Papa Bear wrote:
Bob wrote:I hate theme camps.
Interesting. May I ask why?... I can easily see why a person might hate some theme camps, or the notion of "registered" theme camps (and the associated bureaucracy), but I'm genuinely curious to know why you would hate them all.
Might be a little beside the point of this thread -- or it might not.
I hate theme camps in the spirit of Burning Man.
I hate that people doing projects large and small continually prove that they need supervision.
I hate that human spontaneity in the broad artistic realm often conflicts with planning for the incredibly stupid.
I hate that theme camps evolved to what they've become today largely as a method of social and legal control over expression at the event.
I certainly don't hate or blame the BLM or the sheriffs -- laws exist everywhere.
I hate theme camps much in the spirit of why the organization bailed out on providing sound stages a few years ago. The Esplanade camps dominate the look-and-feel of the event along a replication of a suburban strip mall, with very nicely traffic-engineered suburban communities zoned behind them.
I hate that the baffling irony of social control via Black Rock City zoning is not a more troubling issue for more people.
I hate that Stepford-like wifeliness is considered a virtuous de facto success tactic on the playa. Survival tactics are secondary at best. Theme camps are judged by subjective measures of success, that have nothing to do with what happens when three or four inches of rain hit the playa overnight and the people who can afford to do theme camps start cell-phoning for tow trucks.
I hate that theme camps encourage the kind of club-joining and conformity that is so much an inspiration and target for iconoclasts like the rest of us. Even if I wanted to join a club, I would not have picked Burning Man as a place to coerce me into being a joiner.
I hate that theme camps advertise at our expense.
I hate that this is an art event that encourages "participation" -- but only subject to handing over self-direction to others' interpretations of what is responsible and permissible under a strangely fabricated amalgam of legal and extra-legal terms and conditions.
I hate that whatever you do at the event now occurs in a traffic zone not of your own choosing.
I hate that you essentially buy your theme camp space from a theme camp department according to their assessment of commercial worth in terms of attracting ticket-holders of a certain stripe.
I hate that the "City" part has ceded and/or superseded the "Rock" and the "Black".
But I love the love I have for theater, and the love I have for irony -- this outwieghs everything else, and keeps me coming to the event. Love plain and simple helps me justify my love for all you moopers, and for Camp Hedon From the Planet of Wanton. I would die to protect their right to camp.