"My impulse to write books originates in the urge to find out what I don't know."
-Michael Ruhlman, Ratio
When I awoke in the barn one uncharacteristically chilly July morning, I had the thought, how the hell DID I come to live in a barn? The curiosity became such that I obsessed over it. I could understand on a basic level how it happened––tracing my steps from skateboarding to farming in my head––but that was ultimately unsatisfying. Thoughts, however clarifying, are inherently fleeting. It's easier for me to reason and understand things when I explore them, study them, and especially, write them down. So it wasn't hard to decide to do a series like this––it was selfish. I wanted to know the answer just as much as I wanted to share it. As the author, I felt at times I did a good job, at times I mighta dropped the ball a little, and at times I might not have captured the sheer impact of a subject on my most excellent journey. Books for example, but a writer should never be expected to do justice to the importance of books in their lives. September? Natural Wines, though? I owe so much to these things, and I did my best to offer them credit, but no matter what, it will always feel impossible to properly thank the one's who raised you. All in all, through typos, hangovers, basketball and existential meanderings, I'm extremely pleased with the results, excited about the findings, and thrilled with the opportunity to share them.
In conclusion of the series, I would like to thank you all for the kind, encouraging notes. I hope to keep posting occasionally throughout the season, but mainly I hope to work, read, ferment and learn a lot, while washing the sweat off in the swimming hole. So if you don't hear from me for a while, you know where I am.
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