Work: A Retrospective

Five years ago I started my dream job.

For as long as I can remember I’ve wanted to do something that matters. I said this to my parents as a teenager working at the local grocery store. They assured me my time would come. It was a hard pill to swallow; working nights and weekends stocking shelves for minimum wage, getting called out by my bosses’ boss for skipping a shift to go to a concert (oops), quitting to go wash dishes to pay for university. Working through (most) of university in a kitchen pulling what I dubbed “8-day weeks” (5 days of university + three 8-hour shifts in a week). Working something like over 100 days in a row without a day off between work and school.

My time would come. This would all be worth it when I graduated and could do something that mattered.

Right out of the gates I fell flat on my face. I had a job lined up with a start date of ~2 months after I graduated. I had circulated resumes at a job fair, done an on-site, and received a job offer to be a Software Developer (Note: this was a verbal offer - I hadn’t signed anything). I was over the moon. I was going to have a real job. My girlfriend and I moved to a new city together a couple weeks before the start date. I started emailing the recruiter about details - when should I show up, dress code, should I bring anything?

She was on vacation, and I got the automated response. “Whatever”, I thought to myself, “I’ll talk to them when they get back”. A week before my supposed start date, with a new apartment to pay for, bills, student debt, and zero savings, they told me they would not be pursuing my employment. My final grade average was too low.

Shit.

Over the next month I sent out hundreds of applications to anyone employing new grads in a hundred-mile radius. I was fortunate that it only took me about a month to find someone else willing to take a chance on me. It was at a Salesforce-like Customer Relationship Management enterprise software company. The clients were businesses that often produced high-end custom furniture or products for wealthy clients.

The work I was doing didn’t matter.

My now-wife would often console me with the same words my parents said to me almost a decade before: your time will come. This would all be worth it when I proved myself in a business context and then I could do something that mattered.

I worked hard. Took on challenges as they came my way. Spun up a couple side-projects to help the business. Tried pitching in with ideas. Worked with some great people. In the end, I couldn’t keep going. I built features that I would estimate less than ten people used, total. The features people did use helped them pick out different kinds of moulding for their custom cabinets in their kitchen that would end up costing more than half my yearly salary. I needed out.

In May 2017, I found my out: Prodigy Game.

At the time it was a scrappy start-up with about eighty employees, all housed on the second floor of a large office building, working on one thing: the Prodigy Math Game. An MMO for kids to play during school that helped them learn Math. I couldn’t have asked for a better fit: I was a big Math kid in school, I was (and am) an avid gamer, and they needed Software Developers like I needed a Software Development job. I interviewed and on May 29th, 2017, exactly 5 years ago at time of writing, I started my dream job.

I was finally, finally, finally going to do something that mattered.


No company is perfect. Real life gets messy. To say these last five years have been nothing but sunshine and rainbows would be a lie. But when I think about my time at Prodigy, I don’t think about the bad parts. Sure, there have been lay-offs. Products have been sunset. People have come and gone. Production has gone down.

That’s not Prodigy to me.

When I started, I helped rebuild one of our legacy Teacher reports in our modern stack. I got a lot of great feedback and direction when building out this report. I pair-programmed with our now-VP of Engineering. I got design feedback from our now-VP of Product Design. I got Pull Request feedback from a colleague who would end up standing with me as one of my groomsmen a couple years later. When the report launched, I saw teachers posting on social media about how much they loved the new report. How it gave them great insight into how their students were doing, which could in turn help them curate their lesson plans.

I did something that mattered.

This is what Prodigy is to me. I have built relationships with some of the most startlingly intelligent and driven people I have ever met. I have grown thanks to the guidance of amazing, compassionate, insightful mentors. When I think about my career at Prodigy, I think most about the people I have had the privilege of working with and learning from. I think about my friends, and how, every day, we somehow get to live the dream of building a product that kids love - and helps them learn.

The average tenure at a software company is somewhere between two and three years, depending on your source. Given that statistic, I wanted to reflect on what has kept me around for about double that time. If you’ve been paying attention, you might say: “It’s because you’re finally doing something that matters”. That’s not all. I didn’t know this before, but it’s not solely about doing something meaningful.

It’s being able to wake up every day, and keep doing what matters.

Trying to improve education for every student on the planet is a task that’s never done. It’s easy for it to overwhelm you - to throw your hands up and decide you’re going to open a kombucha shop because it’s easier. To say “to heck with it” and decide ‘the juice isn’t worth the squeeze’ as some say. And this hasn’t been an easy year. I’ve thought about the kombucha path more times in the past 12 months than I ever have. A lot of amazing people have left Prodigy.

