More on Leaving the Garden: Does placemaking mean playgrounds for the urban elite?

Last week Tim Redmond, my former editor at the San Francisco Bay Guardian, published on his excellent blog 48 hills an incendiary, comprehensive and whip-smart speech given at a business conference on the “Mid-Market Transformation” last week by the former CEO of Salon, David Talbot. 

The piece is significant because it contextualizes the growing, palpable rage over everything from Google Busses to tech-friendly tax breaks that have dominated conversations on the future of urban planning in San Francisco, addressing what many see as an inexorable, shuddering earthquake sliding over the land — the subduction of a thriving and diverse city by a technophilic elite.

Talbot’s assertion that he is “no luddite” should be obvious to anyone familiar with the digital pioneer and his award-winning online publication, which frequently covers topics in tech, innovation and business. But it is nonetheless an important precursor to a discussion that, while granting the great potential of tech entrepreneurship to do good, also outlines a host of real and tangible negative effects directly attributable to the cult of digital capitalism, which promises to strengthen its hold on this city, and plenty of others, in coming years.

I’m a strong believer in the power of technology to liberate the human spirit. And I’m very proud that San Francisco is a beehive of this kind of buzzing innovation.

Talbot writes, and then continues

But over the years, the innovation bubbling up in the Bay Area has become much more market-oriented than socially driven. Vast fortunes have been created overnight by raiding the intellectual content that others have painstakingly built over the years. Other new empires have risen by convincing millions of people to give up their privacy and reveal their deepest thoughts and desires for free – a kind of Tom Sawyer business model based on persuading the public that it’s lots of fun to paint someone else’s fence.

The Tom Sawyerism to which Talbot refers applies to everything from the offering up of private information to a bevy of salespeople eager to pummel it back at us in the form of targeted advertising . . . to the relatively more glacial, but no less tangible, process by which populations create the "cool" that will later be rewarmed and served back to them -- at a fair markup, of course.

In San Francisco, this process is playing out on the physical landscape, as tech entrepreneurs flock to the city and its outposts -- not least of which is Burning Man -- to slurp up what's innovative, repackage it digitally, and use it to finance the very real "reinvestment" by which the city is becoming attractive and commercially viable for a certain set - to the necessary exclusion of others. 

As I begin to contemplate my own move from the Bay Area and the art community I've been part of here (more on that later), it's a constellation of issues I'm struggling to reconcile all the time: my belief in the power of place and in the importance of using space to rebuild community, with my fear and mistrust of the bright-eyed and buzzwordy discourse of creative placemaking; my love for the way new forms are born and breed in the crevices of the city and the cracked desert landscape, with my skeptical mistrust of those who say it will "change the world"; my grudging acceptance of the superstructures of real estate and finance and politics and technology that govern what is likely to happen and what is even possible in the complex system we inhabit, with my intense, prideful, jealous, possessive, passionate and perhaps irrational love of the places I have built a home over the past few years.

If you want to struggle with me, perhaps start with Leaving the Garden, Part 1, or

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Matter out of Place, Matter in Place

Recently, I had the opportunity to apply for a position with a coworking space, helping to forge relationships between members and link them to projects where their skills could be applied. Readers of these pages will know of my great enthusiasm  for places where ideas can be exchanged, talents traded, and resources shared – coworking spaces, yes, but also many other innovative (and traditional) public spaces and forums rendered fertile not only through proximity of shared resources, but through serendipity – the happy accident that creates something new and precious. 

Thinking about coworking spaces in this way – not just as physical places but as collections of resources that can generate new value simply by virtue of the convergences they create – I got to ruminating on collections in general, and the idea of “collecting” as a valuable approach to better planning and better living – a remedy to isolation in the urban context as much as it is a system for creating meaning and memories in a personal one.

When I was younger, I had the sometimes-inconvenient habit of saving everything – artful cardboard packaging, empty spools from thread, those funny little pie-tin-shaped paper covers keeping the drinking glasses in hotel rooms clean (do they still use those?) – driven by the vague notion that whatever I collected would someday come in useful for . . . something. 

