The video below from Time.com should give you a really good feel for what Burning Man looks like–certainly better than any words could describe.

Click here to view the time.com Burning Man video

Some hard facts! and a few opinions thrown in….

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Massive preparation takes place pre-burn including painstaking trips to both Wal-Mart and Target to buy EVERYTHING we need for the entire week in the desert.

A 32 ft RV is secured that we duly christened,”The Space boat”.

The costumes that we bought in thrift shops are completely necessary as you pretty much wear them the entire time.

The “Space boat” embarked for “the Playa” by way of Los Angeles and San Francisco.

“The Playa” is a prehistoric lake bottom 3 hours north of Reno, Nevada in the desert and has been the site for Burning Man for a very long time.

The playa is a dust bowl. Goggles and breathing mask are required on your person at all times for protection if the wind whips up.

Burning Man has been going on for over 20 years, originating on the beaches of San Francisco in the 80’s.

The “Space boat” docked at “Disorient”- which is a longstanding Burning Man camp filled to the brim with very cool people from New York, LA, and San Fran.

Camp preparations are made including setting up the inside of our RV for maximum comfort—and laying out our outside sitting circle.

On day 1 we are put to work building Disorient’s Art Car Wash–which is not an actual car wash and more like a daytime dance club. Many tools were required.

Through this process we realize a true sense of just how much hard work goes into Burning Man. Being a part of a huge camp was such a different experience then last year when we were completely on our own and we really enjoyed it.

Cheap bikes were procured at Walmart during our preparation and we used them throughout the week to cover the 8 square mile large Playa. Bikes are completely necessary to correctly navigate Burning Man.

Black Rock City is in the shape of a clock with “The Man” in the center.

“The Man” is a giant art installation in the exact center of the Burning Man site (the center of the clock). It burns on Saturday Night to a massive party.

The Temple is located at 12:00 on the clock.

The Temple is a giant art installation made of wood. During the week people write messages in marker on the walls—and leave pictures of loved ones that they have lost during the previous year. The Temple burns on Sunday night to silence as past memories and problems literally go up in flames. The mood is incredibly somber and silent.

At 3:00 and 9:00 on the clock there are huge dance clubs. Armin Van Buren, DJ Dan, and Thievery Corporation played at the Burn. The music lineup consists of all DJ’s—and no bands.

Positioned at 6:00 on the clock grid is Center Camp which is a chill place full of hundreds of couches and a stage where people can “gift” their talents.

Center Camp is the only place you can buy anything on the entire site and you can only buy coffee and tea. Everything else has to be brought in including water and food.

Burning Man is based on gifting. Everyone brings gifts to share with others. Some people throw happy hours, while others build art cars and drive people around the playa.

Seriously, there is no buying or selling of anything in any shape or form.

We cooked dinner one of the nights for the 130 people at Disorient. The Chicken Curry went over well—the rice had much room for improvement.

There are many smart  and interesting people that lecture about various topics through the week. I saw author Daniel Pinchbeck give a talk about the “shift of consciousness”.

Firedancers own the nights.

The Moon was unbelievably full during the entire week—coming to its full prominence on Saturday Night.

A few of us did Yoga throughout the week. I did an acro-yoga class on Saturday morning that was amazing.

There are masseuses, reiki practitioners, acupuncturists, and other healers that gifted their healing ability throughout the week to complete strangers at the “Hee-Bee Gee-Bee camp”—one of my favorite camps.

Nectar Village–another camp–had a giant solar panel and gave away free electricity throughout the week for people to recharge whatever needed recharging.

The Hee-Bee Gee-Bee camp also gifted a giant steam bath—reminiscent of a Native American Sweat Lodge.

One of our guys bumped into Sergey Brin-co-founder of Google–during a yoga class.

Everyone is in costume(s) for the entire week. After two years we are all beginning to build up quite the BM costume collection.

The theme for 2009 was Evolution. The theme for 2010 is “Metropolis”

When the dust blows at its hardest, you only have about 3 ft of visibility.

Upon “Exodus” from Burning Man it is incredibly easy to identify burners–as everyone’s cars are completely white due to the dust.

