SnapChat CEO’s “perpetually topless” GF is a Burner

This story has been doing the rounds of the Interwebz today, after Gawker ran yet another hit piece on LA-based SnapChat CEO (and Ivy League fratboy) Evan Spiegel, whose girlfriend has photos of her running round half naked at Burning Man. Scandalous, right? It seems a few think so, among them ValleyWag, and newly self-anointed Burning Man paper of record, Business Insider.

Girlfriend Lucy Aragon is a 24-year old model and about to become a new Reality TV star, on the Bachelor. She has Burning Man front and center in her Twitter description:

Before you follow me, be advised I have no idea where I’m going. I love Christmas, Steve Jobs, FC Barça and Burning Man.

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snapchat gf 2snapchat gf3Do we have yet another billionaire Burner? More grilled cheese sandwiches and french toast to come? There is no evidence (yet) that Mr Spiegel accompanied his girlfriend to Burning Man this year, or is a Burner. But he sure sounds like a partier,  and according to one email he sent, he and his friends are “certified bros – our frat just got kicked off [Stanford’s] campus”. Brogrammers, that is.

His tweets are mysteriously quiet between August 24 and September 7, when he re-emerges to post this mysterious image…

He just cashed out $10 million personally on an $800m post-money valuation Series B round, bought a Ferrari and told Facebook to go stick a $3 billion cash offer up their datehole, then followed that up by telling Larry and Sergei to go stick their $4 billion up a similar orifice…so why shouldn’t he go?

Maybe this is a sign that he did…

If you ask me, we need MORE topless models at Burning Man. Many more!

snapchat-evan-spiegel.9251213.40One Burner thinks that cooking, Snapchat, and Burning Man have one key thing in common: temporary art.

LA weekly has quite a lengthy story on Snapchat’s rise from Frat Boy Darling to Tech World Darling.

CNet has more details of his career and upbringing.

Yahoo Shine admires his fashion style – not just a hoodie but a cool one.

We’ll leave with a little titbit from The Onion.

The Most Fun at Burning Man

Jessica Gentile over at Vice magazine brings us a tale from Canadian DJ Blondtron, who tells us she arrived at Cargo Cult for her first Burn, and managed to have the most fun at Burning Man out of the 70,000 there, or anyone who had come before. Quite a claim!

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When I read that Vancouver DJ/Producer Blondtron had just gotten back from Burning Man and she was really upset with “people from LA that just didn’t know how to have fun” I literally ran to the closest Internet machine so I could to ask her about it. When I asked her if she knew I was going to quote her on that she said, “What the fuck do I care? I would rather suck a white-guy-with-dreadlocks’ dick than ever see those fucking morons again.” Before I could type “LOL” she said “let me get my vodka.”

It’s not a secret that Canadians know how to party. Every time I try to drink with a Canadian I come close to dying. But really when I say “party” I’m not referring to boring old drugs and alcohol—they just really know how to have fun. I’m not sure if it is all of the outdoor sports up there, or the fact that they have better healthcare so they can afford to do stupid shit and hurt themselves, but every time I’ve raged with our fine Northern friends it’s been unforgettable.

Canada also has very good DJs. Blondtron is not only a skilled DJ, but she is absolutely the life of the party, has the funniest Instagram account ever, and had more fun at Burning Man than anyone else. I have spent some weekends with her in the past, and at points I often can’t decided whether I want to punch her or hug her or both. It depends on the day or where we are, but she is always keeping it real, so I knew she would tell me everything I needed to know about the perfect Burning Man experience. 

THUMP: Start from the beginning.
Blondtron: 
Okay, so the first day we arrive and are super tired and I park my van on the outskirts of our camp, “Brack Frag”—whatever the fuck that is. I was invited by a friend to stay there and it’s run by a super cool dude who just so happens to know way too many people that are douchebags. It’s a pretty dialed camp with lots of generators and showers and shit. So I wanted to camp there because it was my first Burn and I had no idea how to be super prepared. There were probably about 30 people there at peak time.

