Like many others the world over, amidst the reality that physical, get-the-print-on-your-fingers newspapers are folding, I take a deep pleasure in receiving the Sunday New York Times each week, and reading it, cover to cover. Born in the mid-80s, I have grown up witnessing the rapid change of media consumption, and while I see the merits of being able to refresh news sites by the second, getting up-to-date news nearly as fast as it happens, I still cling to the old ways of receiving my news.
I contemplated writing a long-form essay on the topic, on the demise of the world's attention span and all the concomitant consequences, but realized that, in addition to sabotaging the very medium for which I am writing now, I couldn't do it justice in time for this blog tidbit (a blidbit) to be published before all you other Sunday New York Times readers crumple your papers and throw them in the recycling bin. Furthermore, a picture says 1,000 words; in this instance, I opt for brevity.
Turn to The Oscars section of today's Times, page 21. Hold the page up to a bright light, and focus on the ad for "The Wrestler." I wonder what Ayatollah Khomeini would have to say about Rushdie's newest exploit?
The joys of reading a physical paper are many. But this takes the cake.