Burning Man is very much about individual freedom and clothing is most definitely optional.

At the end of the week art of all forms is symbolically burned in big pits all over the place.

Burning Man is without a doubt a ritual—and I am very glad to have gone through it with 4 of the guys that I am building my business with.

The goal of Burning Man is to “leave no trace”. Meaning the playa is restored to the exact same condition as it is found every year.

Litter is referred to as “ MOOP”—and moop is not tolerated.

The port-o-potties are kept surprisingly clean.

The Party doesn’t stop from the time you arrive to the time you leave–its all about how much of the party you personally want.

Burning Man has been accurately described as “Mad Max” meets “Alice in Wonderland”.

You can truly find whatever they are looking for at Burning Man–and I mean “whatever” you are looking for.

I saw a talk led by a guy named Dr. Dream. And yes, he was a little bit out there.

On Thursday Night a giant rocket was supposed to be launched—but it turned out to only make a loud boom.

You can literally ride out miles away from the Burning Man site—into the actual middle of nowhere.

The sunrises are amazing—and routinely witnessed by thousands.

Hundreds of “Lamp-Lighters” parade each evening illuminating the Playa.

Skydivers routinely join the burn throughout the course of the week.

Art Cars are huge art projects that can cruise around the site at a maximum speed of 5 miles per hour. Many pump music and double as “moving dance parties”.

The Night of the “Man Burn” is without a doubt the biggest party I have ever experienced. The positive energy in the air was electric.

I could literally go on for days with facts like this. But, I think I will stop now and leave you with this second video from Time.com from the night the Man Burned..

Click here to view the video of the Man Burning…

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————————————————————————————-When I originally decided to start blogging again I did not take into account the fact that I really can’t write about everything that is going on with my work (which is the current focus of my life). All in all, there is just way too much craziness involved and things tend to change week to week. 

So, instead I have found myself writing about things that I can write about–like the miserable existence of my next door neighbors. Who, by the way have been screaming ferociously again after a 3 day truce. I would like to believe that the Dalai Lama had some sort of effect on the temporary peace–but maybe we need an actual divine intervention to make things better over there. A divorce could also do the trick. On a positive note, at least I have not run into them in the elevator. On a negative note, I think I heard them having sex the other night. I do not want to explain what these people look like–but I will say the thought of them intimately involved does not do wonders for the stomach. 

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We have been working ridiculous hours. This much is for sure. After work today I had to get out into the city and found my myself being magnetically pulled toward Union Square–which my life has been in some way, shape, or form been centered around since I moved to NYC. 

In the square there was a young guy with a megaphone loudly informing everyone that “they will die in a burning inferno of flames as the lord returns”. He reminded me of a guy I ran into in Rurrenabaque, Bolivia.Apparently, Judgement day is not going to be good times for the sinners and Jesus is going to kick some serious ass. On a bright note he was getting jeered pretty loudly by the surprisingly big group surrounding him. I think it was mostly tourists snapping pictures. He was positioned right next to the 20 deep New York Roller Blading club (who are going to burn as well). There was a psychic reading tarot cards, a juggler, and a dude carrying around a sign that read “shaman healer”. Now, I have met a few shaman in my day (traveling in the Amazon), and I am pretty sure this guy was just a hippie with a clever marketing scheme.

I also learned from a plaque on the ground that Union Square became a national landmark in 1997 because it had an influential role in our nations first “Labor Day” in 1882. And this my friends, is my fun fact for the day. 

“Larry and his Flask”, an 8 piece unplugged bluegrass band–complete with stand up bass, banjo, mandolin, two guitars, and a snare drum made a surprise appearance and I watched a few songs. These guys stole the freak show as well as most of the crowd from the “You’ll burn in eternal hell” character–which I was happy to see. The band is on tour from Oregon and Mike and l are going to see them later on tonight at “Otto’s Shrunken Head Bar” down the street. They were just awesome. 

 Sometimes, in the hustle of day to day life here,  I forget where I live. New York is a crazy, wonderful place. I am fairly certain Jesus would agree. 