Does everyone pitch in and pay for it or does someone just set up a camp out of the goodness of their heart?
People are supposed to throw in a little bit of money to cover storage for the year but he really doesnt ask people to give him money. But you can be rad and helpful and give him money of course.

So when everyone arrives there at first are they like, “YEAH WE DID IT LET’S RAGE?”
Fuck if I know. We went on a tear and started butt-luging tequila.

Butt Luging?
You know luging? The Olympic Sport?

Guess not. I should Google it.
You can make an ice luge for vodka. But you can also pour tequila down your ass crack over someone’s face.

Oh sweet, so there were some good first impressions then.
No, this happened up on the Thunderdome, which was the fucking best. It’s a giant geodesic dome and they play techno viking metal. I got lowered into the dome by my ankles. It was rad. My legs got all cut up from the guy’s spiky jacket. But then we went to Capitol Wreckids, which was a big stage there—this kid Chris B from LA was Djing there. Chris Brown; Such an unfortunate name. I am going through my friends photo album right now so I can piece all of this together. But yeah, the first night in my camp was fun. I helped set up the trash and the recycling area, we did some acid and got to know eachother, whatever, you know, not that bad.
Then Tuesday Major Lazer shows up. Then all of a sudden the camp is dead silent and everyone is just on their phones, and worried about wi-fi usage and all that.

You told me everyone got annoyed with you because people were eating bacon out of your butt.
OK so the butt-tequila lounge was happening and this guy was walking around with a giant bag of bacon so then it became tequila-butt bacon-butt. Then it was like, “Who can I get to eat bacon out of my butt on the dancefloor?” And it’s Burning Man so the answer is lots. But then it’s like, “Well, where do we go from here?” So the next day my friend Christina and I were like, “Let’s hide things in our pussy and party and then remember what we put in there and have a big laugh about it.” Wow, it sounds so fucked up when I write it in words, but our group of friends is fucking nuts.

So each night it became a funny thing. Mini-Gherkins, candy, a flashlight, and then all of a sudden hours later you’re standing in the middle of the desert laughing so hard and Christina gets a look on her face that’s like “OMG” and it’s because she laughed so hard that a Gherkin had fallen out of her lady garden.

Jesus Christ! If you were freaking people out at Burning Man I am not really sure where to direct you.
It just all seemed so normal. And it’s not like we were doing it in the middle of the camp.
Your Twitter bio says “Set Your Pussy Free”
Exactly. Burning man is like that. The guys a couple of camps down had a slinky dinky limbo. They just had a slinky attached at wither end to two guys’ dicks and you had to limbo under it.

Wow!
Yeah that’s the whole thing. Every clever pun you have ever thought you were so great for coming up with not only exists there but there is an entire camp of it. And being too cool seriously gets you nowhere there. You will miss everything. If you see something awesome and you want to do it you have to do it in that moment or you won’t see it again. “Oh we’ll go roller disco later.” Nope!

“Hey they are casting butts. Let’s do it.” YUP! And then you park your bike and cover your butt in coconut oil and lie down on a cushion with your friends and 20 minutes later you are the proud owner of your glutes as art. But if you don’t stop you miss it all. The whole mentality of like, showing up to the club not too early, and standing in or near the dj booth, or checking to see if cool people laugh just gets you nowhere there. I did some crazy shit. Even for me. Like Stevie Nicks love dart kinda stuff.

Did you hear any music that blew your mind? It sounds strangely not about that.
I was perpetually disappointed with the music. Just too glitchy and trancey for me. The best music I heard all weekend was at the Dr. Bronners foam tank. The Dr. Bronners camp wins Burning Man forever.

