is me – busy. I was slammin’ last week to get my freelance stuff done enough to start my new full time gig this week, which has also been humming along.

Fun fact: I pulled an all-nighter on freelance work the night before my first day! Nothing says “I care” like showing up to work with no sleep. I don’t think I came off as too drugged, tho. At least, I’m still employed as of this evening.

It was a bit gratifying, although sad, that Amira and Janece took it hard. Amira cried most of the way home from dropping me off the first morning, and Janece admitted via chat that she was also a bit “weepy”. I’m glad that living with my usual prickly intrasigence every day for the last years didn’t entirely put them off of missing me. And, yes – even though I’ve been pretty involved with the transition, I’ve missed having them around a lot, too. It’s truly the hardest part of not working from hom.

Hope you’ve all been well – all 2 or 3 of you. More later as I get into this new groove.

Nationally and internationally, old authorities are crumbling. No less of a luminary than the Secretary of the Treasury said a few days ago that capitalism is changing. The rug has been yanked out from under the financial experts and captains of industry. Political alignments are shifting as old orthodoxies die in favor of new realities. Entire industries are fading away never to return, along with their cultural markes and mores.  We are shedding the skin of our latest decades-old national identity, and not sure what our new one is.

And the church has not been left untouched by this upheaval. I’m not sure what’s floating around out there in the ol’ Jungian subconscious, but I’ve had several different, unbidden, and related encounters that I’m mulling and have yet to condense into a coherent signpost to anything. Here are my bits and bobs, presented straight with no commentary.

Michael Spencer, proprietor of InternetMonk.com, in an article in the Christian Science Monitor:

We are on the verge – within 10 years – of a major collapse of evangelical Christianity. This breakdown will follow the deterioration of the mainline Protestant world and it will fundamentally alter the religious and cultural environment in the West.

Within two generations, evangelicalism will be a house deserted of half its occupants. (Between 25 and 35 percent of Americans today are Evangelicals.) In the “Protestant” 20th century, Evangelicals flourished. But they will soon be living in a very secular and religiously antagonistic 21st century.

This collapse will herald the arrival of an anti-Christian chapter of the post-Christian West. Intolerance of Christianity will rise to levels many of us have not believed possible in our lifetimes, and public policy will become hostile toward evangelical Christianity, seeing it as the opponent of the common good.

Millions of Evangelicals will quit. Thousands of ministries will end. Christian media will be reduced, if not eliminated. Many Christian schools will go into rapid decline. I’m convinced the grace and mission of God will reach to the ends of the earth. But the end of evangelicalism as we know it is close.

Andrew Sullivan, editor of The Atlantic, wrote a post called “Clinging To The Wreckage” yesterday:

In the last decade, I realize that many of my most cherished institutions have failed – and failed in ways that are not trivial. Perhaps the institution dearest to me, the Catholic church, greeted the emergence of gay people in a way that never truly reflected the compassion of Jesus or the good faith arguments many of us offered as a way forward. This was sad to me, but not life-changing. I know the Holy Spirit takes time, as James Allison reminds us. But then came the sex abuse crisis. Like many others, the truth about the evil in the heart of the church, and the cooptation and enabling of that evil, and the refusal to take real responsibility for the evil, simply left me gasping for air. I realize now that my Catholic identity never recovered, even if my faith endures in a far more modest and difficult way.

And a reader responded:

…I raised three children in the Church and its elementary and secondary schools and none seem to have any interest in its increasingly bland liturgies, meddling in politics, and assertive clericalism.  My own wife, a product of a particularly superstitious strain of Irish Catholicism, the other day pronounced the Church’s dogmas on priestly celibacy and the ordination of female priests “ridiculous”.  I fear that soon I will be sitting in the pew alone, my wife busy elsewhere.  Just another middle-aged parishioner in a rapidly aging congregation, listening to an ancient priest rebuke the moral laxity of certain “young people” who would never be caught dead at one of his homilies.

Rainn Wilson (aka. Dwight Schrute on the sitcom The Office) is Ba’hai, and has started a site called Soul Pancake. Why? From his introductory video:

I’m sick of spirituality being airy-fairy, hippy-dippy, and precious. I want to have a debate about life’s big questions. I want to de-lame-ify talking about God and religion. Soul Pancake is where spiritality and creativity meet. Want to join us?