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Over the past week or so I have revamped my personal blogging efforts. Somehow, much of what I have ended up writing about involves the very miserable, highly volatile existence of the people that share the wall with us in our building in the East Village. It came to a bit of a head last week when after enduring hours of screaming–I banged on the wall in response–and ended up face to face with the source of the endless shrieking. She (I have no idea what her name is) politely reminded me of how late we were up late on weekends and how she had not called security “yet” in response. I in turn, agreed to stop banging on the wall and to let them “scream at each other in peace”.

Well, for the last week since then, it has been WW3 over there. We are at the point where it has become intolerable. And, the walls are not “that thin”. They certainly could be thicker–but the decibel level they are putting out can probably be heard in Central Park (which is 65 blocks away).

So, I have had enough. I cannot sit back and do nothing. Bold steps have become necessary. 

On Friday, in the midst of what might have been the most violent (verbally at least) argument I have ever heard in my life, I decided to make a trip to the Barnes and Noble in Union Square. I bought the Art of Happiness: “A Handbook for Living” by the Dalai Lama. It is a great book that I read a long, long time ago–that gives some very practical knowledge about living presently, coming to terms with suffering, and pursuing happiness.

On the back cover of the book, the following is quoted by the Dalai Lama:

“I believe the very purpose of our life is to seek happiness. That is clear. Whether one believes in religion or not, whether one believes in this religion or that religion, we are all seeking something better in life, so I think the very motion of our life is towards happiness.”

So, this morning I put the book in a gift bag w/ some tissue paper, leaned it against their door, and ran like hell. The note I put  on the front cover read:

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Dear Friends,

Life is way too short.

Love,

Your Neighbors

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I think it was best to leave it anonymously. After a few hours it has been verified that the package was received (or at least had been taken inside). 

I am not a Buddhist, but have studied meditation and Buddhism (albeit to a limited extent) over the last ten years. I like the Buddhists as they do not push their religion on anyone. You can be other faiths and also be Buddhists. As a people, they are very chill. The Dalai Lama’s writings are also in this fashion–and are very accessible for people of all belief systems (or no belief systems) and all walks of life. And if you think about it, this guy has lead a global, 98% peaceful assault on the Chinese government for the last 5 decades (from his place of exile in Northern India), won a Nobel Peace Prize, and has inspired millions. It is not too much of a stretch to think he could have a positive effect on two miserable, middle aged New Yorkers.

I do not have any real reason to believe that they will even crack the book. Although, it has been quiet over there today and I know they are over there. So for now,  I will chalk this up as a 1 day victory and cross my fingers.

At least I can sleep better at night knowing I tried to do “something”. The book cost me $23 bucks. I think it is a bit on the optimistic side to think that this one effort could work to it achieve its desired effect. But, crazier things have happened. And on a selfish note, maybe they will just stop screaming as much. This would be a huge win for all involved (namely them) if they just screamed half as much.

I will be sure to update the situation. 

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Notes:

> I know I skipped a few days of writing out of my 31 posts in 31 days. I have no real reason or excuse except that not much (that I can write about) happened. Lots of good things are shaking on the business front.  I think I might change the “31 posts in 31 days” into “31 posts in 31 non-sequential days”.

> I might be heading out west a bit early if a few things fall into place. I am definitely feeling the pull of the Pacific–more specifically Los Angeles.  I wouldn’t mind going out a week early or so if the stars line up. Currently I am scheduled to leave at the end of the month for L.A and San Fran. Oh, and Black Rock City. 

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But on the other hand, I feel like I work 80 times harder when I drink coffee. And right now I need to be firing on all cylinders and producing maximum output. I do not think it is an exaggeration to say that the B.E team is working 60-70 hours a week right now. My business partner Warner easily drinks 8-10 cups of coffee a day. I wonder where the United States of America would be without coffee. I actually experimented with not drinking coffee the second half of July–just to see how I held up without it. It was good to get the caffeine out of the system, but I missed the daily coffee rituals (as well as the productivity) I have established surrounding my drinking habit.  Dunkin Donuts Iced coffee is the source of most of these rituals. On Saturday and Sunday mornings, I walk down to the D and D–then head off to drink it and hang out by the fountain in the Stuy-town Oval (where I live in the East Village). I pretty much love starting my days in this matter.