And a lot have also stayed.

And more and more keep joining. And the work still matters. I still wake up every day and am given life by the people who have stayed (and even some who have left). Now more than ever, I am choosing to stay at Prodigy. For the people. For the love of learning. For work that matters.

Through my time at Prodigy, I’ve been through something like six office expansions, five hackathons, four different squads, three promotions, two different brands, and one pirate ship.

We’ve had our highs and lows. But we keep moving forward.

It ain’t about how hard you hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done.

My 2021 in Review

As we stare down the barrel of a potential third year of pandemic living, and I look ahead to turning thirty (both of which will happen within days of each other), I wanted to pause and take stock of where I am. After all, how can you expect to get where you are going if you don’t know where you are? I want to use this post to orient myself, and to give myself a concrete point-in-time to look back at from some far-flung future.

Winter

I came into 2021 on a pretty high note. I closed out 2020 as my best year I had ever had professionally, and my now-wife and I adopted a big goofy dog named Lincoln. Actually, getting Lincoln was a pretty big deal. I didn’t feel like I had a dog growing up (my folks adopted one when I was in my late teens, and I moved out when I was 20, so I didn’t spend much time with it. And it never liked me). My best friend had a dog, though. I think she was a german shepherd mix, and she was the sweetest. She was the reason that, when I relented to my wife’s insistence to get a dog, I said I wanted a big one.

Ergo, Lincoln: the ~100 lbs mastiff mix that now bogarts all the comfy furniture. Beyond territorial napping, he helped me by grounding my schedule with regular walks and meals, and forced me to get out of the house and exercise. Before we got Lincoln, I was going days without going outside, often spending the majority of my time in two spots: in front of my computer for work/games, or in bed. I definitely feel healthier now that I have this dog to take care of. Also, he’s heckin’ cute.

Spring

Vaccines.

I think I speak for the majority of folks that discussions around vaccines dominated the spring of ‘21: how fast can we get them, who gets them first, who gets them at all, is one better than the other, etc. My wife and I jumped on them pretty much as soon as they were available to our age group. Which was great, except for one thing: I fainted.

Apparently it’s somewhat common (specifically among young men) to experience “White Coat Syndrome” - basically, medical situations make me nervous. So much so that I fainted while receiving my first dose. I feel bad, because to me it felt like an involuntary nap. But it scared the hell out of the nurse administering the vaccine and my wife, who was there with me in the room. This is something I need to work on (an aside - I didn’t faint during the second one. But I prepared well for it: ate a bunch of salty food and wore compression socks to keep my blood pressure up, on the advice of the nurse who saw me faint).

Spring was also when I was, ah, forcefully encouraged to start publishing my writing online. Which I’m overwhelmingly grateful for. I had this notion that I would spin up a personal site, engineer a full blogging solution for myself (after all, I am a web developer), written all in a new framework before I started posting anything I had written.

Ya, right.

I have still done none of the projects I had originally planned to do before I started publishing my writing. I’m glad I picked this solution off the shelf and just started putting words on the internet. And while I still don’t know where I want to take this writing hobby, I at least know why I’m writing. It also gave me the confidence to write two articles for my company on Medium, which have accrued about a thousand combined views (links for the curious: one on GraphQL generally and one on DataLoaders).

Summer

Summer I hit a professional milestone I’m overjoyed about: my company promoted me to the title of Senior Developer.

In general, I’m not a “titles” kind of person. Unless there’s some abstract third party or accreditation entity that tries to create some parity, titles end up solely being meaningful internally. Like, anyone who starts their own business is a CEO. But there’s a difference between managing You Inc. versus Amazon.

So, taken with a grain of salt, I am happy to be acknowledged as a Senior Developer by a serious engineering organization. There does seem to be a trend of title-inflation in software development at large, so I’m not putting too much stock in it. Still. As much as I say I don’t care about titles, and I have no idea how most other folks perceive titles, it’s nice to feel like I’ve earned a badge of merit that says: “Hey, listen to this guy. He knows some things”.

It also throws into focus a more serious problem I now have: the problem of no problems.

I was striving for that title essentially since I started pursuing development at age 18, whether I knew it at the time or not. I’ve never been one for half-measures. In some ways, Senior Developer is the “top end” of some engineering career ladders. Some organizations have more granularity than that (I think I’ve seen posts about Level 6 Software Development Engineers? Better come with a cool hat). Other organizations have the next rung up labelled “Engineering Manager”.

