Tales from the Playa: Live in Black Rock City

I’m hosting four storytelling sessions in the portal at Burning Man this year. A couple years ago, this would have been the culmination of everything I’ve worked for, Burning Man-wise, but now it’s just part of the overall magic of helping make That Thing in the Desert happen.

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I Hated Fitness Trackers Until I Got One: A Fitbit Flex Review

I can't believe I'm saying this. Even though consumer tech is ugly and awful, and Quantified Self™ people are weirdos, I love the Fitbit Flex, and I wrote about why over on the In Real Life blog.

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Wisdom Has Costs

You know what? I fucked up. I told her, “Don’t worry about your bike.” I honestly thought we’d be able to keep our eye on it. But come on, brother. It was the middle of nowhere out there, and I know better.

Still, seriously, what the fuck, right? Don’t take the material advice of some dust-wizard in the dark of night.

Hold up. Let me begin at the beginning.

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Humans Do Not Own Themselves

The concept of human autonomy within society is beginning to seem like willful self-deception to me.

The self in society depends on others, it owes its character and self-image to others, and it relies on gifts from others to meet its needs.

And, by its very embodied presence, as well as its every word, gesture, and action, the self causes experiences that constantly affect other selves.

It’s greedy to take all that for granted and then say, “I am my own person,” isn’t it? It’s not even just greedy; it’s demonstrably untrue. And think about what that means for notions of property, ownership, authorship, originality, and so on!

— A train of thought that left the station while reading Sacred Economics by Charles Eisenstein

Holy War in Black Rock City

We hopped up off our floor cushion, hoisted our packs, and stepped out of Center Camp into the afternoon heat, only to be greeted by an enormous convoy of federal agents in SUVs with their lights flashing, rolling right through the middle of Black Rock City.

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