Guest post by Adam.
First off, thanks to Taryn for letting me put up a random guest post. As a general rule, I try to avoid sullying the beauty and grace she exudes every day. This means staying out of a freshly cleaned kitchen, taking my #2’s in the basement bathroom, and keeping my tacky comments/posts on Reading With Hippos to a minimum. So before jumping into this post, let me apologize up front.
With that out of the way, Paddle Your Own Canoe was everything I hoped it would be. I’m a longtime Parks and Rec fan, particularly with regard to Ron Swanson, the character Mr. Offerman so skillfully brings to life. I knew that Ron Swanson and Nick Offerman would not be the same person. What I didn’t expect was that I would somehow like the real thing even more than the mustachioed titan. I don’t imagine we’re going to have episodes of the show anytime soon in which Swanson is quoting Wendell Berry and admitting to eating salads.
While I didn’t see eye to eye with him on every single topic, I certainly seemed to on the majority of them. Particularly with regard to taste in women. I don’t know if anyone else has noticed, but there are some definite similarities between Taryn and Megan Mullally. Similar complexion, build, hair color, etc. But beyond similar physical characteristics, they also share quality singing voices, raunchy humor, and a propensity for using random weird voices (okay, maybe those last two are just around me). The chapters where he met, courted, and married Megan were easily the most entertaining for me.
One thing that the book gets into that I wasn’t a huge fan of was Offerman's decision to move to California and become an actor. It was somewhat interesting to read about the struggles of an unconforming, classically trained Midwesterner becoming a west coast actor, but in general I just wanted him to get back to discussing woodworking and various scenes of hilarity.
I’d like to take one moment here at the end and briefly touch on who this book is NOT for. If you are easily offended, not for you. If you do not enjoy dirty humor, not for you. If you find obscenities… well, obscene, not for you. If you can’t handle sex jokes, very much NOT FOR YOU. Assuming none of the above applies, by all means go get this book and start cultivating your own glorious ‘stache.