I’d become convinced at an early age of the idea that nothing was really trash. In the right place, at the right time, in large enough quantities, anything could be useful – just google “dryer lint art.” This way of thinking stretches way beyond everyday choices like recycling; In my work as an author and artist, architect and urban strategist, student of and advocate for sustainable systems, this concept has come to repeat itself as a powerful trope, illuminating all sorts of efficiencies that create healthier, more productive, more satisfying and more inspiring human experiences.

In California and Hawaii, I traveled and learned to build communities from the dirt on which they stood and to shape the land according principles of permaculture, mimicking natural systems where waste materials in one context became valuable resources in another. 

When I began working with teams to build large-scale sculptures out of recycled metal for Burning Man, where discarded materials find new life and friendships are built over hundreds of hours in the piece-by-piece creation of unfathomable works of art, I came to love the idea that litter was referred to not as trash but as MOOP — Matter Out Of Place. 

This naming speaks to that lifelong love of collecting, embodying a simple but potent concept: anything that can be out of place also has the potential to be in place — we can generate value and eliminate unwanted objects simply by reframing them, changing their situation or their relationship to each other.

These same principles can be applied in the urban context  — to physical things like waste streams and energy usage (the consolidating of which will only become more automatic as databasing and big data analysis become more second nature and intrinsic to our daily operations) — but to less tangible and easily identifiable resource streams as well. In the fields of urban innovation and social entrepreneurship, we are beginning to rearrange the components of modern society to create new modes and systems that increasingly emphasize efficiency and synergy over consumption and competition, to the benefit of all. It’s not so different from those biological principles I mastered, and eventually led workshops in.

Many of the trendiest new urban forms - start-up spaces, business incubators, all those coworking spaces and even some coffeeshops – fill a variety of roles for the public, fostering new ways of interacting and promoting networks that, like healthy ecosystems, support growth. But at their simplest, many of these spaces take on the role of collector: adding value by grouping things (in this case, people, ideas and resources) in new ways.

This concept, inherent in the natural world, where matter is constantly broken down and rebuilt into new ways, holds the key to innovation in the man-made world as well. Those growing networks and databases allow for materials exchanges that help industries sort and use all kinds of raw resources which would otherwise go to waste. On an individual level, they provide an easy infrastructure for sharing everything from tools to cars to couches for the night and homes for the week. Used to their fullest, they might enable the trading of underused capacities of all sorts.

A parallel process is taking place in physical space, with a slow return to models arranged around the density and mutualism that sustained communities for generations. Renewed investment in city centers and the movement toward transit oriented development are obvious examples, but it’s a movement that filters all the way down to urban innovations that push for more and better public amenities, creative events where leisure time is “shared,” rather than provided to an individual user in a private home, and other structure like pop-up retail where barriers to entry which might otherwise be too high to allow an individual entrepreneur or artisan to participate in the market are lowered.

Collecting people for a given cause can also have unexpected, generative effects. Our modus operandi for generations, recognized by social and cultural critics across space and time (From Karl Marx to the incindiary creator of the Zeitgeist movies, Peter Joseph, to psychologist Jean M. Twenge, whose recent Generation Me describes how today's young people are more driven and entitled – and unhappy – than ever before) has been to seek individual fulfillment through competition and consumption. But, as these critics have commented, finally being able to look so much of what we thought we wanted in the face has left us so unhappy, prompting the question, maybe all of this striving and getting and owning isn’t really all that fulfilling. 

The open source movement centers on sharing and collaboration as a “greater than the sum of its parts,” game, and in many industries, such as fashion, which have been “open source” since before the term was coined, the lack of copyright or other intellectual property protection does not hinder the proliferation of ideas, but rather enables it. More importantly, we may find the collaborative or communal model more emotionally sustainable, for most of human evolution we did things in small dedicated communities, where individual compensation took a backseat to the entire community’s continued well being. Psychologists are repeatedly finding evidence that we are chemically and psychologically hard-wired to find satisfying group interactions more nourishing to the psyche than success-based individual actions, even when the outcome of an individual or competition based event is good for the individual. 

