An American tourist was visiting an ice cave in one of Europe’s largest national parks last month when a frozen arch collapsed, killing him and injuring his girlfriend.
21.08.2024 - 14:02 / insider.com
"Isn't that the thing in the desert for young people on drugs?" My mother-in-law probed when I asked her to stay with our teenage son while my husband and I went to Burning Man. Here I was, a middle-aged mother of three and recovering attorney, setting out to the middle of the Nevada desert without much more than some goggles and bikinis.
I worried I wasn't ready, I wouldn't fit in, or I'd get lost in a dust storm, never to be seen again.
Out of anxiety, I over-prepared for my time in Black Rock City. I needed sun protection, and I couldn't look plain. ("Radical self-expression" is one of the core principles). I bedazzled a hat with ribbon, feathers, and gold paper. The feathers added flare but also symbolized Native America. I am Muscogee (Creek), and I like people to know Native people are still here, living, teaching, and dancing in most communities and, in this case, at Burning Man. I planned to give away feathers to everyone I met.
Upon my arrival, the Burning Man greeter expressed utter disbelief that I would bring feathers. Worse than plain? Apparently, feathers. They create "moop," Burning Man lingo for litter.
I took these as bad signs: I had no hat, no radical self-expression, and no gifts.
Feeling defeated, I arrived at my Burning Man camp. The camp leaders — including the friend who invited us — are the "tech bros" people love to complain about. They had names like "Cowboy" and "Chaos." One set up my tent and blew up my air mattress, while another made me an ice-cold margarita. "Better Lover" introduced himself, giving us juicy hugs and inviting us to his upcoming wedding on the Playa. There is not a lot that a margarita and a hug can't solve. Slightly refreshed, I went to my tent to change into the first of my many outfits.
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For weeks before, I searched social media for outfit ideas. What does one wear to a drug-induced dance party in a dust storm with 69,999 of your (soon-to-be) closest friends? The answer is not much.
I donned a purple velvet bra, high-waisted bikini bottoms, a fringed silk kimono, a cowboy hat, and the mandatory goggles. Out on the Playa, I felt strangely conservative in my bra-bikini get-up; most women were showing a lot of ass. When I say a lot, I really mean all. I also noticed the trend of small nipple covers as a shirt.
At night we cruised the desert in an "art car" — a massive truck with a dance floor and DJ booth on top of it, created expressly for hauling not-sober people around the Playa. A young man — wearing only a g-string and a hoodie — boarded our party truck and started grooving with us.
This was one of my favorite parts of the Burner experience: the social freedom people have to meet, talk, dance, and hug strangers, who then become
An American tourist was visiting an ice cave in one of Europe’s largest national parks last month when a frozen arch collapsed, killing him and injuring his girlfriend.
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Silicon Valley's favorite festival, Burning Man, was hit by a massive dust storm that messed up travel plans for tens of thousands of its participants.
More than 70,000 people traveled over the holiday weekend to Nevada's Black Rock Desert, about 100 miles from Reno, to occupy Black Rock City, the temporary town created to host Burning Man, the annual eccentric and offbeat camping event filled with art, music, creative endeavors and all manner of curious activities.
Koji, the mold that transforms soy beans and wheat into soy sauce and rice into sake, is so beloved in Japan that it has its own holiday. And lately, chefs have been finding new uses for the fungus, which has a fruity aroma and an ability to make “anything it touches better,” says Jeremy Umansky, 41, the owner of Larder deli in Cleveland. He uses koji for almost everything: to cure pastrami; to ferment Chinese-style black beans, which are ground and swirled into chocolate babka to embolden the chocolate; and to sprinkle over salads and fries in the form of what the restaurant calls Special K, a seasoning of dried ground koji. “It’s a harmonizer,” he says. Bartenders, too, are taking note. At Nancy’s Hustle in Houston, the bar manager, Zach Hornberger, 32, adds it to the nonalcoholic Silver Brining cocktail, a sweet-sour-salty mix of pickle brine, grapefruit and lime juices, koji and tonic. “It brings this umami background to beverages, and it plays well with citrus, taming the high acid notes and rounding the drink as a whole,” he says. At the restaurant Fête in Honolulu, the bar manager, Fabrice McCarthy, 41, infuses rum with shio koji (a slurry of koji, water and salt) and shakes it into a mai tai to add salinity — the effect, he says, is similar to how salted peanuts make you want to drink more beer. Ryan Chetiyawardana, 40, the owner of the bar Lyaness in London, experiments with koji in multiple forms — for one cocktail, he ferments parsnips with koji, which he says unlocks the sweetness and delivers “a huge tropical brightness.” While koji often plays a supporting role, at Paradiso in Barcelona, it wraps around the entire lip of the glass used for the Fleming, named for Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of penicillin, another influential mold. For this fungus-inspired cocktail, which includes grapefruit, tequila and miso, the manager of Paradiso’s research lab, Matteo Ciarpaglini, 30, one-upped a classic salt rim with a fluffy cloud of koji, its floral fragrance accompanying every taste. —
Over the last few years, Burning Man has become known as a haven for Silicon Valley tech bros and Instagram influencers who cough up thousands of dollars to party in "Mad Max" desert cosplay.
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