I need to go mow the grass, which isn’t such a bad thing I suppose. Actually, I really enjoy walking back and forth over my yard with a loud drone sounding constantly in my ears–it’s kind of soothing or something and is a good time to just “think” about stuff. Maybe the best thing about cutting the grass is the smell of fresh grass clippings which quite possibly is one of the better outdoors smells there is.

When it comes right down to it, I actually believe that mowing the yard is one of the most quintessentially cool MAN things to do. I feel as if it has all the right components. It’s certainly a work of art, the way that one carefully pushes the mower in order get the right lines and such provides one with substantial aesthetic satisfaction. It’s also hard work; not too hard, but it does make one’s muscles ache luxuriously and provide an excellent amount of sweat. Finally, it just needs to be done, it has value to it, it’s worth doing.

Right, so I think I’m off to mow the grass.