Of course, there are only so many “winning” scenarios to go around – that venture-capital deal or promotion – so even if an ambitious individual can amass a record of successes and derive happiness from it, such a scenario tends to invoke a “fixed-pie” model with regard to other competitors and to environmental and social externalities. By contrast, collaborative models rely on everyone participating in a project’s success, which can effectively “grow the pie,” creating more efficient workpaths, more prolific and beneficial new models, more creative solutions based on a wider swath of participants, and a more powerful and satisfying end result. 

Doubtful that participating as a tiny individual in a large group can be as satisfying as being the star of the show? Ever participate in a flash mob? It’s a silly example, but the impact of the spontaneous, authentic, exuberant interaction – though the majority of the participants possess no special skill – is arguably far greater than, for instance, a high-cost dance performance by professionals in a theater. And while, elsewhere in these pages I’ve lamented how the rush to participate in open-source or trendy innovation has at times led to the eradication of a skill or the diminishing of a particular expertise, the flip side of that argument is that the total “mass” of what’s produced is greater, with a greater dispersal of utility, than in most situations involving true expertise – the line between audience and performer is broken down, and everyone comes away feeling that they’ve participated. 

It’s what makes Burning Man Burning Man, where there are said to be “no spectators,” and where everyone participates in building a larger-than-life experience through innumerable small contributions, be they in cooking, building, engineering, massaging, fortune-telling, solar-panelling or what have you. But Burning Man is certainly not the only populist art movement to buy into the theory. Nearly a generation before anyone built anything on Baker Beach, Peter Schumann was busily spreading the Cheap Art Manifesto through his Vermont-based Bread and Puppet theater company. 

When groups of volunteers collaborate on projects at Burning Man (though the same is true in many other contexts), it is often for no payoff other than the satisfaction of seeing the project born into the world. But what motivates participants during the day-to-day operations required to conceive, plan, and construct some of those truly monumental works of art may have more to do with the day-to-day environment than with a vision of the final product. Working hard among likeminded creative individuals, learning new skills, and enjoying a flexible and supportive working environment are all powerful motivators, and show up in all kinds of social ventures with no quantifiable payoff for the individual. Volunteering to build a community garden or hold a bakesale or carswash – even if you are not the direct beneficiary – has a social value, just like the quilting bees and barn raisings of yesteryear. 

All of which speaks to the Matter In Place ideology: there is a reason that barns were raised and quilts were bee’d in big groups – not just that many hands made the work lighter, but that they also made it more fun. These sorts of events were social occasions for the community, and the ‘fun-factor’ acted as a commodity to pay for the input of capital – time and labor – that was freely donated. 

As eye-roll-inducing as it may be to describe this process in terms bland enough to be borrowed from Economics 101, we’ve become so automatically and unthinkingly dependent on consumption-based modes for our entertainment and social stimulation that it seems non-trivial to describe how satisfying group interactions could slowly begin to stand in for that CD purchased or Pay-Per- viewed. The also non-trivial result is, of course, a stronger overall community with a richer social structure and more resources to go around.

It’s a model that applies not only to artistic caprices, not only to community enterprises, but to all manner of human endeavors. It’s the coworking space that prompted this musing through its commitment to providing not only the ability to share physical resources, but more importantly, mentorship, community input and cross-pollination.

Ask any collector: it’s a careful act. Amassing things, yes. That’s the creating efficiencies part of the story. Ten people sharing one printer in a communal office is better than each person buying their own. But collecting is also about creating a narrative. You pick and choose objects that support each other, that multiply the power of those numbers by the quality and type of their interactions, the contrasts and repetitions, to create a story that otherwise couldn’t be told. And that is where participating in community trumps individual ownership or success any day.

