Note: this blog is a redo…the original is written on a United Airlines napkin and is probably littering San Francisco.
i was perusing the magazine racks at the airport, looking for some flight reading (get it?). After considering the highly intellectual publications of “Jane” and “OK”, i decided that perhaps it was time i started reading about things like climate change (which the economist cover boasted) as opposed to fashion magazines and classic novels that i fall asleep reading after like ten pages.
It is strange that i would buy “the Economist”, because not only did i hate Economics in college, i actually cried studying for my Microeconomics final because i couldn’t hack it and knew a “C” was inevitable (it was & in hindsight, who cares).
As i was saying…”the Economist” had me at Ahern (lame reference!), Bertie Ahern. Its pictures are sparse yet affecting (bertie sporting a fantastic pink striped tie). In addition, their articles actually continue on the next page (Vogue, for the love of all things great and small, please take note). This greatly facilitates my non-linear pattern of reading which usually includes reading things completely disjointed until the entirety is read.
By the end of the flight (which Craig so diligently tracked- he’s a doll, we are getting married tomorrow should you like to throw us a party)…i had read nearly everything, saving Tony Blair’s “lessons learned” essay for the return flight. As soon as i move to DC, i am tewtelly subscribing, using the subscription envelope (hello, brilliant!). Long story short, read “the Economist” and “the Alchemist” while you’re at it...they’ll change your life, and if they don’t, you probably don’t get it anyways. You probably also fell asleep on a tray table during a “red eye” flight across our fine country and have a serious crick in your neck…oh wait, that’s me.
xo, mer
i was perusing the magazine racks at the airport, looking for some flight reading (get it?). After considering the highly intellectual publications of “Jane” and “OK”, i decided that perhaps it was time i started reading about things like climate change (which the economist cover boasted) as opposed to fashion magazines and classic novels that i fall asleep reading after like ten pages.
It is strange that i would buy “the Economist”, because not only did i hate Economics in college, i actually cried studying for my Microeconomics final because i couldn’t hack it and knew a “C” was inevitable (it was & in hindsight, who cares).
As i was saying…”the Economist” had me at Ahern (lame reference!), Bertie Ahern. Its pictures are sparse yet affecting (bertie sporting a fantastic pink striped tie). In addition, their articles actually continue on the next page (Vogue, for the love of all things great and small, please take note). This greatly facilitates my non-linear pattern of reading which usually includes reading things completely disjointed until the entirety is read.
By the end of the flight (which Craig so diligently tracked- he’s a doll, we are getting married tomorrow should you like to throw us a party)…i had read nearly everything, saving Tony Blair’s “lessons learned” essay for the return flight. As soon as i move to DC, i am tewtelly subscribing, using the subscription envelope (hello, brilliant!). Long story short, read “the Economist” and “the Alchemist” while you’re at it...they’ll change your life, and if they don’t, you probably don’t get it anyways. You probably also fell asleep on a tray table during a “red eye” flight across our fine country and have a serious crick in your neck…oh wait, that’s me.
xo, mer
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