For the entire month of June I’m planning on writing a series of blog-a-day posts based on a set series of open-ended questions to myself. This is one of those posts.
June 13th // Something You Are Reading
I thought about getting all abstract again with this blog-a-day post, but decided that instead I would narrow my topic down resolutely into the concrete. The thing is that there is a postal strike accelerating into existence at the moment and though I mostly use the postal service for little more than to receive my routine collection of junk mail, there is still one requested thing that gets delivered… and where I’ll be feeling the pinch of reduced (or possibly suspended) mail delivery: magazines. Why? Because despite my digital leanings, I’m still a magazine junkie.
To make matters worse I recently took an uncharacteristic gamble. A Groupon — the currently-trendy deal-of-the-day — arrived in my email a few weeks back with a ridiculously cheap subscription to a magazine I’d never heard of. I must have been feeling flush or adventurous or something, because I cashed in on the deal and bought a year’s subscription to the weekly Bloomberg Businessweek after reading a mere handful of conflicting reviews on Amazon. I’d never actually held a copy of the magazine in my hands and, for all I knew, been signing up to receive a year’s worth of recycling fodder, cheap or not. I mean, a magazine subscription is a real commitment… especially a weekly magazine. Every week a new glob of text arrives and every week one is obliged to set aside a couple hours to read said globs of text to the satisfaction of that commitment. Usually I don’t take these things so lightly. But…
The postal strike still only in it’s early rolling-blackout stages, and the mail still mostly arriving as expected, my first issue of the magazine arrived on Friday. And there it was: the first of fifty sheaths of paper — globs of text — destined to either fill my mind with new ideas or my blue bins with new bulk.
So, I read. I curled up in the hammock and just read.
And it was funny because, by some odd chance or luck or fate — none of which I seriously believe in anyhow — I kinda like the magazine. It was a solid read, not too heavy but definitely rich with interesting perspectives and techie-business-cultural information that I can breeze through with both curiosity and a dash of counter-insight. It’s a bit of a more North American perspective kinda-twist on The Economist, with a dash of the techno-business savvy I’d usually attribute to WIRED. It’s not brilliant or world-changing, but it also seems to have taken a step back from obvious politicking and into seeking to find clever analysis of business and the impact of the same on that world. At least that was my take on the issue I read: sample size equals one.
Am I starting to gush a little? Yeah, it’s a bit of a mag-crush. I really kinda like it.
The looming postal strike is suddenly on my radar. A week or two ago when I first heard glimmers of it, I shrugged it off and thought ‘who’s gonna be bothered by no mail delivery? People without computers and e-billing, that’s who.’ But now? Now, the same strike is threatening a new relationship that has just begun, quietly, gently, rocking in the warm summer weekend air and hanging from a gently swinging hammock. And what I’m reading is, at least for the next while, coming by post. Or not.