 

On Collecting: New Contexts

Just as much as the act, the nature and meaning of collecting has long enthralled us. Those whose work tends to emulate the art of collecting – authors who gather words and thoughts, artists who make arrangements of tone and texture – have helped us realize their profound power, their deeply rooted place in civilization and the human psyche. 

Introspections like those of Walter Benjamin, on the act of unpacking his library, or more recently William Davies King, whose psychotherapy (itself a "collection of recollections") led him to examine his own journey down the path of the collector, show the occupation to be as much about the construction of personal meaning – a type of self-creation – as it is about showcasing external truths inherent in the world. The newly published anthology Contemporary Collecting: Objects, Practices and the Fate of Things reinforces the idea of collecting as an essential human activity through its very scope; its authors adroitly shuttle through the warp-threads of the topic a broad weft that here uncodes the semiotic meanings embedded in everyday objects and there details the devastating sense of loss accompanying an author's accidental deletion of his MP3 collection – an archive which he has come to see as a catalogue of life phases and defining events.

In At Large and At Small, essayist Anne Fadiman uses the opening piece, "Collecting Nature," as a sort of organizing aperçu, providing readers with a framework for understanding the zealous passion – in herself and a host of other s who were brilliant or crazed or both – for the art of collecting, the joy and addiction inherent in conquest followed by categorization. That collecting, specifically lepidoptery, should be a common thread linking so many figures of historical weight she sees as logical bordering on expected:

Is it surprising that the revolutionist Jean-Paul Marat, the author of a 1790 pamphlet advocating that “five or six hundred heads be cut off,” was an amateur lepidopterist? Is it entirely a coincidence that Alfred Kinsey, before he collected eighteen thousand sexual histories (along with innumerable nudist magazines, pornographic statues, and pieces of sadomasochistic paraphernalia), collected tens of thousands of gall wasps?

But in just exactly how the results of a life spent amassing and chronicling, loving and possessing, can be read in a figure's work and legacy, she takes considered interest. She describes author Vladimir Nabokov's lifelong fascination with lepidoptory – "only Nabokov, eloping at age ten with a nine-year-old girl in Biarritz, would have taken, as the sum total of his luggage, a folding butterfly net in a brown paper bag" – and makes the case that his long and influential career, which lasted six decades and included a stint at Harvard, helped shape his prose. 

Many of the themes in Nabokov’s fiction – metamorphosis and flight, deception and mimicry, evasion and capture – are lepidopteran. And to my ear, his very language is too. The first canto of Pale Fire contains, within its four-and-a-half-page compass, the words torquated, stillicide, shagbark, vermiculated, preterist, iridule, and leminiscate. Nabokov collected rare words, just as he collected rare butterflies, and when he netted one, especially in the exotic landscape of his second language, his satisfaction is as palpable as if he had finally captured the brown and white hairstreak that once eluded him when he was a boy. Nabokov’s style is not just poetic; it is taxonomic.

Of course, all the same is true of Fadiman herself, who admits within the pages of her essays her own love of rare words, her own continued enslavement – though she weened herself off lepidoptery – to the collecting of things like books, a pursuit in which her connection to sense of self is no less palpable than Benjamin's.

Above all, it is the lingering propensity toward the taxonomic that she shares with the figures she writes about; this is the point of opening with "Collecting Nature." It teaches us to reflect with game study  on the disconnected ephemera of everyday life, to regard what could be seen as haphazard agglomeration instead as meaningful assemblage. This is the lesson we must understand to see the true beauty of At Large, which meanders with the scientist's paradoxical mix of excitable attention and staid passion from topic to  topic – considering things as disparate as ice cream and mail and the drowning death of a trail-mate in her youth – and within topics, becoming through sheer preponderance of evidence and associations ever more granular in its observation.

This ability to see meaning iteratively – the world in a grain of sand, so to speak – is the task of the essayist and collector alike, for what are the objects and ideas collected but tiny fragments that represent larger wholes?

