“To be awake is to be alive,” or so sayeth Thoreau anyway. Well said, Thoreau, I heartily agree. My genial sense of concordance with Thoreau’s aphorism was augmented this past weekend as I took to the mountains of Heber, where I could curl up on a Love Sac (antithetical to Walden Pond, perhaps, but I certainly wasn’t complaining), and ponder my semi-Walden weekend experience. Sheer bliss, my friends. Afterwards, I almost wanted to personally patch up all the holes in my clothes, and stop paying my poll taxes…(I’ve been studying Transcendentalism in American Lit. Can you tell?)