Which raises an interesting question: do I want to get into leadership professionally?

It has become widely acknowledged that being a developer and managing developers are independent skill-sets. Meaning a transition into management could feel like starting from scratch. Do I want to be a developer for my whole life? Do I want to throw out the last 10+ years of coding ability and make the leap into managing people? Would I be any good at? Would the people who reported to me hate the job I was doing? Could I fire somebody??

Thankfully, I don’t have to answer these questions today. The company I work for offers a technical leadership track, which I think is my next step. I still love coding and don’t want to lose that part of my day-to-day any time soon.

Fall

I’ll start with the less significant highlight of Fall ‘21 first: I ran a game of Dungeons and Dragons as the Dungeon Master for the first time.

I’ve played D&D bi-weekly for the last four-ish years with the same group, and in the fall we were approaching the end of our adventure through the Curse of Strahd campaign. To give our permanent DM a break and to stretch my creative muscles, I asked the group if they would be comfortable with me running the next leg of the adventure.

They said yes.

I’ve done some hobbyist world-building over the years (in fact, this blog showcases some of the fruits of that world-building), and wanted to see if I could weave any of those ideas into an interesting D&D narrative. While it was harder than I expected (and in ways I did not expect), I think I pulled off a pretty decent adventure centred around the villainous Father Bertrand and the mysterious Ostium Silex.

Going into it, running combat was what worried me. The players were getting to be pretty high level, and I worried I would create underwhelming encounters (or, on the other end of the spectrum, kill them). I think the combat went well, ending in a climactic showdown between the heroes, devils, and avatars of a giant snake deity threatening to destroy a major city.

Where I struggled was player motivation and direction. There’s a dirty word in the D&D DMing community, and that word is “railroading”. Railroading is when you force your players to do precisely what you have planned with no player input. To quote a wise DM: “at that point, why even have players?”

I don’t want to force them to do anything, but I also can’t plan for every eventuality. The eternal DM conundrum. In the end, I think we were able to limp our way over the finish line of the narrative. The biggest lesson I took away from this experience is to pay closer attention to my players’ archetypes. If they engage with people, make the narrative about the people. If they engage with the world, make the narrative about the world.

And if they engage with the combat, make the narrative about the combat.

I didn’t do this, and it wound up feeling (to me) like I had to force confrontations for the sake of providing more combat for the players. This isn’t a bad thing per se. Combat is a big part of D&D. What I’ve learned is to not try and run Hamlet for a group that wants to play WWE.


Then there’s the big one. The highlight of my year. Maybe the highlight of my life:

I got married.

I don’t think I have much to say about my wedding in this format. To me, there are a million stories and moments associated with the wedding that I will keep with me for my whole life. But they feel personal, and private.

What I will say is: in late October, as the leaves changed to a brilliant array of reds and oranges and browns, on the edge of a stormy lake, two gingers said “I do” in front of a handful of close friends and family. We ate, drank, danced, and shared a singular moment in the history of all our lives.

That one, single day shines out like a beacon in otherwise dark times.

And they lived happily ever after.

My 2021 in Books

I’ve fallen back in love with reading.

When I was in grade school, we had reading programs (clubs? I have no idea what they’re called) that I would join. They involved reading from a selected list of books appropriate for the grade level, and if you read a majority, you got to vote in (and attend) an awards ceremony for youth literature. I also remember reading a ton of the Animorphs series, the Goosebumps books, and of course, the marquee book series of my generation: Harry Potter.

Sometime during high-school, I fell out of love with reading for pleasure. During university, academia took over my reading list, and further pushed me away from reading for pleasure. Which is a damn shame, because there are a lot of great books out there.

Thankfully, I’ve caught the bug again in recent years. At time of writing, I’ve read 26 books this year, and intend to finish book 27 before the New Year. This is probably a record for me, so I wanted to take some time to reflect on what those books were, and how they ended up on my backlog. I won’t be writing about what I read in chronological order, but will instead try to group them under logical headings, and make some observations about those categorizations.