For a collector like Benjamin, to whom the activity necessarily connotes something of a disorder, a feverish love, the true collector is not so much concerned with the objects of his infatuation for the objects' sake, but rather, for the place these tiny fragments of meaning allow him to build for himself – it is not, as he says, that the objects come alive in the collector, but rather, that he comes alive in them.

Living within one's collection may seem an abstract concept, and yet, in many ways it the perfect interpretation of collecting in the modern era, when it is practices as a highly emotional and personal art. 

The popular home design and lifestyle website Apartment Therapy frequently relies on the idea of collecting as a method of making a space meaningful for its occupants. For a great collection of their articles on collecting, click through the photo.

The popular home design and lifestyle website Apartment Therapy frequently relies on the idea of collecting as a method of making a space meaningful for its occupants. For a great collection of their articles on collecting, click through the photo.

Collecting has burst free from a rigid realm heretofore confined to stamps, coins, or high-end art. Today, it's a populist activity available to just about anyone, as perusal of any popular home, design or lifestyle magazine will suggest. Article or how-tos on collecting today (excluding the very technical) free collectors from the necessity of investing wisely or making a profit, reminding them that it's more important to assess whether the objects collected will be in storage in five years than retain resale value in fifty. Collecting today is about personality rather than mastery, and enjoyment rather than rarity or (except in the most general, anthropological sense) cultural significance. Thus freed from stifling restrictions of taste and economy, collecting objects (like collecting words and stories for the essayist) is free to be a truly creative enterprise, able to generate new forms and values in a way that the restrictive act of cataloguing simply couldn't.

Martha Stewart, whose dogmatic DIY-iscm can seem over-the-top and has gained her criticism over the decades she has spent as a home-design and lifestyle maven, frequently includes notes on collecting. In one sense, she is similar to Benjamin's true …

Martha Stewart, whose dogmatic DIY-iscm can seem over-the-top and has gained her criticism over the decades she has spent as a home-design and lifestyle maven, frequently includes notes on collecting. In one sense, she is similar to Benjamin's true collector, a man of such excess leisure that he has the time to dedicate himself to his passion (after all, who, but someone with too much time on their hands, could patiently glue micro-collections onto accordion-folded pages contained within a matchbook?). And yet, Stewart also shares with him the idea of collections as self-defining.  She has a very Benjamin-esque interpretation of the art, looking more at how collections enrich our spaces through juxtaposition and surprise, becoming an outward expression of personality, rather than conforming to strict rules about category and worth.  

Given its indisputable place within the realm of archetypal human activities, collecting as metaphor has the power to back up the practical advances it can yield as we such for new paradigms around which to organize our public and private lives. For more thoughts on collecting and collections, click here.

Stone Rolls through Symbiosis

Since we've been occupied, as of late, with ruminations on the interaction between mass culture and creative culture, it seems appropriate that I take a moment to register something like shock, if not exactly surprise, at seeing this article trending just below an analysis of Miley Cyrus’s twerk-worthiness on Rolling Stone this week. It's a twenty-five-photo spread from the Symbiosis Gathering — a phenomenon most likely to be associated with the local festival in-crowd: large-scale installation artists, hoopdancers and firespinners, and of course the semi-nomadic, sometimes-dreadlocked itinerants who sell crystals, handmade clothing and food ranging from super-healthy to stoner-friendly along the increasingly bloated West Coast festival circuit. Of course, to anyone paying attention, the proliferation and increasing exposure of these events means a lot more than a seasonal influx of alt-lifestyle youngsters and the spread of Peace, Love, Unity, Respect. It means a thriving cultural phenomenon to mine for music, fashion, art, ideas and . . . it goes almost without saying, profit.

Bay Area Photographer Tom Tomkinson captured Bryan Tedrick's Coyote for Rolling Stone. The 25-foot sculpture provided a hangout spot and chance to meet new friends at this year's Burning Man before traveling to Symbiosis just a few weeks later.

