June 02, 2005
I'm a hobby junkie. About every year or so, I pick up a new hobby, buy all the toys to go along with it, and then drop it like it's on fire. This prevents me from becoming actually useful in any one field, but I've accepted it as part of my personality, and at least this way I can make better small talk at parties.
My current hobby is disturbing me a little, though. To see why, let's take a look at a few of my past hobbies, and the "toy" I wanted the most to go with them, and compare to my new one.
I took three courses in car repair, and all it really led to was doing my own oil changes for a year and changing a starter motor on a car we got rid of stortly thereafter. They toy I wanted most:
This PDA add-on that could analyze the output from the car's computer. It would have been awesome.
I took one course in Cabinetmaking (a.k.a. "How not to cut your fingers off with a table saw"), and used all that knowledge to install a fake hardwood floor. The toy I wanted most:
A nice miter saw for making great angle cuts. And catapults.
So far so good, right? Cars, tools, oil, sawdust... That's just good, manly stuff. John Wayne would be proud.
My new Hobby? Weightlifting? Mountain-climbing? No:
I watch one stupid TV show, and what little car and woodworking knowledge I had was quickly replaced by the number of tablespoons in a cup (16) or why an egg can be used to keep oil and water-based ingredients from separating (it contains lecethin, an emulsifier). My protective googles have been replaced by a protective apron, and my cordless drill gave way to a hand-mixer.
My new must-have toy:
A freakin' stand mixer (with optional pasta maker attachment, awesome!).
I've gone from possibly sawing my hand off to possibly burning the blueberry scones. At this rate, Amy and I will be fighting for the sewing machine by this time next year.Posted by Kevin at June 2, 2005 10:27 AM