Ever since reading Susan Orlean’s New Yorker article about her treadmill desk, I’ve been obsessed with getting one. I’m happy to announce it’s here. After a few months of talking about it and another month or two of researching the possibilities, we’ve built something and we’re happy to share the results with anyone who wishes to do the same.
Every summer for the past seven years, I’ve lived in a tiny town near the Catskills of New York State. Two years ago, we changed locations so that our picture window faced a towering hill behind a university. At the top of this hill, high above all the other athletic fields, is a wide swath of mowed lawn surrounded by wilderness. At one end of this lawn stands a set of football goal posts, rising up out of the grasses like Druidic ruins.
As a rational human being, I don’t subscribe to magical thinking. I know my thoughts don’t make things happen, and of course I don’t believe that coincidence is anything other than random chance. I’m a human, though, and humans like to look for magic; finding explanations is a pitfall of being an intelligent creature with a brain that seeks out patterns.