So, when August comes around, I try to spend a month on a news diet. No politics, no news, nothing. A couple years ago, I came back to find that Russia invaded Georgia. Usually, I just miss the Olympics. This year, I suspect I’ll just miss out on a ton of freaked out Democrats, outraged racially-tinged Republican attacks, based-on-whatever-this-second’s-data-almost-says prognostications about markets, breathlessly reported Sarah Palin tweet-farts, and the like. And sometimes some real news.
I look forward to writing more letters, writing more everything really, reading more, less TV, and more free stuff in Brooklyn.
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