In addition, it would be helpful for the business if I could figure out how to perform on less levels of sleep. Yeah, that would be really nice. I guess on top of this I would also like to be able to fly, have x-ray vision, and the ability to breathe underwater. And time travel… Yes, time travel would be extremely helpful. 

But, I think for now I’ll wander down and get a cup of coffee. And then maybe go to a Yoga class… And then come back and do some more work and hope the neighbors are quiet. 

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I had thoughts about writing about how I bought a new Macbook Pro today–but the amazing customer service at the Apple store is fairly boring. There was actually salsa dance lessons going on in the street in front of the Apple store on 9th Avenue. Or, I was thinking I could write about how hilarious it must be to watch my 6 ft 4 inflexible self attempt to do Yoga. There is some potential here–given that I also workout at a truly absurd gym (not the same one as last year with all the celebrities), I have 26 more posts to go. The law of probability dictates I am going to have to get creative at some point. I cannot really write about the business–which is a blessing and a curse. There is literally so much crazy shit going on everyday that its a nice escape to  write about normal things–like Money Frogs, Burning Man, and Mad Men. 

Maybe I should just write about how ridiculous it is to post everyday–everyday?

Anyway, instead I think I need to mention how overbearingly hot and stinky it is in NYC in the summertime. It can truly be a disgusting ordeal. Picture yourself walking along, minding your own business,  talking on the phone or doing your own thing when all of a sudden you are literally knocked over by the foulest stench you can every imagine. This happens a lot here. I would venture to say at least 5 times a day in July in August–maybe more depending what part of the city you are in. There are many causes including but not limited to dirty-smelly people, dirty-smelly trash, and dirty-smelly people laying in dirty-smelly trash. Oh, and don’t forget urine and subway stenches.   This city holds in stank like none other I have ever experienced–this includes many a third world destination I have visited.

Did I mention how much I love NYC? 

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Anyway,  I got back into NYC at right around 1pm–which sort of threw my day into a frenzy. I literally have so much to do right now that I cannot see straight and missing the morning did not help the head spinning. I love the adrenaline rush when things are busy–but I can be easily distracted. 

So in the spirit of “attempting to get stuff done”, I made the spur of the moment  decision to leave the office on a quest for a quiet place to work. I was not sure to what coffee shop I was headed–but found myself walking west.

When, out of nowhere, something large fell upon my left arm. The sound was much more of a “thud” than a “plop”–it also kind of hurt. It was at about this point that I realized that I had been shat upon by something very large and very high in the sky. I have no idea what sort of flying beast assaulted me–but I am not ruling out the possibility that it was a dragon–or maybe even a pterodactyl.  There is no chance it was a pigeon. That would be simply be impossible. A pigeon could not physically accomplish this feat. I had no choice but to immediately retreat to the closest shower I could find. 

Are there falcons in New York City? Maybe it was a falcon.. Or maybe a pelican ruined my quest for productivity?  But, there are definitely no pelicans in New York. 

If it is true that being shat upon by a bird brings good luck, then oh boy!,  I am in for a hell of a fantastic ride. 

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Today one of of my oldest friends in the world was married. And, he was married in a most swanky way.

Marble. That is the key word. The Tremont Grand–where Justin Curtis and Suzanne Cohen tied the knot today was covered in ornate Marble. It was an elaborate affair–full of cocktail hours, tuxedos, grand ballrooms, and a 10 piece band with a full horn section. The Tremont Hotel was formally the Grand Masonic Lodge in Baltimore. And, apparently the Mason’s did not spare any expense.