Me, a couple of nights ago. I had a dream that I was back at Mars Hill Church – a local church in Seattle where I served as worship leader and a kind of arts experimentor/integrator along with a number of others. I was talking with two friends – Brad and Luke – both of who are reasonable people in real life, but who were acting like massive a-holes in our conversation: defending the church’s fundamentalist theology with arrogant dismissiveness. At first I couldn’t respond to them. My throat felt thick and my jaw locked up so that I talked like I had some kind of advanced Parkinsons – that dreamlike helpless state. But I was so indignant, enraged by what I was hearing that with massive effort I forced out a rebuttal. I think I partially woke myself up doing it because I went into a lighter sleep where my tongue was loosened. We verbally battled, and I felt a surge of passionate, insightful, important arguments against their behavior and assumptions come flooding out in a boiling river of indictments.

It was only after I woke up a bit that I realized the dream wasn’t personal to either the church or my friends. They were a stand-in for my life’s worth of Evangelical experience with its thickheadedness, divisiveness, selective factual amnesia, disconnect from the past, arrogant posturing, and all of the rest, delivered by friendly, engaging and compelling people in an infuriating mix of always-hoped-for, but never realized, promise and possibility. I told Janece that the dream was very much about me feeling betrayed in a very painful, personal way.

Thoughts?

Maureen Dowd has decided, for reasons unknown, to anoint herself the National Dominatrix In Charge Of Emasculating President Obama. Dowd’s smug condescension is normally humorous in the same way that you’d be mildly amused at a monkey trying to play the piano, but her column today was so annoying as to push me over the edge into actually writing a letter to the editor.

Some samples from her latest triumphant manifesto:

Let’s face it: The only bracing symbol of American strength right now is the image of Michelle Obama’s sculpted biceps. Her husband urges bold action, but it is Michelle who looks as though she could easily wind up and punch out Rush Limbaugh, Bernie Madoff and all the corporate creeps who ripped off America.

In the taxi, when I asked David Brooks about her amazing arms, he indicated it was time for her to cover up. “She’s made her point,” he said. “Now she should put away Thunder and Lightning.”

I’d seen the plaint echoed elsewhere. “Someone should tell Michelle to mix up her wardrobe and cover up from time to time,” Sandra McElwaine wrote last week on The Daily Beast.

….

David was not smitten by the V-neck, sleeveless eggplant dress Michelle wore at her husband’s address to Congress — the one that caused one Republican congressman to whisper to another, “Babe.”

He said the policy crowd here would consider the dress ostentatious. “Washington is sensually avoidant. The wonks here like brains. She should not be known for her physical presence, for one body part.” David brought up the Obamas’ obsession with their workouts. “Sometimes I think half the reason Obama ran for president is so Michelle would have a platform to show off her biceps.”

And it just kinda goes on and on from there, uselessly taking up space like some kind of a cancerous hairy melanoma on the Opinion page of the NYT. I wrote this to the editor in response:

Given Dowd’s usually vapid writing (and today’s entry being a particularly fine example of it), I thought it was pretty funny that she started her editorial with the phrase “Journalists are never supposed to start a piece…” as though she was, in fact, a journalist instead of snarky NYT columnist with about as much accuracy and insight on our national zeitgeist as Kristol in his NYT heyday (that is to say, not much).

So, Dowd’s not much at all of a journalist. But would it be too much to ask for at least a little perspective if you’re writing for a paper as prestigious as the NYT?

For one thing, who gives a flying rat fart about what David Brooks and the rest of the DC eunuchs think about Michelle Obama’s wardrobe? Why take up half a column name-dropping Brooks and his kind of half-assed insider D.C.-celebrity gossip? Isn’t the newspaper business in enough trouble without taking up inches with stuff that gossip blogs can do better, and more humorously, than Dowd?

For another, what’s with Dowd’s ongoing emasculation crusade with President Obama? “Her husband urges bold action, but it is Michelle who looks as though she could easily wind up and punch out Rush Limbaugh…”? That’s what passes for keen political insight these days? Never mind that the White House has been using the GOP for a football since they took office. Dowd’s been caustically catty about his manliness ever since he hit his stride in the campaign last year and I’m starting to worry about her a bit. It’s like she can’t stand to have a powerful, confident young (black?) guy running the White House and completely ignoring her (and everyone’s) irrelevant jabs, and it’s driving her a bit round the bend.