Wrapping up The Dresden Files

  • Dresden Files: Cold Days
  • Dresden Files: Skin Game
  • Dresden Files: Peace Talks
  • Dresden Files: Battle Ground
  • Dresden Files: Side Jobs

In 2020 Jim Butcher broke a bit of a dry spell and released two more books in the Dresden Files series. If you’re unfamiliar, the series is about a wizard with a gun, living in modern-day Chicago. It’s probably my favourite book series right now, and these two books are the first to come out since I got in to the series ~4 years ago. I read Peace Talks almost right away, but after finishing it, I realized I had forgotten a lot of minor plot-points from the preceding fifteen (!) books.

So, like any sensible person, I decided to re-read all the Dresden Files books before tackling Battle Ground. And I’m glad I did. I find the books to be pretty light reads in general; the pacing is quick, the diction is often simple enough that you don’t get caught on it, and (having read the books already, sometimes multiple times) the plot is generally pretty easy to follow.

It was off the back of that binge that I came into 2021. And, I gotta say, I 100% do not regret it. The series slows down for me around books nine through eleven, but otherwise it’s an outstanding read the whole way through. Special mention to my top three: Changes, Skin Game, and Battle Ground (yeah, if you haven’t gotten around to reading the new one yet, it’s super fun. Unless you’re Detective Rudolph).

Discovering Conn Iggulden

  • Wolf of the Plains (Conqueror Book 1)
  • Lords of the Bow (Conqueror Book 2)
  • Bones of the Hills (Conqueror Book 3)
  • Empire of Silver (Conqueror Book 4)
  • Conqueror (Conqueror Book 5)

The Mongol conquests have become a bit of a fascination of mine. I got around to watching Netflix’s Marco Polo series this year, which re-ignited my interest in this corner of history. I was discussing the TV series with my best friend and he brought up the Conqueror and Emperor series, thinking they would be right up my alley.

I gotta say, he was right. The books are an engaging ride alongside Ghengis and his successors (Ogedai, Guyuk, Mongke, and Kublai), with the first book solely devoted to the transformation of Temujin into the Great Khan. I think part of my love of the Mongol conquests comes from the notion that they are never seen as “the good guys”. I think there are rarely “good guys” in history anyway, but often the histories passed down to us have a bias towards the author(s) (and with good reason; if the Emperor Justinian is asking for a record of his time ruling the Empire, the history we get is going to paint him in the best light possible to ensure the book and the author continue their existence).

Lots of the accounts we have of the Mongol horde paint them as barbarous herdsmen, charging in mindlessly from the steppe to destroy civilization. I think Iggulden does a great job of balancing this view of the Mongols with a more realistic one. The author portrays Orlok Tsubodai as a master tactician, and Ghengis and his family are often shown bringing in “outsiders” to consult with them on matters of war and state. “My word is iron” is an oft-repeated line in the book, referencing the Mongols’ sense of honour and the importance of oath-keeping. The Mongols are not “mindless”; they conquered (and kept!) a large chunk of the known world under their nominal control for generations.

And of course, there’s the great “what if” of the Mongol conquests. The Mongols made it to the outer gates of Western Europe when they invaded Hungary, and it’s an interesting thought experiment to consider what the world would look like today if the descendants of the Roman Empire instead became the descendants of the Mongol Empire (and a fringe wing of the Empire at that). I think Dan Carlin was the person that brought that historical possibility to my attention during his Wrath of the Khans series.

All in all, a great series about a fun corner of history, and I can’t wait to dive into his Emperor series next year.

The Classics

  • The Man in the High Castle
  • Fahrenheit 451
  • Dune
  • Stranger in a Strange Land

As much as I can, I try to leave room in my reading schedule for some classics. I don’t have a great definition for what I consider a classic, aside from it having a high-profile and being written before I was born. I like reading books that are widely considered “great” to try and broaden my perspective. I think we’re in an interesting media climate, where most media is either super broad (and thus super bland) or super niche (and thus interesting, but to a narrow slice of the population). I don’t know if either of those categories lend themselves well to longevity.

Reading classic literature helps me submerse myself in a culture other than my own, which can help me step back from the chaos of the always-on mode of being most of us find ourselves in. Take The Man in the High Castle - an alternate history where the Axis powers won WWII and divided up America between Japan and Germany. I’ve lived almost entirely during the American Empire phase of world history, so it’s hard for me to even fathom that, for a while, this reality was not a foregone conclusion. Reading that book helped me empathize with someone who saw Nazi Germany expand to almost the whole of Europe, and probably didn’t need much help imagining what it would take for the German war machine to cross the Atlantic (hint: not much).

