I have a massive stack of unread magazines in my apartment.
Actually, three massive stacks.
For some reason, during the school year, I never have time to read all the magazines I subscribe to, so they all just kind of pile up, waiting to be read. I’ve finally reached the end of 2001 in Sports Illustrated and am quickly polishing off Newsweek for…last year.
But I still have almost a year’s worth of Spin, Rolling Stone, and Entertainment Weekly to plow through, and it’s going to take me some time.
It’s odd and somewhat disturbing to have to read repeatedly about September 11th, several months after it happened. But sometimes, it’s kind of funny to read old news. Especially watching certain changes in attitude of the media over a couple of months, but when read over a couple of days.
Like when everyone thought the war in Afghanistan was turning into another Vietnam, then, like, two weeks later, the Taliban collapsed like a flan in a cupboard. It’s really amusing to read all the pundits tripping over themselves to pretend they weren’t claiming it was a quagmire and admonishing those who did.
I’ve got about a 40 minute el ride to and from work, so that’s letting me polish off a couple issues a day. Especially on days like today, when I got stuck at the El stop waiting for a train that wasn’t packed sardine-can tight full of people to get on to go home for like 20 minutes.
It is nice to have something to read, though I’ve still got an entire shelf of unread books waiting for me to make my move. But I’m comin’, baby. Don’t you worry about that.