Those people…

Have you ever bought a newspaper and then forget to read it?  This happens to me all the time, especially with my favorite Sunday Editions of The New York Times.   At $6 dollars each, they are as expensive as a paperback novel, and probably contain as much writing.  I enjoy the Sunday New York Times, even though a lot of my peers give me grief for its liberal bias.  So what?  I watch Fox News too, and you can’t say that they don’t have a conservative bias.  You see, there’s two sides to every story, and I enjoy reading, listening, and watching both the liberals and the conservatives.  This entire country was founded on discourse, debate, and heaven forbid, compromise.

At any rate, last night I was cleaning up the man cave and I stumbled across the March 13, 2011 edition of The New York Times.  Good grief, that was a while ago.  The paper is already fading as some papers tend to do under the elements and time.  I’m now catching up on the past if you will.

Turning the pages I come to the Weddings/Celebrations pages in the Sunday Styles section.  I don’t know why, but I read the fabulous wedding announcements and I can’t help wonder, who the hell are those people, or is it, these people?  They look great, and reading their short bios I’m intrigued by how the majority of them come from wealthy families and places, have super awesome jobs, and are genuinely, not like us.  I’m lucky if I find a good deal at an outlet store, and these people are sporting the finest linens.

Not that I’m jealous, I’m just wondering what it would take for my sons to make it to the back pages of The New York Times Style section.  This fills me with a certain amount of dread that perhaps I’m not providing enough for my family in order to have this kind of lavish lifestyle.  I am partially comforted by the fact that I am able to provide for my family, we have clothes on our back, food on the table, a roof over our heads, health insurance, and books, oh yes, lots of books.  And yet I wonder about those people…

The morning routine

Apart from the usual waking up, shit, shower and shave routine, I do love a cup of Sunny D, a Hot Pocket, and a morning paper.  Yeah, Sunny D isn’t really orange juice, but you get your 100% daily dose of Vitamin C, along with your high fructose corn syrup.   What’s not to like?  The Hot Pocket is a wonderful, portable meal that ties you over nicely till lunch time.  As for the morning paper, I get the local rag at work and since my favorite newspapers: The New York Times, the Chicago Tribune, The Wall Street Journal, The Financial Times, etc., don’t home deliver to Central Illinois, I’m stuck with going to the local newspaper stand for my fix.  I wish I could do a subscription, not only would it save money, but it would be nice to wake up to a paper every morning.  I suppose I could do mail order, but that would mean I would get the paper one or two days behind all the time.  What’s the fun in that?  Anyhow, what is your morning routine?

Hot Pocket, Sunny D, Newspaper