Hey ho, remember me? I have blue hair now. At least, it was blue before Burning Man; it's a kind of blue-silver-gray camoflage pattern now. I think I like it.
BM rocked the known universe, surprise. It was my hardest Burn yet, and the best. The bunch of people I camped with - Moonbase Nevada - were just awesome; mostly newbies, but all perfectly in tune with the city and with each other. We'd head out into the night separately and all find each other somewhere out on the playa at 3 in the morning.
And the art this year was just beautiful: the Hearth - a 20- foot high heart made of recycled metal with a furnace inside it; a trapeze suspended inside a rib cage; a garden of rebar hung with bells and bottles to catch the wind; another rebar garden, of tripods with lights buried at their bases. And the usual giant lasers, twin Tesla coils, Viking ships, glowing Playa fish and so forth. Walking around Black Rock is like walking into a short story by Borges. It's full of wonders. Wonderful.
And then I came back. (Thud.) I was fascinated to read Eric's comments on Linus. Burning Man and lkml are tackling similar problems right now. As things scale up, infrastructure takes a beating. To be non-ironic for a minute - and you must realize this isn't easy for me - this is the question that's occupied most of my attention for the last two years. How can we organize ourselves to tackle huge projects without coercing or exploiting anybody? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?