These great works help tell the broader story of humanity (at least, in the English-speaking world). When someone catches the zeitgeist and has something to say, it gains an aura. These are the kinds of books I’m talking about when I think about the classics. They spoke to a large chunk of our ancestors in a profound way. Why? Was it a hopeful vision of the future, or a terrifying warning? Did it pose an interesting question? Did it make people sit back and reflect on some recent event in a new light? I think all great books do these things, but it often takes time to sieve the really great ones from merely the good ones.

Oh, and I read Dune again, because the movie Dune (2021) was coming out. I saw it. Was great, thoroughly enjoyable.

Recommendations From Near and Far

  • Wings of Fury
  • War of Art
  • There is no Anti-memetics division
  • TRIBE
  • The Order of Time
  • Between The World and Me

As someone who is rather public about his affection for books, sometimes, people have the audacity to recommend me books. Sometimes, I even read them.

I often find recommendations (from humans) hard to deal with, as they seem to be largely informed by recency bias and the personal tastes of the referrer, not the referee. This year I happily bucked that trend, and was able to enjoy (most) of the book recommendations I had accrued - from friends, internet personalities I follow, and the Amazon algorithm.

I have a review up for Tribe and a forth-coming review of Between the World and Me, so I’ll say go read those if you want to know what I thought. I also don’t have much to say on The War of Art; it felt less like a proper book and more like a collection of tweets, albeit pretty high-quality ones at that. I will call out one helpful anecdote, where he talks about putting on his lucky pants and sitting down in his lucky office chair and pointing this toy cannon at himself to “fire creativity into his brain” or some such nonsense. He uses all that fluff as a way to criticize the idea that you can only write when “inspiration strikes”. Since reading that story, I’ve tried to be more intentional about picking a spot in the house and then forcing myself to sit there with nothing to do but write for 60-90 minutes. It works sometimes.

I wish I could remember who recommended me The Order of Time because it broke my brain. I am in no way cut out for the level of understanding of physics one needs to have to grasp that book. And I’m pretty sure he dumbed a lot of it down for us mortals. It’s an entertaining read, and made me think about time in an…uncomfortable way. From what I remember, time basically doesn’t exist at a fundamental level. Which is bananas.

On the other end of the spectrum, There is no Anti-memetics division was this fun, light, pulpy dive into a universe where a memory monster destroyed the world and gets defeated by the power of forgetting. It’s directly inspired by the SCP foundation, which is an internet rabbit-hole I’ve fallen down a couple times (and, if this is the first time you’re hearing about SCP, you may want to clear your schedule before clicking that link). It’s pretty light on the horror elements which is perfect for me, and it had some cute scenes around how to fight monsters that attacked memory. There’s this one scene near the beginning where an SCP is chasing a character while eating their memories, and the SCP keeps asking about the character’s family. They devolve right in front of our eyes from “raised by mom and dad with sibling” -> “raised by just mom” -> “I was an orphan and never knew my parents”. At the end of the scene we discover this has happened multiple times, and agents of the anti-memetics division focus on training their reflexes and subconscious, as they can’t rely on anyone recalling their training.

And then there’s Wings of Fury. I wanted to like this book. It’s an interesting spin on the classic Greek Gods mythology, where the Titans ruled the lands as powerful overlords and the Gods were like - minor super heroes? Superhuman but not overwhelmingly so. The main characters we follow in this book don’t even know they are Goddesses until the final confrontation with the Titan and main villain of the story, Cronus. Which is a fun reveal. My major gripe is every so often there’s this randomly inserted hyper-feminist remark that takes me out of the experience. Maybe it’s supposed to be a more overt feminist story and I missed the cues? Who knows. I finished it, but won’t be following up on the series. Which is too bad, the reimagining of Greek mythology can be great if done well (see the recently-ish released game Hades as an example).

Reading Dr. Peterson

  • 12 Rules for Life
  • Beyond Order: 12 more Rules for Life

If you know who Jordan B. Peterson is, you probably have an opinion about his work.

I’ll admit I generally enjoy a lot of his content, if I don’t always agree with it. He can be a controversial figure, so I’ll admit to some hesitancy to even write this section. That being said, I don’t want to come across as someone who is trying to have his cake and eat it too: I am a fan, so this is a fan’s reading of both of these books.

They’re okay.

I think his speaking style doesn’t translate super well to the written format - I’ve found his lecture series on YouTube much more engaging and coherent than the books. If I’m remembering correctly, he does the audio book version of Beyond Order himself, and probably does the audio version of the original 12 Rules for Life, too. I also believe he recommends the audio version of Beyond Order over the text version as he can put breaks and emphasis on different parts of the work more easily.

