It's time for the festival of all festivals. Insanity to make the conventionally insane look sane. A marvelous melange of art, sex, steampunk and a balance of other pleasures despite how debauched or hedonistic they may be—all, of course, in good fun.
I speak, of course, about Burning Man.
As 50,000 hit the "playa" this week, they'll be able to buy just two things in their temporary community: ice and coffee. And wouldn't you know it: for the few days it exists, it's home to the world's largest java joint. According to Burning Man's website, the Center Camp café touts 120 feet of linear counter space and and takes a team of some 500 volunteers to perk "burners" 24/7 throughout the event's duration. Really, where on earth else will you find clowns pulling shots off a La Marzocco covered in stickers with such phrases as "freedom jail: sounds like pot rock?"
Rules expressly prohibit the engagement of any other acts of commerce within Black Rock City limits (clearly they have their priorities straight), so for anything else, you better bring it yourself, barter the Black Rock market or you're s%#* out of luck.
Burn, baby, burn.
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