My biggest takeaway from the affair was as follows: When at an extremely swanky wedding, stand as close to the kitchen door during the cocktail hour as humanely possible. The beef wellington, rock shrimp, roasted lamb, duck confit, and numerous other horderves will  find their way to you effortlessly. Trust me on this…

My parents are friends with Justin and were also henceforth also invited to the soirée. And, as I had predicted, they owned the dance floor. I think it is safe to say that Lenny and Karen fox trot their way to dominance at any dance floor they encounter. But, weddings seem to be their specialty. The band–a quintessential multi-cultural, multi singer ensemble that apparently played one of Obama’s inauguration balls–were pretty damn spectacular. And my Mom and Dad, made their appreciate known by spinning each other in circles the entire night. Apparently my Mom bought special ballroom dancing shoes recently to insure her long lastingness for these types of occasions.

On a side note, I learned tonight that although Mom has a rough idea about Bon Jovi–she neither knows of, or cares for ACDC.

All in all, the night was a smash hit. I got to hang out with friends from high school that I have not seen in years and years. It was also really fantastic to hang with Lenny and Karen (my parents). They are so much fun–and one day I hope to have even a semblance of their dance moves. I would think the genetics would come into to play here–but at this point I can say that I am nowhere close. Maybe lessons are they key…

Ok, gotta Bolt back to NYC in 8 hours time for yet another huge week. I guess I should get some sleep.

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Update on my crazy neighbors

I wanted to give a quick update about my crazy hell spawned neighbors. After my face to face encounter two days ago in which I came face to face with misery,  things have become eerily silent next door. It may be as simple as them not being home–but I for one am not ruling out the possibility of foul play. The situation over there is ripe for the potential of domestic violence. Although, I sincerely hope they just moved their 7 hours of daily screaming to the Jersey shore for the weekend.

Burning Man, Money Frogs, and Mad Men

I have decided that with this post I am going to outline three important phenomenon (besides my family and friends) that have contributed to my success in life so far–Burning Man, Money Frogs, and Mad Men. The first thing you might be asking yourself is, “What is your definition of Success”?

Success can be measured in a million different ways but my definition is rather simple. Success for me is following my heart, pursing my dreams, and controlling my own destiny. For the last 3 years since I first started traveling this is exactly what I have been doing– and I have found myself happy, alive, and with more motivation than ever before. There have been many leaps of faith along the way. Building a start up business has been life changing in itself. My business partners and I have all learned how fulfilling and thrilling it can be to take a chance and follow your heart.

Burning Man

Last year, walking through the playa (the desert in Northern Nevada where Burning Man is held every year), Mike Cerrone and I decided to take the leap of faith and start our own business in the online video world. Now, less than 30 days away is the one year anniversary of B.E. I plan to write in detail about the Burn this year. The feeling of aliveness and freedom that we took away from our experience last year has carried us through year one of our business. It was a true awakening for Mike (my business partner and roommate), Dave (my best friend in Los Angeles), and I. This year it is our intention to expand on what we learned, in preparation for B.E rocketing to the next level. We are taking a few more compadres with us this time around, renting an RV, and have joined a camp.

Money Frogs

For the last 5 years or so I have gotten into the ancient Chinese art of Feng Sui. Through this interest I have discovered Money Frogs. These little guys are said to bring good fortune and activate wealth in the household. It all started when I worked in the Radio Biz in DC. I bought a money frog–and soon thereafter started making some serious money. I bought a bunch of frogs for people I worked with back then–and they started feeling the rewards as well. Therefore, it only seemed logical to take this to the next level when we started B.E. In BE headquarters we have 9 of these little guys– and they have been doing a damn good job so far if I say so myself. But its certainly not just about the frogs–its about being open to the possibility of prosperity. It is not about longing or wanting material weath–but a state of being content and open to amazing possibilities. If you think I am crazy–click on this link, buy yourself a frog, and watch what happens.

Mad Men

————————- I love this show and have seen all of seasons 1 and 2 (excited for season three to begin on August 18th). But aside from the sheer excellence of the program. I am so completely inspired by my very good friend Robin Veith who is a writer on the show. Last week she was nominated for her second emmy award for episode 8 of season two (the show got 16 total nominations).

