For some reason, we often don’t think of reading as productive.
Occasionally, it takes time to recognize greatness.
It was a Tuesday in the middle of winter. Late January or early February.
One of the (many) reasons I don’t like working with my hands is because I don’t feel any sense of accomplishment with having done the work. If a fence needs to be built in my yard, I feel the exact same way if I do it or if I pay someone else to do it.
And that’s how I feel in all aspects of my life.
I value the destination over the journey.
I have a confession to make: I didn’t love Enter the Wu-Tang [36 Chambers] the first time I heard it. Actually, I kinda sorta didn’t even like it. I know that’s like the Pope saying he didn’t dig the Bible the first time he read it, but it’s true.
I lead a sedentary lifestyle. I work in an office and I read and write in my spare time. The most non-sitting that occurs in my day is my nightly routine of doing the dishes, where my six-foot-three frame has to stoop just to reach the bottom of the sink.
This general lack of movement and exertion is the only thing I miss about working manual labor.
What is the best Batman film of all time?
I’m asked the question often.
Recently, I learned that someone close to me had received a promotion. A big promotion. They would now be doing a job that is reserved for very few people in the world. It meant plenty of perks and tons of responsibilities. It was one of those jobs that comes with a press release.
The Passion of Christopher Pierznik 