A colleague of mine, an insurance geek with a Ph.D., attended Burning Man this year and sent me these photos. If you've never heard of Burning Man, it's probably best to go to their website at www.burningman.com because it's not really explainable. It's like a be-in allegedly without drugs.
Burning Man started in San Francisco (where else?) in 1986 and has become an annual event where quirky inventors, flower children who never quite bloomed and other societal misfits (probably like me but braver) gather in 100-plus degree temperatures for about a week. The event culminates in the burning of a giant wooden "icon" of a man. It seems that this event is a slam against technology, but it's hard to imagine what the event means to participants who come each year to celebrate. It's now held each year in early September in the Black Rock Desert of Nevada. What started with 80 participants now harbors about 35,000 and it appears to grow each year.
Life is short. I don't want to wait any longer to do things I've always wanted to do. I want to live more authentically. So to next year, in Nevada.
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