Category Archives: Burning Man

If you’re packing for the playa, a couple quick reads

This one by Mark Morford of the San Fran Chronicle (I recommend subscribing to his weekly column…) is very good.  And then there’s this… for those staying at home, but a reminder to those going, too 🙂

From Aspen Madrone, goddess.  “As I feel you all prepare for the burn, embody the words of Mo Lohaus. may i burn the man at home this year”

may i burn the man at home this year may i finally become a full participant
may i kick the culture consumption habit cold turkey and get on with resonating funky genius and vulnerable enthusiasm

on my
own channel, 24-7
may i see every public space as center camp and roll around on the ground with strangers lovingly and with worshipful presence
as we contact one-in-other
may i strut my feathers and leathers and muppet cape
and naked benevolent childish soul everywhere i go
feeling fully in character
may i trick out my apartment like a theme camp and invite people in off the street
to lavish them with exorbitant gifts
of presence and affection, lovingly prepared because i can
because i am rich and overflowing and giving is why i am here
may i share shattering rock-bottom truths
with everyone, as casually as tea
like old lovers with nothing left to prove or improve on in the utter safety of the silky oscillation
between me and we
may i strip the locks off my heart and hold open house
with everyone i meet on the bus in line for groceries
or at the gas station
granting them the hallucinated embellishment of fur, goggles, nudity and dust
and allowing myself full excitement
and wonder at who they might be
may i look past the surface
and see into everyone
recognizing pirates
alien ambassadors, superheroes and translucent mermaids
may i call my campmates
or show up at their houses
as easily and shamelessly
as i might wander up to their tents
and never need a reason
for pressing my nose on their cheek
or for flopping on the couch and snuggling
may i love fully, fluidly
everyone who pulls me deeper into living and put away any residual shame
about how my love looks
remembering: we’re in the desert!
remembering: we’re dusty and unkempt and beautiful! remembering: we are mad ones and saints and divas all and there is no expectation of tidiness
remembering: there will be grit and friction, there always is,
but in the cathartic blessing
of our meeting and self-discovery
no one notices
remembering most of all
that my emotional nudity is my ticket to the event past the gate and greeters
to unity and a friendly universe
and is always honored and gratefully received
may i hallucinate freely
seeing volvos as giant bunny slippers and hondas as mobile cupcakes
may i notice the installations of genius and wild vision
all about me
may i see the dreams made real in my daily built world
may i touch the wide round belly of the pregnant possible
with both my hands
may i witness those around me
strutting their beauty and hope
their frailty and unfinishedness
and quirky unique poised artful
equilibrium above the abyss of judgment and may i yell out my approval, and applaud
may i witness the gifting that happens
every moment
the trade of glances, smiles and kind words
that are as quenching and comforting
in this daily wasteland of formality and alienation as popsicles and mist baths ever were
may i burn the man every day
may i take his idealized ass down
may i take the icon of who i am supposed to be and gently release him to flame
may i take his habits, opinions, head noise timidity and ego-protective arrogance and lovingly douse them with gas
this is my religion,
humbly, devotedly, and persistently performed: THAT MAN will BURN
may i build the temple every morning
and honor and celebrate
those who have sung the song of my life, who have held my life
like their own dear infant in their arms
may i build the temple every morning
and be awestruck by its beauty every day as i smear it with prayers and tears,
and then at dusk
release it in holy smoke
may i smell it burn
and know that that was it: this one day was my whole life and it is over
and if i am blessed to wake once more…
may i do it all again
more fiercely, more passionately
more graciously, goofily and generously
until my life measures up
to the love i feel
as i walk, bike or ride an octopus through the eternal city of dreams in which my soul is at home
mo lohaus www.lohaus.mobi
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Gifting Economy


I was having a discussion with folks in the Portland Burning Man community yesterday, and here’s something I penned about gifting:

“Jason, I would say it’s not an exact science, and rather perhaps more of an
art form this giving and receiving.  I’ve been working on something
recently that’s in a similar vein, Farm My Yard (http://farmmyyard.org ) and it’s been an interesting trip.  I thought it would be an a + b = c kind
of experience, but instead, it’s full of thousands of variables and every
situation is different.

same with giving and receiving.  it’s not that cut and dry.  each of us is
in a very different place in life – may be same age, but diff class
background.  may have same skin color, but different gender.  may have
different life experiences – having had a lot, easy access to stuff; or
none at all.

that said, I take each situation as well as I can in the moment and use my
judgement, wisdom, and also make plenty of misjudges and mistakes along the
way.

thank God there has been Burning Man, because that has been an incredible
crucible for me to try this type of exchanging, gifting, asking/receiving,
activity out for the last 12 years.

one year I came back and started FreecylePortland – and I don’t mean that
as a show-offy comment, just that I think about this concept A LOT.  and
try to live it, and share it, and yeah

hope everyone’s having fun preparing this year….

