A. J. Jacobs - The Guinea Pig Diaries: My Life as an Experiment  

A LSO BY A. J. J ACOBS

The Know-It-All
The Year of Living Biblically

My Life as an Experiment

A. J. Jacobs

Copyright 2009 by A. J. Jacobs

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Jacobs, A. J., 1968-

The guinea pig diaries : my life as an experiment / A. J. Jacobs.

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To Julie

(and also

Over the years, Ive gotten a lot of suggestions.

Some are intriguing. My brother-in-law suggested I spend a year growing my own food in my Manhattan apartment.

Some are intriguing, but possibly come with a hidden agenda. A friendat least I think hes a friendtold me I should spend a year without human contact.

Some definitely come with an agenda. My wife keeps suggesting that I spend a year giving her foot massages. I usually counteroffer that we could try all the positions in the Kama Sutra. The subject is generally dropped after that.

The suggestions come with the territory. For the last fifteen years, Ive attempted to live my life as a human guinea pig. Ive engaged in a series of experiments on my mind and body, some of which have been fruitful, some humiliating failures. Ive tried to understand the world by immersing myself in extraordinary circumstances. Ive also grown a tremendously unattractive beard.

My career as a human guinea pig began with a piece of furniture. I was working at Entertainment Weekly magazine in the mid-1990s, and the La-Z-Boy company had just created the most pimped-out, excessive chair in the history of human seating. It pushed the concept of leisureor sloth, if you are feeling moralto unheard-of extremes. It had a butt massager, a heater, a built-in fridge for you to store beers and cheese sticks, a modem jackeverything but a toilet and an outboard motor.

I figured the only way to address this magnificent monstrosity was to road test it. See how it held up under severe conditions. Being a committed journalist, I offered to spend twenty-four hours watching TV in this La-Z-Boy and then write about it.

The experiment was actually a bit of a bust. Somewhere in the middle of a Law & Order marathon at 3 A.M., I fell asleep for five hours. But I glimpsed the possibilities this type of journalism offered. I was hooked. Since then, Ive put myself (and my patient wife) through a battery of experiments, the highlights and lowlights of which are in this book.

To understand the global phenomenon that is outsourcing, I outsourced everything in my life. I hired a team of people in Bangalore, India, to answer my phone, answer my e-mail, argue with my spouse for me. This, by the way, was probably the best month of my life.

To explore the meaning of Truth, I decided to practice something called Radical Honesty. I spent a month without lying. But more than that, I vowed to say whatever popped into my head. No filter between the brain and the mouth. This, by the way, was probably the worst month of my life.

To slow the descent of my rapidly plummeting IQ, I read the Encyclopdia Britannica from A to Z. To try to understand religion, I lived by the rules of the Bible, from the Ten Commandments all the way down to stoning adulterers.

Ive been toldmany, many timesthat there are easier ways to make a living.

Which is true.

But Im addicted to these experiments. Ive come to believe that if you really want to learn about a topic, you should get on-the-job training. You should dive in and try to live that topic. If youre interested in Rome, you can look at maps and postcards and read census data. Or you can actually go to Italy and taste the pesto gnocchi. As the old saying goes: To understand the Italians, you must walk a mile in their loafers.

You have to be interested in the topic. Thats rule number one. If you arent passionate, it shows. But if you are committed to the possibility of change, then theres nothing like it. And these experiences have, in fact, for good. I may not keep everything from each experimentafter my year of living biblically, I decided to shave my beard and hang up my robe and sandals. But I do still observe the Sabbath, I still say prayers of thanksgiving every day (even though Im an agnostic, go figure), and I still try not to covet and gossip, with varying degrees of success.

The goal is that youre able to keep the good parts and not descend into insanity. That the pain of the experiment will end up making life better in the end. And that your spouse will forgive you. For, as Ive been told many times, my wife is a saint. A saint, I might add, who doesnt tolerate these experiments lying down. (With the encyclopedia project, for instance, she fined me a dollar for every irrelevant fact that I inserted into conversation.)

Partly, of course, Im drawn to these experiments because Im a writer. And a writer who is cursed with a relatively uneventful upbringing. My dad was not a carny or a drunk or a spy, as far as I know. My ordinary life doesnt merit a book. So I put myself into extraordinary situations, and see what happens.

Ive always loved the genre. One of my literary idols is George Plimpton. Hes the Dante of participatory journalism. For the sake of the story, hes been sacked by a Detroit Lions defensive lineman and punched in the face by boxer Archie Moore. Before him was method writer John Howard Griffin, who chemically darkened his skin to see how it felt to be a black man in the 1950s South. And even before that came an amazing nineteenth-century journalist named Nellie Bly. Her experiments ranged from the madcapwhen Jules Vernes book Around the World in Eighty Days came out, she decided to try to replicate the stuntto the seriousshe had herself committed to an infamous New York insane asylum to expose the abuses there.