It’s hard to believe they’re having fun without me.

This is the week I’m normally in the desert at high elevation desperately trying to cool down or sleep or breathe in a white-out. Having fun is the easy part.

I attended Burning Man 10 times, from 1998-2007. Not being there is strange but it’s the choice I made. The experience plateau’d for me and I decided to spend travel time elsewhere (Paris, New Orleans, New Hampshire, Hawaii). I sit here in San Francisco during a rare heat wave, where the hipster haunts have easy parking.

Until an hour ago I’d held off on too much Burning Man media. Floodgates, open. Me, reminiscent. For starters there are the photos, an abbreviated tour of the last 10 years of my life at its loudest.

Here’s an excellent clip shot last week about the people who arrive early to build the event. It’s great to see the artists out there, doing their giant pieces. Also included are bytes with founder Larry Harvey. He says Burning Man is no longer countercultural, it is cultural. I agree.

I’ve written about Burning Man here here here here. Even when I don’t go it seems I write about it.

I am super excited for the people who went out for the first time and got their minds blown about people, community, mankind and art.

It really is the best party. Kisses.