the new yorker.

The New Yorker. I want to have little babies with The New Yorker. What am I talking about? The weekly magazine The New Yorker. It’s my favorite. Ever. Why?

Long thoughtful articles. What’s missing from like practically everything today, is depth. We skim the surface and boil stories down to simple truths and neat little tales. Typically we rob them of all truth in the process. Life’s not simple and neither are people or stories. And so, I love the New Yorker because it doesn’t over-simplify. It doesn’t resort to un-complicating. Or at least I don’t think so.

I first had a feeling that I fell in love with the New Yorker many years ago with this Al Gore article. (The story is no longer free on the Web, so I link to an excerpt). And each week, they dive into new topics and open the world to new possibilities. I absolutely love the New Yorker. And I humbly suggest that you should love it too.

Try this article on LA mayor Antonio Villaraigosa. Good stuff. I’m reading it now. Yeah, it’s long!