I danced with fire along the Esplanade. I can still hear the whoosh
of the flames as I twirled my flaming staff so close to my bare skin
that the heat of it was like a caress.

A dragon rolls by belching flame. It has a bar, a strip club, and a
disco in separate sections linked together by welded sheets of steel
scales. It picks up a few passengers and rolls out across the open
desert, roaring with fire and vibrating to techno beats.

I Rangered again this year and was on the emergency medical crew. I
treated hypothermia, referred a food poisoning, cared for victims of
a cupola furnace explosion that sprayed them with molten iron.

I fell in love -- several times.

I almost froze to death.

I endured hurricane winds, freezing rain, thick mud, hot sun, sleep

I listened to one of the 43 radio stations in town while eating
granola cereal with Rice Dream and watching the sun rise pink
and orange over the Jackson Mountain Range.

The Man burned. The Rangers partied. I packed and came home.

In a few weeks, there will be no trace of Black Rock City except in
memories and photographs. The desert will be the same as it was a
quarter-million years ago.

I will never be the same.


The sun rises over the Jackson range.
In what seems like minutes, sixy-five
Becomes ninety-five degrees.
Forhead burns like being sliced by a laser
Out ahead the vast expanse of emptiness
Seen through whisps of dust
Like the ghosts of ancestors.
Just over my shoulder, the Grim Reaper
His scythe raised, waiting...

Extremes (Getting Psyched)

Extreme Heat
Extreme Winds
Extreme Noise
Extreme Quiet
Extreme Art
Extreme Emptiness
Extreme Sensory Deprivation
Extreme Sensory Overload
Extreme Community
Extreme Solitude
Extreme Exhaustion
Extreme Sleep Deprivation
Extreme Partying
Extreme Commitment
Extreme Joy

The Official Burning Man Website

Burning Man 1999

NewBeIn's Guide to Burning Man

Your host taking a break.
Photo by Jim Bowers '98

Part 1 -- The Ranger Orientation Meeting
Part 2 -- Exploding Man '98
Part 3 -- Afterburn
Part 4 -- Drowning Man '98, The Death of Faddah or "Aim for The Hat"

Burning Man '97

 Why is Burning Man important to me?
Why would someone spend so much time and money on airline tickets and supplies to spend a few days in a brutal desert environment to do hard and sometimes dangerous work on behalf of a bunch of total strangers?

I do it because I can be myself there.