Simulating Singularity within a Hyper-Capitalist Lifeboat


What happens when build the most novel city you can imagine, invite your most adventurous friends, add the most novel art and technology you can create, and ingest the most novel substances known to man at the city’s apex?


I have no fucking idea. I never know, even leading right up to it. I realized this year the whole notion it’s even possible is the main reason I’ve tried to perpetuate the experience each year and been able to with a consistent sense of wonder and anticipation.


It’s ironic we go to such unsustainable ends to create a type of hyper-capitalist lifeboat we then send out into the desert and try to experiment with our default notions of immediacy, sustainability, and form new relationships with each other and our economies. It’s even stranger this has become a template for a space to contain such experiences and is rapidly evolving despite being born in most barren and inhospitable environment known to us. It’s still wrought with contradictions and becoming subtly commodified or used solely for escape and hedonism. It’s still the best mirror for reflection and emergence of new forms of cultural consciousness and evolution within our modern society.


I worked too hard this year. I sacrificed too much time and energy to have as much time participating in the event as I have in the part. It was a success, and First Camp had a great year despite being considerably larger, but I’ve already spent some considerable time redefining my boundaries and finding the best way to articulate the changes I think should occur and I need for myself to be able to continue working there.


The Space Cops were a blast. I tested them pre-event at Early Man and my coworkers loved it. The street-light gate contraption I spent about thirty hours on before hand didn’t pan out. I was surprised how much it didn’t bother me. People were so awestruck and receptive, and it was compounded by our ability to actually talk to and interrogate them this year. There’s something pervesly satisfying about pretending to be an intergalactic authority and commanding people around with a space laser and booty shorts.


Christina stayed for post and got a solid dose of actual DPW. Things wind down, but once everyone else is gone it goes back to the Wild Wild West. Trash Man and the Last Supper were definitely the overall highlight. I hadn’t been objectified like that all month and I’m certain the images of me in my dress, attacking the fire amidst a line of other screaming crazy people will be eternally seared into both our brains.

The trip home was just as dense. We traveled further than we anticipated or imagined. It was so wonderful to finally see where many of our friends and family actual live, and get a glimpse of their daily lives. We surprised Ree in Valdosta, saw my sister in Texas, and Chip in Tenesse.


The were aliens in Roswell, wizards at Harry Potter World, and soul food in New Orleans. I finally made it to the City Museum in St. Louis, MO, somehwere I’ve always wanted to visit. It was above and beyond the best children’s museum I’ve even heard of. It was so interactive and engaging, I had to resist the urge to ditch Christina and run as fast as I could through it. Words and pictures fail widely here, it’s incredibly dense and non-linear, a sort of creative gymnasium fabricated from recycled steel, sculptures and industrial machines. We met a burner from Burners without Borders while standing in line for the 10-story slide.  I’d highly recommend it to anyone with kids or two working legs if you’re near the area.


About That Thing in the Desert


I watch in anticipation as my platonic life-mate puts his helmet on. He gives a nod and we raise our hands, sprinting towards the fire. The crowd has their backs turned and most of them don’t even see us coming. We scream in mock terror, but the sound barely escapes our headgear. When we reach the perimeter of the flaming ship, we fall to our knees and begin crying in hopeless defeat. I start to hear people laughing nearby. After accepting our fate we begin walking back to the over-sized cat palace.

“Dude, that was awesome!.” cheers a group as we pass them. We scan each individual carefully with our tricorders as they admire our space suits. They ask for photos and we strike a pose. Their fascination continues, and I eventually decide to cool off by removing my helmet.

“Cougar Bait!?” a man screams. I vaguely recognize him. It’s only Thursday, but it’s been a full week, filled with faces.

“That’s the guy who fixed our trailer today!” he says eagerly to his friends. I recall them now, and the hour I spent earlier that day addressing their dire lack of power. I hung around after I plugged them in to make sure it was working, but I was busy and didn’t loiter.

I bow in appreciation, but we usher on to our friends at the nearby cat palace. And so the night continued… (more…)


How I Use the Internet

Recently, I was asked what my typical browsing habits were. I’ve been labeled the “wired guy” on multiple occasions, but realized I’ve never given a genuine account of what my average, digital day is like. I’m also curious how it compares to others, as many of our lives online have evolved in silent contrast of each other. In short; I read lots of Reddit, pirate just about everything, and stay away from Facebook.



Reddit is my primary source for information, insight, and support. Reddit a social news website where anyone can share and vote on content. It is also divided into user-moderated “subreddits” for any imaginable interest. I have two accounts, each of which filters a specific range of content. (more…)


Back to Dust: My Burning Man 2012

I’m back from Burning Man, having returned to Default World. I spent a full eight weeks on the road this year, and it feels great to be home. I will attempt to summarize the venture, similar to last year, lest I leave you uniformed.

I worked more than I have in all my years past, and am sorry to say my standard craziness suffered a bit because of it. It was a conscious decision, as I took my first paid position through DPW as “First Camp Liaison”. It was my first full-time gig working throughout the entire event.

I built and provided services for “First Camp, where the Burning Man Organization (BORG) lives in Black Rock City. The camp consists of people who have helped create and continue to run the event. It was incredible meeting them, hearing their stories, and seeing how they operate. They are often busy or unavailable and play many roles of their own, during the event and throughout the year. I have always maintained a deep curiosity for who and what makes it all possible. My new role was great step towards exploring my questions.