Then, later, I added this in. Feel free to play in the comments section!

I’d love to hear you take a few minutes and spell out what a gifting
economy is.  your words, a few paragraphs, go.

winner is all of us.

I’ve gifted you with some of my understanding of gifting economy 🙂  what’s yours? 

The World Naked Bike Ride

I got to take part in the World Naked Bike Ride last night in Portland, Oregon. I am so thankful to live in a place that allows/encourages such an event. It was the closest I’ve come to having a feeling of being at Burning Man outside of being at Burning Man that I’ve ever felt. Freedom, silliness, purpose, making new friends, fun costumes, and the streets were blocked off for miles to allow the parade of 20K bikers to pass by. There were fans lining the streets, taking pictures and cheering us on. The weather was kind of tropical with low clouds keeping in the heat from a hot day. I love taking over the streets, there’s really nothing like it. Also, big props to my friend, Alex, who brought along a mobile music unit, the chaosolator! Made the ride even more fun! I encourage you to find out more about the various rides that are going on during the Pedalpalooza event. Thanks so much to Shift2Bikes for their organizational efforts and, see you next year!

BRCPO 2011

Here we go again!   Black Rock City, Republic of Burning Man.  Countdown 1: two months to burn.  Countdown 2: one month to get the Post Office funded – we need your help!
Kickstarter: http://pdx.be/brcpo


Have you ever mailed yourself or someone you love a post card from the playa?  Well, The Black Rock City International Post Office Village @  9:00 Plaza needs you.  Your support enables us to transport, build & store our super funky & fun themecamp™ so you can send mail to people you love.  Inside our artistically crafted walls, participants are in for radical participation and fun from the Black Rock City community*, with gifts like bureaucratic performance pieces, postcard making, stickers, stamps and hilarious international shenanagrins.  All of those gifts, plus mail!, are spread over Black Rock City and the world each and every day through the PO.

The rewards for donating to this year’s amazing Post Office have all been generously donated.  100% of your donation goes directly to supporting our art.  To see photographs of the beautiful rewards, please visit http://brcpo2oh.weebly.com/fundraising–donating.html.  To see the PO camp, head over to http://brcpo2oh.weebly.com/camp.html.
And better yet, to donate, please visit the Post Office Village site at Kickstarter, at http://pdx.be/brcpo.

We hope you choose to support the PO ~ and send your love out from Burning Man, too.

See you at the burn!

*The Black Rock City International Post Office Village is home to:
– The BRC Post Office 2.Oh, Rites of Passage Post Cards,
– The Portrait Passage Post Card Making,
– The BRC Philately History Museum, and, of course,
– Ritual Delivery Services and Eu-ROP (Rites Of Passage.)

Back from the playa!

Well, yes, my 11th year, how could I not go? A free gifted ticket helped! Thanks, Nurse Flo! (for a longer write-up of my trip this year, click here for the September issue of The Eleven)

Yes, it was marvelous. Yes, there was dust. Yes, I had the time of my life! I’m going to do a longer write up of my experience, with a slide show and all that, but right now it’s time to decompress. Vitamin C, deplayafying stuff, and showering often 🙂

I spent much of this year plying the playa with my trusty bike, making new friends, and enjoying the incredible large-scale artworks.  The weather really cooperated, and it was the best weather year we’ve had in a long time.  The rainstorm on Monday night led to clear lungs for the next 3 days, and the temperatures were very mild compared to previous years.  I found some new theme camps to enjoy this year – the big pink heart, Tuna Guys, and the BRCPO 2.0 was filled with a really stellar bunch this year.  I’ll be posting a lot more, but here’s some playa to walk on to start with.  

Here’s a slide show of some photos that Tantelope took.  I could write for days about this experience, of course, and there’s emails to answer, and my e-letter, The Eleven to write, so that will have to wait a little while 🙂  Dontcha worry, I’ll say more, cause it was a big big year.  Best ever, as they all are.  Next year was always better, though 🙂

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