Saturday, January 31, 2004
Sometimes I'll hold onto a newspaper for days and read it bit by bit before going to bed each night. Huddled under my blankets and wishing it was just a little warmer outside. It's like the grown up version of a comic book. I'll pour over the same page of sports statistics for days, not gleaning anything new, but just trying to decipher what everything means. How does player A feel about batting after player B in the hitting order? Does hitting .300 mean that you're only doing 30% of your job?
Sometimes I'll go over to the gradhouse on my lunch break, order two samosas and read the papers. I get a little frustrated when the newspaper isn't properly placed on the newspaper sticks and you can't read all of the article. I don't care if it's Russell Smith column where he's trying desperately to sound like he's with it, or a Rebecca Eckler column where she's trying desperately to sound like she's with it, but the 'it's' are very very different. I rearranged the newspaper on the stick so that someone else can read the Belinda Stronach interview in its entirety. Though I'm not sure you'd want to; the woman isn't sure whether Charles Tupper was a hockey player or a prime minister.
Sometimes I'll let out a little yay when I go out to a restaurant or a cafe with someone and they say "I hope you don't mind if I read the paper." Mind?! Hell no in fact I encourage it, load up on the newsprint. It may sound terribly antisocial, but I can't think of a better way to spend time at a meal than two people both reading the newspaper.
Sometimes I'm terribly fickle about the newspaper and the way it looks and yet I still can't clean my room.
Sometimes I'll go over to the gradhouse on my lunch break, order two samosas and read the papers. I get a little frustrated when the newspaper isn't properly placed on the newspaper sticks and you can't read all of the article. I don't care if it's Russell Smith column where he's trying desperately to sound like he's with it, or a Rebecca Eckler column where she's trying desperately to sound like she's with it, but the 'it's' are very very different. I rearranged the newspaper on the stick so that someone else can read the Belinda Stronach interview in its entirety. Though I'm not sure you'd want to; the woman isn't sure whether Charles Tupper was a hockey player or a prime minister.
Sometimes I'll let out a little yay when I go out to a restaurant or a cafe with someone and they say "I hope you don't mind if I read the paper." Mind?! Hell no in fact I encourage it, load up on the newsprint. It may sound terribly antisocial, but I can't think of a better way to spend time at a meal than two people both reading the newspaper.
Sometimes I'm terribly fickle about the newspaper and the way it looks and yet I still can't clean my room.
# posted by Die Brucke @ 9:51 PM 