Look, Dowd – you and Brooks didn’t have to muscle your way for two long years through Hillary Clinton and the other Democratic contenders, the entire GOP, Jeremiah Wright, Fox News and the rest of the cable media lineup, the South and hundreds of years of racial prejudice, hundreds of intense and tiring nights away from your family, and Lord knows what else, to convince millions of Americans to vote for you and take the Presidency in a crisis of ridiculously bad proportions (thanks to _your_ media’s complete lack of oversight on Bush in the first place).

Maybe if you did all that successfully, you might have a legitimate chance to take up valuable column space in the NYT to spread your oh-so-valuable catty-meow meanderings. In the meantime, in the same spirit of Jon Stewart’s pleas on Crossfire, for the sake of your readers and the health of America in general… Please have some decency and STFU already.

Luvs n kisses,

Paul Moment
NYT Reader
Seattle, WA

I’m sure my letter won’t get any farther than some bored, sleepy intern, but I felt it was the least I could do to help uplift my nation today.

UPDATE: I always respect BooMan’s take on things political. It’s gratifying to know he and his commenters also equally stunned by Teh Stupid.

LATE UPDATE (for Maria): IMO, a few afterthought kudos at the end can’t cover the horrifying vacuousness of Dowd’s post, and writing in general. I agree with Erica Barnett at Slog – here and here.

“We were told that Nick said the two NFL players took their life jackets off and drifted out to sea,” said Bob Bleakley, whose son Will Bleakley, 25, is also still missing.
~ via FoxNews

Four friends, all athletes, all young and in good condition, all dumped into the same vast frigid water miles from land with only a vest/cushion to lift them up, all with the same odds of survival. Only one comes back. Why?

Doctors say it was not only his physical stamina, but his mental stamina that made the difference. I couldn’t tell from the article, but I would surmise that he determined that his best course lay in giving himself every edge he could by sticking to the boat. A white hull of a 21′ boat is easier to see than a single human in a life vest. He must have determined to stick it out through the pain of his icy muscles and exhaustion of battling the powerful waves, and more importantly, stick it out through the temptation to lose his resolve by giving in to animal fear and wild desperate urges and despair. 46 hours later, the rescuers found him, still clinging to the boat, 35 miles out to sea, alone.

What of his friends? One was certain, floating in the pitch cold black, that he’d seen a light from shore. He stripped himself of his last advantage – his life vest – and struck out swimming for what he thought he’d seen. Even more sobering are the actions of the other two friends who died first. At some point in the first night they must have made a decision that the game was unwinnable, hopeless. Deliberately (and, one would assume, ignoring the pleas of their friends), they removed their jackets, let go, and drifted away. And down.

I don’t know what I would have done their positions and I don’t presume to know why they all made the decisions they did. I do know that I’m pitifully out of shape – physically for sure, and probably mentally. I also know that when circumstances collapse, my instinctive desire is to assert some kind of final control by deciding to preemptively get out – whatever “out” is. In other words, I’m often a lot more like the first two friends who stopped fighting, who drifted into the dark and never got to see the lights of the Coast Guard choppers.

The lessons to be drawn from this tragedy are so obvious as to practically write themselves, so obvious that maybe they’re even clichéd. (Lifetime Movie Of The Week, anyone?) But that doesn’t mean the lessons aren’t worth drawing. Sometimes being cynical just makes you take off your life vest.

The obvious lesson: Sometimes it’s gonna hurt bad, sometimes you’re gonna get pounded until you’re beyond exhausted, sometimes you’re going to be distracted by the temptation to take what you think is an easier way out of the oppressive dark, sometimes you’ll be tempted to simply give up because you think you know better than the friends who are rooting for you, telling you not to stop. But don’t let go of the thing that helped you venture out.

Don’t let go of the boat.

“Things You Should Be Doing When The Meteor Hits” Dept: OK. Yes, we’re all gonna die from impact with an outsized planet fragment, but in the meantime, there’s Kutiman:

Kutiman is an Israeli musician that had the simple, but utterly genius, idea to sample YouTube. He trolled Lord knows how many music videos to find raw material, sliced and diced it, and formed it into these incredible compositions that he’s pulled together into an online album he calls “ThruYou“.

