It left me feeling informed, amused, and aware of what to expect over the next week. Also, my fingers were achy, my eyes were burning, and I was vaguely displeased with myself.
I wasn't sure why.
I wasn't on Facebook or Instagram, following the algorithm's highways and byways. I dove deep into the longer Substacks. I looked at the music venues in town, and did some research on the artists I didn't recognize. The local reporting, published on Substack but narrowly focused, alerted me to an issue I needed to raise with my county supervisor.
But I'd spent most of the day on my phone. That just felt wrong.
But then I remembered the Sundays off my youth, lying in the living room floor with the NYTimes.
Arts and Leisure, Opinion, the front page.... amusements, ideas, and facts. Just exactly what I had gleaned from scrolling.
Was that better? Why am I judging myself?
Who knows.
Besides a great Seahawks football game, and checking in on the winning baseball Seattle Mariners, I spent much of the day with my Seattle Times newspaper. Yes, I still do actual paper. :-)
ReplyDeleteI miss the content but not the news reporting or the editorial position of the NYT. Our local paper is much too expensive to subscribe to the hard copy. Time passes. I sigh.
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