Since 2007, there has been a “Yellow Bike” share program in Black Rock City. These are bikes for all to use, and for none to own. If you follow the rules of the Yellow Bikes there will be plenty to go around, and the program will be a success.
The Yellow Bike you may ride (painted in a special, easily identifiable, and very expensive green aircraft paint NOT AVAILABLE AT WALMART with red stenciled letters “Yellow Bike”) is used for your one way transportation. It is not your bike. If you put a lock on it, the lock will be cut off. Do not alter the bike by painting over the words “Yellow Bike”, adding after market items (like colorful tape over the words “Yellow Bike”) or removing the instruction tag. If you find a Yellow Bike locked, contact a Ranger to arrange to have the lock cut off. For the sake of the other participants, please wear pants wh±en riding a Yellow Bike.
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M-PYRE Strikes Back, on July 17, 2010, is unusual among Burning Man regional events: it had no gate, no required entry fee and was completely open to the public. With more than 500 participants, this was the biggest M-PYRE to date. Its size, surfside location and rate of growth echo the early Baker Beach Burning Man events.
The event was held in Monterey, California about 90 miles south of San Francisco. The tiny city, with a population of 30,000, has hosted five regionals since 2007.
DJs spun from 10 a.m. until 10 p.m. Participants picnicked, created and showed off art, swam, hooped, set up fire-dancing areas after dark, and explained the Burning Man philosophy to curious locals and the occasional reporter. After the city’s 10 p.m. curfew on beach events, many participants went to the local East Village Coffee Lounge for an afterparty that continued until 2 a.m.
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y Mehl Renner
Ignus, The Dragon of Mysteria, produced by the Green Man Camp, was the recipient of a creativity grant award at the 2010 Transformus regional burn event in North Carolina. Clad in Mardi-gras colors (mostly green) Ignus came alive for the first time as the main feature in a pre-burn parade. Four individuals were required to operate the dragon that had lights, a mouth opening and closing and CO2 smoke blowing out of its nostrils.
Three people danced inside Ignus, and a lady jester waved its tail. Since “he” was dressed in rip stop nylon, his fire was allegorical. Ignus was joined in the parade by green men, green ladies, a fire breather, drummers, and Celtic penny whistlers. The Green Man puppet – a giant puppet which first debuted in 2009 and takes three people to operate – also joined in the parade with his dragon brother.
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By Larry Breed
The water situation was growing desperate at the Beacon camp, that Wednesday in 2005. Fresh water had been plentiful on Monday, and now every available container was filled with graywater, with more, always more, on the way. Graywater is runoff from kitchens, showers, and sinks (but not toilets). It’s a major aggravation at Burning Man because it’s highly unsanitary (bleach helps) and because there is no easy disposal method. The rules — and courtesy and common sense — prohibit dumping graywater on the Playa: participants must cart it out, pay the porta-potty company (one of the few examples of real-world commerce at Black Rock City) to suck it up, or do something truly creative to make it disappear.
It’s no surprise that some Burners were already intrigued with the problem, and had created solutions ranging from super-sophisticated to super-simple. At the high end were complete water purification systems. BRCMUD camp’s “Freshmakkur” filtered, flocculated, and purified, and watered a domeful of plants with the result. In another camp of sanitation experts, yesterday’s shower became this morning’s coffee.
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Jules McCready sat in the court docket. He was nervous. Who wouldn’t be? He was on trial for his life. John Hobbins the prosecutor approached.
“Dr. McCready you are charged with enslavement.”
“So the judge has told me.”
“A charge punishable by death.”
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By Dust Bunny
“You are going to be okay.
Can you tell us what happened?”
Where am I?
“You are in the Med. tent, sector nine. Try not to move”
Did I die?
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By Dust Bunny
“Seven Tango Niner…. Szzzttttzzztt Seven Tango Niner come in Seven Tango….
“ Fucken radio….
“Seven Tango Niner come in”
“Ya what do you want”
By Lexi Feinberg
Burning Man may only happen for one week every year, but many Burners spend the other 51 weeks fantasizing about it. It’s the Holy Grail that helps them tolerate tedious corporate jobs and the monotony of the default world. But for various reasons in this year of recession, some won’t be joining the festivities on the Playa.
“In my opinion, the event has gotten too large and has too high a percentage of people just there to party,” said six-time attendee Michael “Chef” McQueary. “The last time I went was 2007. While I had a wonderful week, the event had changed in ways that I don’t like … I’d rather leave with fond memories than come to hate what I’m seeing happen.”
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Photo by Taymar
“Altered State,” the sculpture that made its debut at Black Rock City 2008, has a new home: it is going to a new art complex in Wappingers Falls, N.Y.
Kate Raudenbush, the artist who created “Altered State,” said it will be placed at the new Chapel of Sacred Mirrors, which is moving from New York City, about 50 miles to the south. The original facility was a museum in Chelsea that housed artist Alex Grey’s painting series of the same name, but the new site is set on 40 acres and is intended as a “sanctuary of visionary art,” according to its website.
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By Dust Bunny
Photo by Taymar
They have stopped.
I don’t know why but they have stopped.
The consistent pounding throbbing pulsating din that goes on and on and on.
Sweet Jesus (pronounced “Ha SOOS!”) Look at that!
The pitch blackness of night is turning orange, slowly at first, hardly noticeable. But the eternal nothingness of night is ending. Thank God!
Jesus looks at me “Kay Paso?”
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