As someone who has followed his work for a while and is familiar with a lot of the ground he likes to cover (the Big 5 personality traits, Jean Piaget, Solzhenitsyn, Egyptian mythology), the books felt a little redundant to me. He covers a lot of the same messages and ideas, but in a written format instead of a video one. Which is fine. I think producing the same content across different mediums is a great way to engage different audiences. For me, though, it’s a little disappointing to not get any new material. Which is a lot to ask from a guy who had a hell of a time writing the latter half of this series (I’ll spare you the details).

The material is so familiar to me it feels hard to evaluate them as books to recommend. He’s also such a polarizing figure that I doubt anything I say would sway you for or against them, unless you had never heard of Dr. Peterson up until this post. Assuming I’m writing for that audience, I’ll say this: if you feel like you don’t have a solid idea of what your life is and where you want it to go, read these books. If you’re someone who wants to do some introspection, but don’t know where to start, read these books. If you feel like the world is insanity and you don’t fit in anywhere amongst all the yelling, read these books. They might help.

The Category of Books That Didn’t Fit in Any Other Category

  • The Righteous Mind
  • The Orion Mystery
  • The Planets
  • Harry Potter and Philosophy

In brief: I have a review up for The Orion Mystery that I’m actually pretty proud of, so go read that if you want to know about a whacky Great Pyramid conspiracy from the 90s. The Planets was a book I found in my father-in-law’s library that had this cool format where each chapter was about one of the planets in our solar system (plus the moon plus Pluto). It broke chapters up into two parts: a scientific discussion about the planet, and a short sci-fi story about the planet. It was neat. Nothing ground-breaking; just a nice little snack of a book. Last, Harry Potter and Philosophy is a book I’ve had for ages and never read. Part of the “and Philosophy” series, of which I also own The Legend of Zelda and Philosophy. The books attempt to introduce philosophical concepts (like the mind-body problem or the Ship of Theseus) through the lens of pop culture, with varying degrees of success. Wanted it off my backlog.

Which leaves The Righteous Mind.

I plan to write a full review for this book, because it’s probably in my top five books of all time, and I have a lot to say about it. When I first read it four (?) years ago, it shattered my way of thinking about interpersonal relationships. I still think about the Elephant and the Rider when people are behaving “irrationally” (he has this analogy about our emotions being an elephant and our logical mind being a rider that can sort of influence it, but not by a lot). I think about being WEIRD (Western, Educated, Industrialized, Rational and Democratic), and how all my friends are WEIRD, too. I think about his example that takes both left-leaning and right-leaning politics to their logical conclusions, and both fail.

This book helped me come to terms with a simple truth that feels like it doesn’t get said enough: we need each other. Badly. Even the people who think differently. Especially the people who think differently.

During this pandemic I’ve been exposed to both sides attacking a caricature of the other: those who lean left attack the “backwards, brain-dead, anti-science anti-vaxxers” and those who lean right attack “boot-licking, snowflake, herd-mentality medical-fascists”. Neither of these views are accurate, or helpful. It was after reading The Righteous Mind that helped me frame a lot of these “discussions” as fundamental personality clashes. Haidt’s breakdown of Moral Foundations Theory and showing how it correlates to political stances has helped me not get caught up in these disagreements; either as a participant or an observer.

Neither side is thinking. Neither side is “following the science” or the data or the facts or whatever they claim. For the majority of us, one mode of being “felt right”, and we’re following that. What is that feeling? Where did it come from? Have you considered that the person across the aisle had the exact same feeling, but with a different outcome?

That’s the power of this book. It helped me reconcile the notion that people can have diametrically opposed ideas on a subject and both be right(ish). Moreover, it helps me see the person behind the argument. Which, once we get there, I think leads to healthier, more productive discussions. Until we can start humanizing “the other side” again, we’ve already lost. All of us.


There you have it! A year in books - and one hell of a year at that.

I intend for this to be a companion piece to a more general “Year in Review” I plan on writing Soon^TM. I wanted to take a step back and see how much reading I got done in 2021, and write a bit of a time capsule to my future self. I knew when I first committed to writing “reviews” that I wouldn’t write one for every book, so it’s also nice to give myself some space to jot down a few notes on the less notable parts of my literary adventure.

26 books in 12 months. Not bad.