It’s been a long time since I’ve heard/seen something new that grabbed me by the eye-pits and immersed me in delight, but Kutiman’s compositions left me flabbergasted, floored and completely transported — not only by the album’s concept (which is genius) or how good the songs are (they are excellent), but also in how sensitively and well he handled the video editing which is an integral part of the song’s delights. For instance, consider this gem called “Someday”. It’s like watching a light and satisfying O. Henry-On-YouTube short story with a surprise twist (the singer) and wonderful little ending (the smile):

When I first saw Kutiman’s stuff, what immediately went through my mind is “this must be the delight that God feels in the human experience”, that delight that artists get to experience and share — immersed in and weaving all these disparate and seemingly unrelated shards and fragments of human passion and expression, floating up like incense, into intricate and beautiful tapestries of sound.

Do yourself a favor and spend 40 minutes with this album at www.thruyou.com and I hope you have as joyful a time taking it in as I did.

“Unctious Little Toady Slayer” Dept: Here’s Jon Stewart of the Daily Show bringing the pain to the odious little business-brown-nosers at CNBC. These “financial journalists” and “experts” bowed and scraped to the same captains of industry for the months before our crisis, the same CEOs whose hubris is wreaking so much havoc and personal pain and who are still robbing the taxpayers blind.

One can only hope that this has the same effect as Stewarts infamous “Crossfire” appearance where his very public expose of the show’s vapid and bankrupt premise was so authentic and devastating that the show was cancelled not too long after.

It’s a pity that the Very Serious Media, for the most part, has left the heavy lifting of this kind of obvious truthtelling to late-night comedy hosts like Stewart and Colbert, but at least we’re in capable hands.

More From The “Death Of The Expert” Dept: Brian Appleyard offers up a nice finisher:

…I didn’t mention the findings of Philip Tetlock at Berkeley. He studied pundits and discovered they were, to a rough approximation, always wrong when making predictions. He took 284 pundits and asked them questions about the future. Their performance was worse than chance. With three possible answers, they were right less than 33 per cent of the time. A monkey chucking darts would have done better. This is consoling. More consoling still is Tetlock’s further finding that the more certain a pundit was, the more likely he was to be wrong. Their problem being that they couldn’t self-correct, presumably because they’d invested so much of their personality and self-esteem in a specific view. (That makes me think of so many people, almost everybody, in fact.)

Tetlock said: ‘The dominant danger remains hubris, the vice of closed-mindedness, of dismissing dissonant possibilites too quickly.’

Personally, I am fully aware that I am wrong about everything, a posture which, if applied correctly, would make me right 33 per cent of the time in Tetlock’s tests and, therefore, a better pundit than the pundits.

(via Andrew Sullivan, as always)

“In-Jokes From The ’80s” Dept: A hilarious tribute for we children of the Hairspray Decade…

Just when you’re starting to get your head and courage wrapped around the Economic Winter Of Our Discontent and end of Western civilization as we know it, along comes the news that

An asteroid which may be as big as a ten-storey building has passed close by the Earth, astronomers say. The gap was just 72,000 km (44,750 miles); a fifth of the distance between our planet and the Moon. It is in the same size range as a rock which exploded over Siberia in 1908 with the force of 1,000 atomic bombs.

I took a little time today, just for fun, to imagine what the world response would be if 1000 atomic bombs suddenly went off over New York. Or Beijing. Or Moscow. I’m not sure that there’s really any meaningful contingency plan for what would happen next (besides the almost-certain Cheney/Biden deathmatch over who gets to use the undisclosed location).

Our existence on this planet is absurd. Asteroid near-misses are just another poke in the eye to Benevolent Universe/Creator theories. I told Janece that I guarantee that right about the time a massive asteroid exploded over one of our major cities, you could find some devout (and unlucky) churchgoer feeling grateful for God having helped them find their car keys. And then, blammo! Enter the random big-ass space rock. And that’s just the Churchies. Never mind the New Age folks getting up from their lotus positions, feeling at one with the universe and idly wondering where that big shadow came from all of the sudden.

We meat creatures run around on the surface of this rocky, vegetation-and-water-covered ball creating and feeling, in all sincerity, the most wonderful and intricate and meaningful frameworks for the universe and our place in it – none of which have any bearing on whether a 10-story space rock randomly annihilates Boston. Or the myriad viruses that quietly and patiently mutate, waiting for their chance to tear through millions of human hosts in a destructive pandemic on a mindless quest for their own day in the sun. Or [insert your random natural destruction of choice here].

