When Neel Kashkari was tapped as the TARP inspector general, the 35-year-old Goldman Sachs alumnus was thrust under a spotlight so bright and hot that most people would have been reduced to ash. As the face of the $700 billion bailout, he instantly had 300 million enemies. His life was turned upside down, his high-school yearbook photos were published, he was battered to a bloody pulp in front of Congress (figuratively), and, oh yes, he had the economy to save. So it's little wonder that since his term ended, Kashkari has been in the woods of California with his wife, dieting and decompressing by immersing himself in the Kafkaesque task of building a backyard shed, which seems to have little purpose other than to be a vessel for memories of his trauma. What is a wonder is his decision to let Washington Post reporter Laura Blumenfeld into his life and basically spill his entire guts to her. As a public-relations move, (Kashkari has said he has political aspirations, though it seems he doesn't anymore) this was either the worst idea ever, the most brilliant idea ever, or both.