Posted on 10/31/2008 10:27:47 PM PDT by JoeA
I love to read.I'll read anywhere: on the sofa, in a grocery checkout line, while I'm eating, in bed, when I wake up, in the backyard. And I'll read almost anything: novels, biographies, history, philosophy, religion; hardcover, softcover, magazines, comic books, flyers, cereal boxes, and matchbook covers. If it's printed, I'm happy to read it. But there's one thing that I'm about to give up reading, an important part of my life. It hurts me to say this, but I think I'm done with newspapers. I say this reluctantly, because it's long been part of my daily routine to enjoy the morning newspaper over a steaming cup of coffee. And Sunday brunch always seemed better when mixed with the Arts or Book sections. No bloody mary ever tasted better than the ones served with the New York Times Book Review. Continued...
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Heck, I'll even read the damn *NO PARKING ZONE* signs just before the Cop gives me a ticket for stopping to read the frickin *NO PARKING ZONE* signs .........
/laughs
Gosh, I need a newspaper - I work at one!
Yeah, but what about the crossword puzzle ?
... Ok, it’s on line ... so what.
Now I remember, they were pieces of paper that left black ink stains on my fingers, and were popular in a time when telephones weighed 10 lbs. and one had to dial a number on a circular rotary contraption, and music was played on something called a phonograph that ran at 33 and 1/3 RPM.
Just rotated some vinyl for Halloween ... Sgt. Peppers, Warren Zevon, Leonard Cohen, Burnt Weeny Sandwich, Fear of Music, Wheels of Fire, T Rex ...
What a trip.
Our rabbits need newspapers to pee on.
Who needs newspapers?
People with pet birds, thats who.
This cartoon was in the NY Post tonight. Here's the link. It's funny but chilling.
Dumbobama must be defeated!
As a kid, I loved going to my dad’s office at the newspaper. There was a real newsroom, like in the movies, with lots of desks and people making clackikng noises on typewriter keys.
I would go over and lean against the Teletype machine to read the stories coming in and wait for a big one to ring the bells. Or sneak downstairs to pester the printers to make me a “stamp” of my name out of lead. Probably got exposed to all sorts of heinous fumes and dusts, but it was awesome. My dad retired when the newfangled computers came into the picture, he didn’t much like the thought of editing or writing on them, and figured it was time to go. I’m glad he hasn’t had to see what has happened to his beloved industry. It’s definitely -30-.
ROTFLOL!!!!
I remember visiting a cartoonist at the New York Post, John Pierotti, who was a friend of the family. in addition to watching him work, I got a tour of the plant. I’d already loved books by then, but that’s when I fell in love with printing. I was a typographer, for a while, so I had a great affintity for newspapers.
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