Bay Area Photographer Tom Tomkinson captured Bryan Tedrick's Coyote for Rolling Stone. The 25-foot sculpture provided a hangout spot and chance to meet new friends at this year's Burning Man before traveling to Symbiosis just a few weeks later.

Art and music festivals aren't new, of course, and even those trying hardest to retain a character all their own (Burning Man being the prime example) owe plenty to traditional celebrations like carnival, as well as a mashup of rave culture, mainstream music events, Woodstock-and-Grateful-Dead-esque stereotypes, and various utopian and communitarian impulses that have been circulating the globe since the 1960s. But that something uniquely identifiable has cohered within Burning Man and spinoffs (though event organizers would most definitely flinch at that term) like Symbiosis, Lucidity, and Lightening in a Bottle, seems undeniable.

It is anti-establishment sensibility, an offbeat creative streak, a shared culture which – though it stretches to encompass old hippies, young app developers, circus performers and world travelers – is somehow nonetheless distinctly identifiable as both itself and as 'other.' That is, other than the percieved reality-TV-watching, McDonalds-eating 'mainstream.' Of course, that mainstream, if it ever was the middle, is quickly shifting - or being shifted - as organic food, artisan products, and hyper-local everything scrunch their way toward center. So within this rapidly shifting constellation of values and ideals, what does it mean that Symbiosis has made it to the most iconic media outlet for music and pop culture?

Last year, when we brought Charlie Gadeken's 30-foot metal LED-lit tree Aurora to the scorpion-and-rattlesnake-ridden stretch of the windswept Pyramid Lake Indian Reservation, Symbiosis was a not-totally-for-the-faint-of-heart event complete with sagebrush sharp enough to make you curse Mother Nature. When a hearty gale sent art installations, including an 80-foot dome, crashing to the ground, my confederate Salty and I dashed out into the storm, chasing after tents that were careening across the desert like tumbleweed. In a frenzy of anonymous heroism, we lashed them down for unknown beneficiaries, and felt pretty badass.

That gathering, Symbiosis's fifth, was held after a several-year hiatus and received relatively little press attention — though the Huffington Post did dip into the always-lively debate surrounding the fetishization of indigenous culture by new age tribalists . . . to me a perennially interesting topic dramatized by the event's location on sacred Paiute grounds and its timely concurrence with 2012's annular solar eclipse, along with an Mayanism and all-around cataclysmania brought on by the year's occult galactic significance, in general. 

Having made it past that acute eschatological hurdle, the event's organizers decided to relocate to milder, less-punishing climes; this year's setting, the beautiful Woodward Reservoir just an hour outside San Francisco, must have seemed positively Elysian by contrast — which did nothing to dissuade the waves of hardcore fur-and-feather-clad neo-tribal post-apocalyptos and did much to boost the event’s appeal among the general public. It was covered not only by Huffpo, Rolling Stone, and a smattering of Bay Area newspapers, but also by High Times, LA Weekly, and Last.fm, to name a few prominent lifestyle publications.

My interest in the event's entrance into popular culture could be chalked up to pride (the Rolling Stone photo montage rendered beautifully, for all, candid images of friends dancing in full bliss, artists I know whose work I admire, and those I've yet to meet with whom I nonetheless feel a certain kinship), or jealousy (nothing I worked on graced those pages; funding issues kept our crew from bringing its latest piece, which debuted at Burning Man this year) . . .  but these caprices of internal emotion pale in comparison to the larger conflict that must surely be felt by the community as a whole, whose private personal paradise was cracked open wide for the world to see.

Dandelion, a friend and Santa Cruz - San Francisco electronic music regular, is part of the tight-knit community that brings events like Symbiosis to life.

Dandelion, a friend and Santa Cruz - San Francisco electronic music regular, is part of the tight-knit community that brings events like Symbiosis to life.