Robin and I met last year and she too hails from the North East side of Baltimore county  (in Episode 1 of season three Don Draper actually travels to Baltimore) and we met through our mutual close friends Jess and Dom. In many ways Robin and I are on very similar paths. We have both taken a series of calculated risks and have put all of our efforts into living the lives of our dreams. Her efforts have taken her to LA in the center of the hottest show of Television–while mine have taken me to New York in the center of an emerging industry–in the middle of a massive shift in the advertising world. Ironically, both of our work centers around the advertising world in NYC–only her world is centered 45 years ago. Her dedication is simply awesome. When they are in production she works harder than anyone I have ever met. And through all of this, her ego is in check. She drives a Honda CRX from the late 1980’s (which to me is simply amazing in itself) and lives in the present as much as anyone I know. On a sidenote, she can also drink me under the table.  It is inspiring to know someone that is a part of something so cool, yet still so down to earth. Robin’s energy and efforts inspire me to keep on keeping on.

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So, today was an incredibly bad day for our next door neighbors. At least I think it was bad–but who really knows. The screaming has reached cataclysmic levels. As I have mentioned before, our neighbors are a middle class couple in their 50’s. Who knows how long they have been married (however long it is its been too long)? These people scream at each other for seven hours a day on average. And by screaming, I mean a ear piecing, violent, screeching, slinging of hate. I can only hope that bad ju ju is not creeping through the walls. Actually, I do not think it is, we’re having the time of our lives over here.

But, it is hard to listen to the constant hate being thrown back and forth just a few feet from us. So today, as they were reaching the climax of hatefest 2009, I authoritative banged on the wall. As if to say, “Shut the **** up you ignorant buffoons!” The screaming came to a halt–for about a 5th of a second. Then, 5 minutes later the doorbell rang.

I found myself face to face with the the female buffoon. The exchange was polite and I agreed not to bang on the walls. She mentioned how late we are up on the weekends–and something about how she hasn’t called security “yet”. At least it was subliminal blackmail–and non threatening.

I really want these people to stop screaming at each other! I need to figure out a way to transmit some of our good juju over there. The problem is that if we were to do anything, they will know it was us. We can’t exactly do anything anonymous after today. Does anyone know a good divorce lawyer?

If anybody has any brilliant ideas, I’d love to hear them? Leave a comment below~

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————————-So, in the interest of resurrecting my blogging career, I have decided to actually start writing again.

I am committing to writing 31 posts in the next 31 days for a few different reasons. I would love to get my writing chops back, which I had for a fleeting moment in the summer of 2007 while hiking through the jungles of Colombia .

I am also preparing myself to start blogging for my business, Branded Evolution. The business, which Mike Cerrone and I started 11 months ago is really beginning to take shape. And damn it, we should blog about it. The core audience of Dave Ford Does Earth (my mom, Dave Hill’s Mom, and my college mentor) are probably not going to be as interested in the wide, wide world of social media and online video. But, I think getting back into daily writing mode  will get the juices of my brain flowing again.

Today, walking around New York City I have identified a few things that I can write about on a daily basis (see below). Undoubtedly this will expand as the month goes on.

1. Happenings in Union Square– Union Square is an eight minute walk from my apartment in the East Village. There are highly ridiculous things happening there on a daily basis. Skateboarders, protesters, musicians and Hari Krishnas alike descend upon Union Square everyday to take in the freak show, buy organic vegetables, and breakdance.

2. Trader Joe’s- The Trader Joe’s near my house is insane in many ways. On any given weeknight there is a line around the block to get into this place. The food is uber healthy and cheap, and the people that work there are incredible human beings. I am not sure why this interests me so much but I feel like I can delve deep and find out why this company is so great-and why they run out of food so quickly.

3. My neighbors– The people (male and female married in their mid 50s) that live next door to us scream at each other for 7 hours a day on average. They hate each other and hate life. I have succumbed to the point of banging on the walls in response. I have to let them know that we can hear them SCREAMING! I don’t hate them (well, maybe I hate them a little) but I do feel extremely sorry for them. How can two people allow themselves to live such an existence? We shall explore..

Oh dear, let the blogging begin…

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