Finisia, a fellow rewilder who lives in a post-apocalyptic, horse drawn cart, planting back the native plants in the traditional way has found herself in trouble.
While planting, a ranger approached her and well, she ended up in jail! What the fuck?

Hey all,

For those interested, Willem and Urban Scout (long time friends of the Gorrilla and former members of IshCon) put together an interesting video talking about the usage of E-Prime in their lives.

I don't stop and take pictures of this very often, but I had recently realized I haven't gotten around to sharing my ideas of "Gorilla Mycology" and Fungal Wildcrafting. Here is a pictorial tutorial to get you started on growing your own fungi in the wild.

Its weird, thinking about the things that you think now and how they got to be that way.  I mean even in your own head, the road to getting here is long and takes many twists and turns.  There are switchbacks, whose purpose you don’t understand at all until after traveling them for so long, never seeing any real gains you break the ridgetop and see the valley below you and realize what they were for, and what it really was worth to you.

So you have read my proposal for the Wabash Valley, and how I was somewhat disappointed in how no one would touch it with a ten foot pole. As it turns out, there just weren't mouths large enough, or numerous enough, to take a bite out.

I find myself with the crushing weight of trying to find a home for the person I am on the internet in my rather clouded personality field some call my brain. Certain things seem so obvious, and yet mere contemplation is painful.

Later, the empty discomfort I experience in the silence of my studio is washed away by the flickering light and canned laughter coming from my TV and the buzz entering my brain as I finish my third beer. During a commercial, I hit mute on the remote control and stare blankly out the window. I find myself thinking…just what is reality? What is the truth of my life?

From the June 2007 Scientific American:

Restoring America's Big, Wild Animals Pleistocene rewilding--a proposal to bring back animals that disappeared from North America 13,000 years ago--offers an optimistic agenda for 21st-century conservation By C. Josh Donlan

In the fall of 2004 a dozen conservation biologists gathered on a ranch in New Mexico to ponder a bold plan. The scientists, trained in a variety of disciplines, ranged from the grand old men of the field to those of us earlier in our careers. The idea we were mulling over was the reintroduction of large vertebrates--megafauna--to North America.

Okay! Added some more debris to the hut. I noticed how nice the gods are for making living things green and dead things brown. It's alot easier to find debris that way. Sorry if the photos are too dark. I took them just before I left. Sooner or later I'll be sleeping in this. So far it's taken about six hours to build. Hopefully, I be able to pick up the pace with practice.

Last night I did some more work on the debris hut. My wife and youngest went with me this time. I searched far and wide for loose bark on fallen trees. I developed a sense of thanks to the fallen trees for the offering of their bodies. I also realized that just because a tree may be "dead" it's still full of life - Beatles, termites, ants, spiders. Covered in moss and fungus. I noticed how I had become part of the decomposing process through separating the bark from the tree.