Obviously, where a cultural phenomenon stands in relation to the mainstream is a matter of perspective; I started building large-scale artwork in the Bay Area in 2007, and still consider myself a relative newcomer to a scene that is constantly evolving. There will always be, for instance, those Burning-Man-Types who – driven by in-crowd snobbery, jadedness or genuine resentment – complain, no matter what the year's event holds, that "last year was better." Indeed, some have been lamenting the festival's death from overexposure ever since growing numbers prompted the official formation of the Organization in 1997; the subsequent outlawing of dogs, guns and cars made Burning Man favorites like the drive-by-shooting range impossible and did much to curb the event's lawless nature, which for many attendees was the whole point.

A more recent schism erupted around the two-year incarceration performance artist Paul Addis served after he torched 2007's Green Man, in what he insisted was not felony arson but merely an act of self-expression in the extreme, a protest against Burning Man's departure from its radical roots. And perhaps the most dramatic indicator of the event's changing nature has been the first-ever sell-out in 2011 and the ensuing ticket lotteries, which have struggled to address admission for long-time artists and event participants in the face of flooding newcomers. And while a rash of books, documentaries and pop-culture shoutouts in movies and TV shows have helped make Burning Man something of a social reference point for a while now, the event was unambiguously outed with this year's Spark: a Burning Man Story, which has enjoyed widespread distribution on Netflix, and has two songs on its soundtrack shortlisted for Oscar nominations.

But these are superficial indicators when compared to other markers of Burning Man's effect on mainstream culture, especially its very real, if often nebulous, connection to Silicon Valley, paradigm-shifting startup companies, and multi-billion dollar businesses such as Google. It's no secret that entrepreneurs and CEOs (along with movie stars, politicians, famous musicians and other celebrities) attend the event in significant numbers and finance some of its largest projects; tech innovators openly cite Burning Man as inspiration behind the success of hugely profitable companies like Zappos, and while it's easy to shrug off evidence of the event's revelatory nature — like Adam Lambert's decision to try out for American Idol while 'shrooming at that Burn — with an eye roll, the tangible evidence of the event's deep social and economic impacts is impossible to ignore. What is not known, however, is how much of the original innovation that makes it out to the desert ends up back in the default world, profiting someone other than its original innovator.

Sold-out tickets and a murkily disclosed transition to nonprofit entity (comprising unspecified payouts for the Burning Man Org's current partners) have stoked widespread discontent over a seeming departure from the festival's central tenet of decomercialization — unrest important enough to earn a thorough musing in the New York Times. It's all part of the growing sense that, perhaps, what we bring out to the desert somehow isn't for us anymore.

It's hard to know how to handle this sense of unease, and especially hard when it concerns earnest efforts at community improvement that are nonetheless tied implicitly or explicitly to profit and notoriety for the most zealous entrepreneurs charging into the world under the aegis and protection of the Burning Man umbrella. I'm a great believer, for instance, in the Burning Man Project's efforts to use the festival's principles to positively impact urban design, but can understand the impulse to question when and how those positive changes will emerge, and how they will stack up against the perks garnered directly by the program's evangelists. Even though I worked directly with the Project a while back and staunchly support its efforts still, the question of how an ineffable phantasm created by the masses can be reined into service for a real-world organization, an alter-ego with budgets and equity and payouts for the few, remains. And the question is even more crucial when the organization is no longer Burning Man itself, but a third party altogether.

For those who relied on the miracle and refuge of this place to recharge their creative engines and redirect real-world work and ideals implicitly, there will no doubt be something strange about the dizzying pace with which it is now seeming to migrate, wholesale and explicitly, to the wider world. Everything from the increasingly self-referential nature of Burning Man art (paintings, t-shirts, and even art cars and whole installations covered with pictures of . . . past art cars and installations) to the very alt-referential nature of Zappos founder Tony Hsieh's plan to Burning-Man-ify downtown Vegas appearing online at CNN Money, points to the quickening pace at which this culture is growing and reproducing itself. From a fertile soil laid down over more than twenty years, the fruits of our labor are springing at an ever-faster rate, and if we want to share them (as, of course, most of us do), we'd better get a move on it, because they're being harvested right now. It's incredibly validating and also bit unnerving, in the exact same way as flipping through those photos of Symbiosis.

