Coming To Town
At Burning Man, nobody goes by their real name. The name you had in the default world, the world you left outside the gates and perimeter of Black Rock City, is no longer who you are or who you introduce...
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After waking up among the tipis of Root Society, Rob and I grabbed two bikes and rode out toward the deep playa. On the horizon, we could see what looked like a wall of dust coming toward us as we...
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Having been invited to speak at the Beth Chaim Men’s Club Breakfast on the subject of Israeli Street Art, I knew this group of suburban guys and their interim Rabbi would have more than a couple questions about how I,...
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