Nick Offerman wrote about his love of woodworking for the Huffington Post. He writes (make sure to read it in a Ron Swanson voice):
In my day job, performing for folks is a gas, and I am very tickled to make a nice living as a professional jackass, but it is the production of sawdust and shavings that brings me the most profound satisfaction. I love nothing more than to escape to my shop and set up a wenge (African hardwood) canoe thwart in my bench vise and set to shaping it with nothing more than a freshly sharpened spokeshave and a complacent smile. I crank up some Neil Young or Tom Waits, some Bob Dylan or Iron and Wine and lose myself in the making. The great agrarian writer Wendell Berry asserts that hard work is a privilege, and I whole-heartedly doff my cap in agreement.
He later describes his extended family as “excellent Americans,” which is an amazing and perfect way to describe one’s extended family. I can read that guy describe anything. Hopefully, next is an essay about the joys of wrapping a turkey leg in bacon and/or stuffing it inside a hamburger.