Life on this ball isn’t kind to our animal existence, which – it can be argued – is our only real experiential takeaway in this life. You can’t really end-run around the meat. It can be ignored, contextualized, rationalized, or embraced – it makes no difference. It’s  the elephant in the room when the talk turns to the spiritual. It’s the faulty telegraph through which we claim to receive Divine missives. At the end of the day, it’s the meat, not the Grand Unified Theory of Spiritual Oneness, that closes up shop on the mental exertions in order to get its teeth brushed and be fed bread and eggs.

And consider lobotomies. When the meat and the soul tangle, it’s the soul that seems to come out on the losing end. If that’s the case, then how much soul is left after the meat gets smashed with a space rock?

Apologies for the philosophy 101 stuff. I’m not adept at it, and it’s been a long day. I’m just feeling like anyone that can’t acknowledge, right at the outset, that reality might be as grubby and literal and exposed as it first appears hasn’t looked through a telescope lately.

So, I got a new job starting a little later this month. It’ll be the first traditional employment I’ve had in 15+ years, but I’m currently burnt out on being a freelancer and want to get back to steady paychecks for a while.

In the course of going through the hiring process, my new company had me take a personality assessment quiz. The assessor – a one man company called Worthington Hurst in Chicago – evaluates a job history document, a job description from the company and a kinda unique 100-question personality quiz consisting of sentence fragments that you have to complete. Here’s my responses, along with the results that the company got back. (By the way, I found out companies are required by law to let you see any and all evaluations like this that. So, if you have something on file with your company, you probably have access to it, if you care enough to see it.)

SURVEY RESPONSES (fragments in bold, my additions in not-bold)

1. I was happiest when people were counting on me for things I love to do.
2. “When behind the wheel” is better than being in front of the wheel.
3. People under me are finding it hard to breathe, me being 250+ lbs and all.
4. Having people lean on me is satisfying.
5. Other people usually do things that are unusual.
6. It is tiring to exercise. Seriously.
7. When I’m put under pressure, I get all Capricorn about it.
8. She is something else.
9. Nothing makes me more furious than injustice for the weak.
10. At night I sleep soundly. Or work. Or… both.
11. Some day I‘ll look back on all this and laugh.
12. What people like most about me is most evident when I show up and play hard.
13. I miss being carefree.
14. It’s fun to daydream about winning the lottery – how much good could you do with that!
15. Brothers and sisters are mirrors – they make you proud, and cringe.
16. When it comes to seeing things, I need glasses.
17. What a man wants most in a woman can be counted on one hand.
18. Walking barefoot in the mud… um, no thanks.
19. When they laughed at me, I did nothing, to my regret.
20. I can’t understand what makes me pass gas.
21. Our family was terrible and beautiful.
22. The main driving force in my life floats around – it’s hard to pin down.
23. As for my legs, the less said, the better.
24. Praise makes me do better next time.
25. Anybody will work hard if they feel they have ownership.
26. I would rather do without small biting insects. Hate ‘em.
27. Nothing worse can happen to a man than to lose his sense of himself.
28. The part of my body hardest to hurt is the visible part.
29. My worst mistake was not telling it like I saw it.
30. If they tell me it’s dangerous, I find out why.
31. What one wants most in a friend is for them to show up.
32. Bosses are an opportunity for creativity.
33. A person who always smiles is not to be trusted. Usually.
34. Most people don’t know that I have a third nipple.
35. Discipline is a loaded word.
36. I get down in the dumps when I cast my past as a series of failures.
37. Giving me the authority is something you can feel comfortable with doing.
38. The future has yet to be written.
39. If the company is nice, invite ‘em over again.
40. I would like most to be photographed while skinny.
41. Having to stop learning is an impossible requirement.
42. If I’m alone I like it for a while. Then I don’t.
43. My only trouble is that I see trouble where it doesn’t exist.
44. The strongest part of me is my stubbornness.
45. If I had my way, people would always feel safe.
46. My father had courage when it counted.
47. Weakness comes from over-estimating your strength.
48. The thing I like about myself is that I can do and learn what it takes.
49. If I would only finish this, I could go to lunch.
50. My mouth needs help.
51. The world – what a crazy beautiful sad place.
52. People think of me as bigger than I experience myself to be.
53. Getting started is… This is one of those incriminating application questions, isn’t it?
54. Guns are just another manifestation of the human desire for control.
55. Every man is a gold mine of possibility.
56. Secretly I pick my nose.
57. When I look at myself in the mirror, I see something different than what I imagine.
58. I would like to be genteelly wealthy.
59. When luck turns against me, I storm and brood. And then I deal with it.
60. I think most conferences are too general to be useful.
61. What a woman wants most in a man is more than you can count on ten hands.
62. To be a leader is to help others find the leader in themselves.
63. The part of my body most easily hurt is the inside.
64. To get along in a group, one must be authentic.
65. The way a person looks is their story about how they see the world.
66. He, he, he.
67. When I let go it generally works out for the best anyway.
68. People over me are just like the people under me – one big human sandwich.
69. Money is something I notice more than I think I should.
70. As for my head, well… It’s bald…?
71. Being older would be inevitable. Wiser – not so much.
72. Nothing is so frustrating as the part in between starting to learn and starting to get it.
73. The best measure of personal success is that you defined it, and you reached it.
74. When work piles up, I turn to the messy geniuses (Einstein, etc.) for inspiration.
75. If people only knew how capable they are, they could relax more.
76. Marriage is designed to take you to the edge and make you decide who you’re gonna be.
77. My mother got lost somewhere. I wish she knew where.
78. Work can be the launching pad for life.
79. When I see hills, I feel at home.
80. If I only hadn’t eaten that last spoonful.
81. I will do anything to make sure it happens.
82. When others disagree, I get interested.
83. I like subordinates who don’t play small.
84. As far as my hearing is concerned, it survived my rock band days.
85. Getting dirty is a necessary evil, but only in yardwork and recreation, and… ‘Nuff said.
86. I prefer the company of those who love life.
87. The weakest part of me is making the initial commitment.
88. Being younger would be way more overrated than it actually is.
89. A “man’s man” is a guy who has thrown up the wrong fences.
90. There are times when I wonder, “where’s my other shoe?”
91. In the morning, I roll over.
92. When I have something to say, it’s taken me some time to get there.
93. I failed at speaking the truth in love.
94. At the end of the day, I look forward to the next morning’s perspective.
95. I like a car that gets me from here to there without interrupting my thoughts.
96. I suffer most from over-analysis.
97. When others do better, I get quietly competitive.
98. My greatest ambition is to express myself and have others do the same.
99. Children can be, and are, more than we can imagine.
100. Finding no one to help me makes me lonely. Teams are better.

