My fear for Eric’s blog is that, as a record of a transitional period in his life — a phrase I got from a human resources manual, I think — it will devolve from cogent thoughts on a presidential debate to critiques of “Drew Carey” reruns and then, ultimately, to such insights as “Socks ... wearing out. Polyester content? What/why? Toe.”
While he’s still on the debates, though, it’s worth checking him out:
... Kerry didn’t have to say much because Bush was imploding on his own. Heavy shoulders leaning on the podium. Tapping the podium every time for emphasis. Teeth grinding like they worked for Mr. Flint in Bedrock. Thirsty. Thirsty again. Need another drink of water, he’s thirsty again. He was stressed out and frustrated.
There’s other good stuff as well, including a bit on the lives we live on our laptops while straddling work and home life. Check it out, and meet me back here Monday.
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