Posts by: Eric Meredith

The Best Laid Plans

For 34 minutes the Super Bowl was suspended; which is OK, because it’s not like it’s the most watched sporting event in the United States. It was a cloudless night with a bright ¼ moon; giving those OUTSIDE the domed stadium some…

Drawing a Line in the Sand

I rarely have trouble sleeping, but when I do it’s over topics like; which is more important, the bow or the arrow? A crayon or a coloring book? A recipe or a stove? Both! Neither! Aaggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Each of the above is important,…

Who Knows What Evil Lurks in the Hearts of Men?

Being 107 years old, you would think I have vivid memories of Radio Dramas. Unfortunately I have never heard the original radio broadcasts of the show “The Shadow”, but I understand its opening introduction used to say, “Who knows what evil lurks…

Can You Dumb it Down?

One of the benefits of knowing you’re not the smartest person in the room (any room), is that you don’t have the pressure of constantly having to prove it. Long ago I accepted the distinction of being utterly average. I used to…

Maybe the Mayans were Right after all

If you believe the popular media, 2013 was never supposed to happen. The Mayan culture had this all figured out, or maybe their Strategic Planning Group got axed due to budget cuts. Either way - 2013 was supposed to end in December…

The Meeting is Almost Unnecessary

A few of you have noticed (and I guess that is a good thing) that I haven’t posted a blog entry recently. I just returned from a few continuous weeks of vacation. I try to lump my time off together to really…

Milkmen, Fathers, Architecure

"Joanne read in a magazine that a milk bath does wonders for your skin. So she wrote a note asking the milkman to leave 100 bottles of milk for her next delivery. Carl, the milkman, saw the note, and thought there must…

Milkmen, Fathers, Architecure

"Joanne read in a magazine that a milk bath does wonders for your skin. So she wrote a note asking the milkman to leave 100 bottles of milk for her next delivery. Carl, the milkman, saw the note, and thought there must…

Why Fixing Cars is Not Fun

As objectively reported here on a number of occasions, I am a mild mannered enterprise architect who often finds himself sucked into a cesspool of insanity and illogic. I don’t go looking for arguments, confrontation, and ambiguity, but somehow they find me…

Why Fixing Cars is Not Fun

As objectively reported here on a number of occasions, I am a mild mannered enterprise architect who often finds himself sucked into a cesspool of insanity and illogic. I don’t go looking for arguments, confrontation, and ambiguity, but somehow they find me…

Architecture and a Boy Named Sue

My Daddy left home when I was three, He didn't leave much, my ma and me, This old guitar and an empty bottle of booze. Now I don't blame him 'cause he run and hid, But the meanest thing that he ever…
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