According to the Steve Martin movie The Jerk, everyone has a special purpose. Who am I to dispute with such a treasured social artifact?
Every time I visit Vermont, I think I receive a glimpse of my special purpose, the talent for which I was permitted to exist on this earth.
It consists of shoveling manure out of a barn that has housed sheep for the winter. The job is a perfect one for me, one which I frequently find myself daydreaming about. It consists of vigorous exercise and unskilled, socially useful labor which requires absolutely no thought on my part. You just shovel, wheel out, dump and repeat. Over and over.
My day job, alas, requires a lot of thought and not nearly as much physical activity as I would like (although some might say there are similarities between my real and ideal profession).
FEEDING THE TROLLS. Here's an op-ed by a friend of mine on the balanced budget amendment which fortunately failed to pass in the US House.
TALKING PEPPER SPRAY here. And here.
GOAT ROPE ADVISORY LEVEL: ELEVATED
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When I was in high school my mom always used to ask me "Jim, what do you want to do in your life?"
I'd always laugh at her concern and tell her I wanted to be a sh*t shoveler.
I'm glad I reached my goal and glad to see somebody else sees the beauty in it :)
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