It's simple: I'm not smart enough. I've tried. Wifey's all excited because a new season is starting. I, alas, must take a pass. The plot is too convoluted, not to mention that I don't care about the largely unattractive characters. But the smartness issue is the one that pains me. It's the same reason I don't play bridge, or chess. Why after I finish reading something I'm hard-pressed to recite to you more than a fraction of what I've read. Sigh.
Then come the invidious comparisons to George W. Bush. He an alumni son at Yale, I at Princeton a year earlier. He a Harvard MBA, I a Masters Degree from Harvard, across the river, a year earlier. And, well, the world (except for the truly uninformed) now know how lacking in brainpower he is. Alas.
Repeat after me: I can write, I'm well educated, I've had fairly high-level involvement in the business world, in high tech and in the media. I CAN hatch that great entrepreneurial idea, and execute on it. To paraphrase our new President: Yes I Can!
Jan 14, 2009
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