But Burning Man is rife with the products of corporations, and always has been. And has always had to be. The prepared food items and bottled water we live on out there; the portajohns our wastes go in after eating that food and drinking that water; the tents we sleep in, the pipe and metal domes we lounge under, the clothes we wear, either exotic or normalÃ¢â‚¬â€all sold to us not for fellow-feeling but by monied interests, usually corporate, who just want our cash.
I first read about Burning Man courtesy of Bruce Sterling’s 1996 article in Wired. It struck me as a cool idea, though certainly not for me.
In about 2001, I heard about somebody I knew going to Burning Man. They were two publicists from Victoria, and I concluded that it had probably jumped the shark. Cool is a moving target, after all.
I suspect that somewhere out there, people have started a Burning Man 2.0 (or 3.0) which I haven’t heard of. That’s where the real anarchists are headed.