I have worked with my mind my entire career. It is what I had at hand and I have enjoyed it. But, I cannot build my own furniture, overhaul my tractor's engine, or do the electrical wiring in my storage building. In short, I have limited manual competence, and I regret that fact. Matthew B. Crawford, in his intriguing Shop Class as Soulcraft: An Inquiry into the Value of Work, examines what we may have lost by failing to work with our hands. I, for one, think he has a point. There was a time when the intellectual life was not inconsistent with manual competence, and even active craftsmanship. Crawford, a PhD in political philosophy from the University of Chicago who runs a motorcycle repair shop, laments the fact that an entire generation of American "thinkers" cannot do anything. And, he sees this as a threat to American economic development. It is a fascinating thesis given the exaltation of formal education so prevalent today. As for me, I think there is an argument to be made that working with one's hands is good for the mind and the soul. I don't have much in the way of manual competence, but I spend hours thinking about the best use of a problematical tract of land unfit for pasture or crop due to topography and the destructive effects of years of topsoil erosion. On occasion, when I should be thinking of statutes and caselaw, my mind wanders to how I might restore the exhausted and scarred hillside in the back meadow with my own hands. Do I remove more trees and plant grass, or do I give up on grass, make a trip to the quarry for rocks and "go primitive" on the landscape? I vacillate, but one's vision of one's place--and the desire to make something with one's hands--is fundamental and primal.







