November 20, 2008
Most days, I sit. A lot. As an editor and a writer I sit at my desk, or I sit at the library, or I sit in the back of a cab and work. I have tried reading and jotting notes while walking, but that resulted in painful discoveries, discoveries like lampposts are stubborn s.o.b.s that absolutely refuse to get out of the way even when they’re clearly in the wrong. And so, I sit - or rather, I sat.
Having acquainted my butt cheeks with just about every flat surface in my apartment and Manhattan at large I decided that I needed an activity that at its very core involved minimal sitting. Skeet shooting, shot...