They have a camp? What?
They have a big tent. And the best music. So you go in and you get naked and you’re all dusty and dirty with a bunch of other naked people and there’s this big plexi glass chamber that looks like a gas chamber and it had metal grates on the top and on the bottom and a super hot naked dude that looks like Jesus—WWJDM: When Will Jesus Do Me—is herding all the naked people into this gas chamber of joy. Then all these people with hoses start hyping you and getting you to dance and when you dance enough they spray you with magical lavendar Dr. Bronner foam and you just get covered in it, and everyone is like blissfully laughing and screaming. I was scared to open my eyes because I thought it would sting so I was just bouncing off all of these foamy naked people in a big tank. Then I rubbed my eyes and opened them and it didn’t sting at all and I have never seen any group of people so happy in my life. It was awesome. It was like when you show a puppy snow, but the puppy is actually a fucking guy with a hemp necklace.

So you were basically in a giant town of weird.
It really was like a big city. I went to the temple and had a big cry. And I am totally happy in my life and never feel like I needed to go to a temple. But that’s what is so rad. It’s just important to feel human and when I went there I could feel it before I could see it. It’s so heavy in the air I’ve never felt anything like that except for the few times in Berlin when I was at the wall or something. I couldn’t even go near it for the first few minutes, but then I did and started reading little shrines they’ve made and it’s so weird because it’s so personal and I felt like I was reading someone’s diary or a personal love letter.

With Burning Man it’s just rad because that is what it’s all about, well to me anyways, it’s about letting go of that energy, like a shirt you don’t wear but you have great memories of wearing it and it just sits in your drawer. Or all of your dad’s shirts in a box, or your wedding dress, you know? 

And the temple burning is so crazy. People just sit around in silence. Everyone cries. Everyone! Some of my friends brought their mom’s ashes. It’s just cool to be eating bacon out of your friend’s butt and then jumping in foam with strangers and then crying in silence. It’s fucking perfect. We were in line for eights hours to leave and we all had a potluck. Everyone pooled their food together and there was a team of people carrying around a buffet table of Ding Dongs and tofu salad and tequila.

I swear everyone did not suck at my camp. Some people were not that sucky. I just forget that my best friend is a stripper and I was raised on an Island.

I got really into this whole not-having-attachment thing. Everyone I met and partied with or had sex with on a segway I just walked away from because, what are going to talk about? I mean do you really want to know what this magical girl covered in gold sparkles wearing a crown of Barbie doll heads is like in real life? Probably not. Just like I don’t care about your boring doctor life, or if you financed this whole camp. You can’t care about who people are when you are there because it will just ruin the whole thing. That’s why I just got upset with that whole LA crew—this is the one place you can truly live and the whole concept is to not have attachment.

Do you have any advice for first time burners?
DO: light a cigarette in your butt then make someone in the crowd take it and smoke it.

DON’T: hand your lighter to the girl with a cigarette in her butt trying to light tequila on fire.

DO: put tootsie rolls in your vagina, forget about them, dance on your head for 4 hours, then have your friend remind you they are in there on the bike ride home, make your friends eat them to prove they are real friends, go back to camp and hook up with an artist that hates you’s tour manager, have your friend shout “TASTE THE TOOTSIE ROLLS?!” and him say, “actually yes, I couldn’t figure out what it was.”

DON’T: play the exact same set two nights in a row and yell on the mic, “Who wants a free Major Lazer bandana!?” Everything is free at Burning Man you douche canoe.

DO: light the free bandana on fire and stare blankly back at them.

DON’T: camp with anyone from LA that isn’t Mike B, the crazy idea you had to make a giant bottle out of plastic wrap and PVC pipe and put a massage table in it and have a giant print out of sting’s head with a sign that says “MASSAGE IN A BOTTLE” is not actually a crazy idea at all and you totally should have done that. You will get sick of chips and salsa, stop loading up on vodka because you will always want a cold beer. Treat everyone with socks and sandals on like an undercover cop, Ask all people in socks and sandals if they are undercover geologists or just new to being undercover cops. Get a fucking art car and play your own damn music so you don’t have to listen to whatever the fuck everyone else is playing. Pour tequila out of your butt, get a real torch and walk passed people with L-wire like you’re better than them because you are (you’re not, but fire is AWESOME). Make out with as many people as you can because sex is to burning man like drugs are to Shambhala and head dresses are to Coachella.