Its not to say that participants' creativity and hard work don't bleed into the wider world without the help of venture capitalists and big organizations. Festival-goers in the Bay Area basically created their own security force, High Rock Security, which has become adept at dealing with the specific challenges (everything from dangerous art installations to the complications of psychedelics) that sometimes accompany out-there events. They are now a go-to agency, whether at a remote location or in the city. Likewise, thousands of crafters have contributed to a unique and totally identifiable body of fashion, emphasizing convenience in concert with other-wordly looks: giant furry jackets that guard against falling temperatures, vests and belts with built-in pockets, fuzzy legwarmers and flat platform boots for cozy comfort over fashion-at-all-costs. Online marketplaces such as Etsy are fairly erupting with festival-inspired fashions that support individual artisans and small-time clothing brands, and these looks are becoming more and more common as daywear in the Bay Area. Hundreds of artists and entrepreneurs in all fields still receive funding, exposure, and the inspiration to follow their dreams without ever interacting with the capitalist forces widely perceived to be making inroads into Burning Man and festivals like it.

But it would be foolish not to question how long such small-scale successes can hold out when every year more and more cameras are interloping (drones taking video and a large IMAX-shooting blimp were unavoidable at the Burn this year), more blogs and articles are emerging, and more people are wising up to the resources and opportunities inherent in the strange and tender miracle of these gatherings.

So what does it mean that Symbiosis has made it to the most iconic media outlet for music and pop culture? In a word, money. And that might not be bad. Money is going to be made in this world, no matter what, and if it can be made according to, or inspired by, models highly committed to creativity, community and social justice, all the better. 

But that doesn't mean that participants' concerns, including my own nebulous unease over the migration of artifacts and ideas from Symbiosis, Burning Man and the like into mainstream culture, are unwarranted. It's not because I don’t want to share these wonderful cultural curiosities with the whole world. It's not even because I'm worried about all those unnamed artists whose beautiful notions are swept up into some wider scheme without their directly benefitting. This is the nature of creativity, and though it behooves us all to make sure that original work is recognized and compensated fairly, there are practical limits to that notion.  

My concern is that, removed from their context, something of the power of these places gets lost. They make it into Rolling Stone because they are hotbeds of passionate expression, made all the more fabulous because everyone participates in making them so. They are where the traditional artisit-audience or performer-audience dichotomy breaks down — radical participation, for those of you who familiar with the Playa’s ten principles. They are delicate ecosystems, and no glossy magazine pages, not even an IMAX film, can quite capture the unique nature of the spontaneous interaction that happens out there. Though the strange exotic fruits of these places can be shipped out, their habitat – their rich soil of innovation laid down over all those years – must be protected like a rare climate. If the whole world is to benefit from the beautiful things that bloom out there, then it only seems logical that some sort of "out there" remain, even as we germinate its seeds everywhere. If the whole exercise is reduced to snippets, images, fascimiles simplified into a developer's agenda or reproduced by the media, we are forced to admit that the experience is just that — mediated. It's fine to partake of, but it is not the same as generating something new and authentic. Authenticity is what makes these images Rolling Stone-worthy in the first place. It's what makes the business models viable, the fashions fresh, the urban planning strategies vibrant. As soon as these images and facsimiles become persistent in the environment, there is the danger that they will be mistaken for the real thing. And with that danger comes the danger of disappearance of the real thing altogether. 

Practically speaking, what does this mean? How does one differentiate between a valid reinterpretation of something learned during a revelation in the desert, and a crass capitalization on the ideas of others? I'm really not sure. Except to say that we must go slowly and carefully, never being so thrilled with the magic of these richly-yeilding soils that we use them up in their entirely, rather than feeding them so that they to help sustain and inspire us for the long term. We can never take more than we give back, or the delicate balance is destroyed.