Ethan is maybe a biologist.
Articles by Ethan Linck:
biocentric “deep ecology” - A Third World Critique - 400 parts per million - 1964 Wilderness Act - “pristine” landscapes - ecological theater and evolutionary play - the ecosystem service hierarchy - hyperobject - the right number of trees but have no wolves
New Guinea was almost unimaginably remote - leaving the leader only with a gaggle of Yale college seniors - the Solomons spray like emerald teardrops south of the equator - natural selection, genetic drift, and mutation - thoroughly tired of the tropics - birds like fantails, white-eyes, and monarchs
« Mountain Mocha—they’ve got the most beautiful women in all of Sandy » - you don't really know who is doing the drinking - and as we start to desire coffee and those stubbled men - In between hourly circuits of our thin and wispy nets - I felt bashful, and left the creamer alone - proselytizers and disciples, snobs and unapologetic pleasure seekers - their own bearded biologist - the far right end of the fussy / unfussy axis
despite the indignity of its bonds - where the neotropics meet the nearctic - ecologically, the tragedy gains weight - he'd bash in the skull of one cow a year and was never seen - « he did not know he had toppled the spire off an edifice a-building since the morning stars sang together » - empty spaces and big, dangerous bears fly in the face of this logic
because of the whale - articulated musculature and weightless skeletons and piping song - 670 species seen in North America (that’s good) - « biological species concept » - the « tips » of a phylogenetic tree - Ernst Mayr - ego-driven jaunts by unscrupulous private collectors - Malaria, dried orchids - 426 taxa - your garden-variety twitcher - the limits of ourselves
at the end of a long rutted dirt road in Yakima Indian Reservation - there is a romance to the Colorado Plateau - struggle, iron, volcanoes - the ecocentric canon - Abbey had women problems, and so did I - I remember him in wild, grand places - canyons are a vulvic answer to the peaks - a vein of dirt in the slickrock badlands beyond the RVs and mountain bikers