I get over things crazy quick.
ANYWAY.
Reading this book called "Shopclass as Soulcraft". It's basically this guy's (forgot his name) thesis on why manual labor or craftsmanship can be spiritually rewarding, and why its an almost instinctive human way of finding fulfillment. He argues that our education system is breeding an onslaught of paper pushers, which is creating a multitude of problems. Basically, we're dependent on 'specialists' for the most minuscule problems that happen to anything material we possess. The guy used to work for a think tank in D.C. which he says was bullshit, and he prefers working in his motorcycle repair shop. A job he labels as "more intellectually stimulating" than his prior work. I like his premise, and I agree with a lot of what he says, but man this book has so many words I never knew existed. Now, I'm not saying it's automatically a red flag for being ostentatious, it can really embellish a piece of writing, making it flow really well and beautiful. I just don't like it when I read something, and it feels like the writer just throws in some random big ass words here and there to prove a point. Granted, this isn't written to be a piece of art, it's basically a series of essays, but still. It's also hard to take the guy seriously when he's advocating looking into working class jobs as a source of meaningful work, but then uses almost pretentious language. It just feels like he's trying way too hard to prove that blue collar workers can be intellects too. Come on man, you don't have to engorge your dick with all these words, you have a PHD in Philosophy and a BS in physics. You're a smart motherfucker, we get it.
Well, I'll report back when I finish the book. I might burn it for heat, not sure yet, so I may never finish it.
K CYA
OH YEA ALMOST FORGOT.
Yeah, I pull these things out of my random folder, so I'm not exactly sure what will come out...as you can see.
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