I have been thinking of this New York Times column all week.
My new job has me embedded among scientists and engineers, all of whom are brilliant and clever, disciplined and accomplished in ways I’ve really not been exposed to in my previous, humanities-centric life.
It was about time I met the rest of the world. I love the way this new set of minds work, the straight-forwardness. The relative lack (!) of subterfuge and intrigue. I enjoy the economy of words, the logic, the industry of these people. These are the people who will save the world with bioremediation, fuel-cell technology, and super computing.
Nevertheless, when it comes time to compose a narrative document, these people are — frankly — hopeless. That’s where the resident English majors come in. Not just to help with the narrative documents, but to help explain why people need narrative documents in the first place.
Introducing The Big Shaggy. Just read it.