THE RESULTING ANALYSIS

Quick-witted and creatively adept, this self-motivated man’s need for control is probably the primary reason he has never held a nine-to-five job (or at least one that he will list on an employment application) more than 17 years after graduating from college. Despite his assertion that he is leaving this work style presently because he is “burnt out,” it seems much more likely that his family’s needs and the downturn in the economy are forcing him to make such a move. Might find enjoyment-even professional fulfillment to a certain extent-from a more regimented work experience, but it will not be easy for him to submit himself to a work life of teamwork and responding on a regular basis to someone else’s dictates. And his potential for making a successful transition could be influenced by factors entirely outside the work place: his wife, also an artist, may end up with more freedom to pursue her own artistic muse.

In sum, this application represents, almost certainly, a nod to pragmatic personal and business concerns, rather than a sought-after career move in a new direction. Relatively sedentary, he is much more agile intellectually than he is physically. Though his pursuits appear rather narrowly focused on the arts, within that milieu he has a fairly eclectic range of interests from which he can draw creative inspiration. Is not used to punching a clock, taking direction, or having others to contend with when he is working. As he finds a level of acceptance with all these new aspects of working in an organization, they will draw energy and focus away from the talents that have brought him to this place. How well he adapts will determine his ultimate success-and, in a real sense, his value to the company.

If he has the technical skills and knowledge necessary for the job (Since, as he says, he is “completely self-taught,” there is no way to check credentials through completed course-work, certifications, etc.), he is judged Solidly Adequate for [name of job title], with the proviso that it would be wise to reach agreement on a probationary period during which he and the company can explore the relationship without committing to a long-term arrangement that might be unworkable-or at least uncomfortable-for either party. While he enjoys the attention his work has brought him, he is not a particularly forthcoming person. Will warm slowly to others and may be a challenge to supervise.

“Relatively sedentary, he is much more agile intellectually than he is physically.” “Solidly Adequate.” What more could a guy want from his personality assessment than that…?