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in the bathcreated Friday, April 7th, 2006 1:45:40pmi took a bath and read the new yorker this is how i read the new yorker when i read it, that is i read the things going on in new york the film openings the operas the galleries and so and i wish i lived in new york then i read the talk of the town or at least the first one and maybe the second one the others are rarely worthwile then i read all of the comics cover to cover bruce eric kaplan is the best then i read the humorous feature the stuff written by jack handy or woody allen or david sedaris and its usually ok then i look at the feature article the long one usually about politics or world affairs and ill read that if the topic suits me but most of the time if the topic suits me i just remember to come back to the feature and i read the rest first i never read the fiction never i just cant do it i try sometimes sometimes i try to read the poetry but i never understand it i mean i understand the poetry but i dont understand out of all the submissions the new yorker gets and surely they get many they chose the one printed on the page because its just shit invariably they sifted through all those poems and they said this this is the one this is the shit we shall print of all of them then i read the book review unless its written by john updike i won't read anything by john updike fuck john updike fuck him after the book review i read the briefly noted reviews and i read the film review because usually it's decent in the bath tub i did all of this the feature didnt interest me the humor was a memoir by sedaris there was something by updike which i didnt read in the bath tub or anywhere else they're playing aguirre the wrath of god somewhere in new york and i wished i lived there when i got to the end of the magazine the bathwater was cold the last page has comics with no captions and you're supposed to supply you're own captions but i never know what to say just like now |
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