While I was in graduate school I noticed that nearly every one of my classmates read The New Yorker. They had all sorts of interesting things to say about the publication, so I decided to buy a copy. I read, maybe, three or four pages before chucking that thing out.
Although, I can often be found eating cheese while rather nerdily pushing up my glasses as they slip down the bridge of my greasy nose, I’m really not that smart. But, oh, how I want to be! To know words! To use them in sentences! Ah, to be an intellectual, the kind of person who actually reads The New Yorker!
Immediate goal: read entire issue of The New Yorker cover to cover.
Slightly less immediate goal: become sort of person who enjoys reading The New Yorker.
Ultimate goal: become super genius
*Oct. 21, 2009