Ok I am drunk now.

Blondtron is out of her fucking mind. Follow her on Twitter @blondtron

What do you think, Burners? Is she right? Did Blondtron have more fun at Burning Man than you?

Blondtron is one of those DJ’s who can’t tell you what style of music they play.

Miss Molly Goes to War

by Whatsblem the Pro

CJ Hardin has gone from PTSD to MDMA to A-OK

CJ Hardin has gone from PTSD to MDMA to A-OK

CJ Hardin first went to Burning Man in 2006; when he can make it to Black Rock City he volunteers as a medic. He spins fire staff, and is learning ball poi.

Outside Black Rock City, CJ Hardin is a soldier whose three tours in Iraq and Afghanistan left him an alcohol-soaked, suicidal wreck peppered with physical, emotional, and psychological trauma. The physical damage wasn’t much – some minor injuries, a touch of tinnitus – but the PTSD he suffered picked him up by the scruff of the neck and took him right out of his life.

Michael and Annie Mithoefer are burners, too, and more formally known as Dr. Michael Mithoefer, MD, and his co-therapist, Annie Mithoefer, BSN. The couple run a well-regarded internal medicine practice in Mount Pleasant, South Carolina.

The Mithoefers are currently conducting clinical trials as part of a ten-year, $15,000,000 project that intends to transform MDMA — sometimes sold under the street names Molly, Ecstasy, or X, among others — from an illegal street drug into an FDA-approved prescription medicine. CJ Hardin is a patient in one of those trials.

The project is being administered by a non-profit organization called MAPS, or the Multidisciplinary Association for Psychedelic Studies. MAPS, currently the only organization in the world funding clinical trials of MDMA-assisted psychotherapy, has earned a solid reputation in the scientific community by doing peer-reviewed work on the legitimate medical uses of psychedelics and marijuana since 1986.

To a non-profit organization like MAPS, exploring the medical uses of MDMA makes good sense, because the patent on the drug has expired. This being the case, the for-profit pharmaceutical industry has little or no interest in testing and developing the drug into a product. Once someone like MAPS does it, the for-profit big boys in the big league may manufacture their own version and sell it alongside the patented products they own, but since they can’t hold a monopoly on the drug, there’s no money to be made in doing the groundwork that must come first. This is part of the reason why MDMA has remained on the government’s Schedule 1 list of substances that supposedly have no medicinal value.

All the drugs that MAPS works with either have expired patents, like MDMA, or are unpatentable, like marijuana; once the research allows products to be manufactured from them, nobody – not even MAPS – will have a monopoly on making and selling them, and thus they will likely remain cheap or even free to the people who need them most.

I interviewed CJ Hardin about his progress with the Mithoefers’ MDMA-assisted psychotherapy on Tuesday, November 26th, 2013.

Whatsblem the Pro:
CJ, you’re a burner, right? How did you find your way to Black Rock City the first time?

CJ Hardin:
I went with friends in 2006, after my second Iraq deployment. I really didn’t know much, other than that it was a huge party with cool music and art in the desert. We rented a bus and really kinda glamped it. I didn’t know that it was such a participatory event, but I really started to enjoy it once I began talking to fire spinners, since I had done fancy drill teams with rifles in the JROTC. I had a great time, but also gained a deeper appreciation for the burner community. I really appreciated how Burning Man set itself apart from music festivals I had been to, like the Family Values Tour, and Bonaroo.

Whatsblem the Pro:
How long have you had PTSD, and how long have you been doing the MDMA therapy?

CJ Hardin:
I got deployed in 2003 during the initial push to Baghdad, and served three tours in Iraq and Afghanistan. I started to really feel it after the second deployment.

I’ve been in the MDMA study since midsummer of 2013, and I’m about to do my third MDMA session, on December 3rd. If I haven’t been getting the higher of the two doses they’re testing, I’ll get another five sessions with the high dose after this.

