I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with a non-human world and yet somehow survives still intact, individual, separate. Paradox and bedrock.
No video this year, just big hair.
You’ll have to check the Facebooks to find photos of me as Gulo gulo.
Bonus question: what’s more annoying than knowing that Erin and Hig are embracing the wild with an equanimity few of us will ever be able to understand?
Answer: anyone who reads Gawker.
Ok, I don’t get Danni’s costume. I see exorcist/sexy Ewok hybrid. Bummed I missed out on the fun.
Erin and Hig’s attitudes remind me of the 19th-century pioneers I read about in school. Nothing is a tragedy and nothing is insurmountable, just a another problem to be solved. I admit I can’t really visualize how they’ll cope moving their family around in a similar manner three years from now, when both children are too big to carry but still too small to really hike (and they may possibly even have a third.) It will be an interesting saga to watch.
That was the idea (Regan Ewok). The contacts were quite disconcerting.
I have no doubt that Erin and Hig will find a way to make it work. They’re at once among the nerdiest and most hard core people I’ve met.
Bedrock & Paradox 
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