Somewhere off a desert highway, thousands of urban primitives flocked to Nevada's Black Rock Desert for the 10th Anniversary of the Burning Man, a cyber-fed festival of arts and culture that would take a team of sociologists to figure out. They were a mesmerizing mish-mash of hippies, moshers, mothers, anarchists, motorheads, pagans, and partiers who came to breathe deeply, dance naked, paint bodies, make pasta, celebrate summer build community, and erect a 40-foot man. And before it was over, they burned it to a soul-satisfying crisp.
