thehappycorp sat down with our new blogger/writing apprentice, Logan Antill, to find out who we were working with. We told Logan he could do his own write-up, but he just shook his head and motioned for us to follow him into the conference room. There was a meeting going on so we went out on the back porch. Logan sat in the new hammock and started swinging.

Thehappycorp: You’re from Arizona. Is that why you’ve got feathers in your hair?

Logan Antill: Yes. I think so. I’ve always wanted feathers in my hair, bear teeth, little animal bones.

THC: Are you an Indian?

LA: No. Do I look like an Indian?

THC: I don’t know. I’ve never seen a real Indian.

LA: Maybe I wish I was. I’d wear robes if I could get away with it. Desert power.

THC: As opposed to what? Ocean power?

LA: Yeah. There’s a different kind of life you understand coming from the desert. A certain communion with the holy and the ascetic, the flagellant.

THC: I hear you’ve travelled quite a bit. What’s the most ungodly thing you’ve seen?

LA: Everytime I don’t have a friend around to take my picture when I’m travelling alone I lose faith in God. I remember this time in Costa Rica. I had really long hair that I cut off later in a bathroom when it was raining, but the time I’m thinking of was when I walked down to the black beach in Playa Hermosa.

There was a storm coming and the surfers were far out in the dark water. It was past sunset, cloudy and hot. Chickens scratching in the sand, a wooden walkway rotting into a swamp.

I was alone on the beach and I had to ask a woman from Texas to take my picture because my friend was asleep up in our room. The weather was only good for surfing, sleeping, and drinking. We didn’t surf. At night we’d drink beer at the bar next door with American teachers.

THC: You like this format, don’t you?

LA: Yeah, I like interviews. I like this hammock.

THC: It’s cold now, though.

LA: It’s snowing. In April.

Read Logan’s work on his blog, Palaver.