I decided to address my nasty habit of reading articles and magazines without actually reading them by committing to The New Yorker for one month. I read this issue of the text-heavy magazine cover to cover only because my friend's Velcro annotations pulled me into articles that I'm certain to have skipped.

I bought my next issue at JFK a few days later on my way to Arizona then another for my flight homeNow I chomp for the next issue and impatiently wait for my one-year subscription to kick in.

It took a while but I've finally grown into The New Yorker and it couldn't have come at a better time.

Happy birthday to me.