Whatsblem the Pro:
This is a horribly rude question that I wouldn’t ask under other circumstances, but would you mind telling me something about the experiences you had that left you with PTSD?

CJ Hardin:
Well, I’ve been hit by two IEDs while in armored vehicles, but I wasn’t seriously injured, just some hearing loss. I was hit by a bullet fragment from friendly fire that made me think I was shot. . . and pretty much every day we were being targeted with mortar and rocket fire, so we could never really feel safe. On top of that, I was a member of a command team, so I got to see all the operational stuff and the casualties. There was a lot of gory stuff, and friends getting injured and killed. . . and of course never knowing whether a mortar was going to drop on you in your sleep or on the shitter was a really bad feeling that dissociates you from the real world. All of it combined was the problem.

Whatsblem the Pro:
What sort of symptoms did you develop?

CJ Hardin:
Any sudden noise, change of air pressure in the room, motion. . . I’d get hyper-vigilant. Rapid pulse, crippling anxiety. Depression. A need to avoid crowds. Driving became impossible; I’d swerve to avoid anything near the road because it would remind me of IEDs. I got into some major alcohol abuse to keep my mind off stuff. Insomnia. Lack of a sex drive. Thanks to the IEDs, I’ve also got permanent tinnitus, which is a ringing in the ears.

I got to the point where I stayed home and never went out. I didn’t even try to work really, just did odd jobs. I had a lot of suicidal thoughts.

Whatsblem the Pro:
How has the therapy you’ve been doing with the Mithoefers affected all this?

CJ Hardin:
Working with them and with the MDMA has vastly reduced all the symptoms. Some are gone totally. I go out and hike and drive now; I don’t jump as much at all at sudden things; I’m much better with crowds now. Essentially, I realize on a gut level that I’m not at war any more, and I’m safe.

Whatsblem the Pro:
All that, with just two sessions?

CJ Hardin:
Two sessions with the MDMA, and some therapy sessions in between, yes. I’m about to do the third MDMA session.

Whatsblem the Pro:
It sounds like you got your life back.

CJ Hardin:
I did get my life back! There was a profound difference after the first session. . . and my girlfriend benefits by having a sane boyfriend. Did I mention that I lost my marriage due to the PTSD?

Whatsblem the Pro:
I’ve read that a single dose of MDMA might be worth years of psychotherapy.

CJ Hardin:
Oh, yeah. . . eight hours of therapy with MDMA feels like three years of therapy without it.

Whatsblem the Pro:
What went with the MDMA? Were you guided through any particular experience with it, or did they just give it to you and babysit passively?

CJ Hardin:
Oh no, I was totally guided. The doctor and his wife, who is a nurse, were with me the whole time. There was soft music playing, and they gave me a sleeping blindfold in case I wanted to “go inside.” My girlfriend was there for most of the time, too. They let me talk about whatever. Sometimes they would remind me of what I was saying or get me back on a train of thought.

Whatsblem the Pro:
They told you to go inside yourself?

CJ Hardin:
Yep. After I’d talk about something a little more intense, they’d suggest that I go inside and try to feel where I felt the feelings. . . then breathe through it. To dwell on it, kind of.

Whatsblem the Pro:
I can see that happening at a theme camp at Burning Man, too.

Thank you, CJ. This is fascinating research, and from what you’re telling me it seems very promising. Is there anything the community can do to get involved and help?

CJ Hardin:
Actually, yes. . . the study I’m taking part in right now needs funding to continue. It’s all non-profit, and runs on donations, so there’s an Indiegogo campaign that you can give money to. You can read all about the clinical trials and the science and everything there, too.

I really believe that the work the Mithoefers are doing is going to end up helping a lot of people who need help badly and can’t get it because MDMA is illegal. It’s helping me, and I’m very grateful. Please give generously!

Whatsblem the Pro:
Good luck, CJ! We’re rooting for you.