Mood: smelly
Topic: Daily Life
There is a large cardboard box in the cafeteria where people throw old paperback novels and second-hand magazines. The books are generally worn out copies of John Grisham-type novels, which may excite some people but puts me to sleep. (Ok, so maybe I'm a cultural snob, but right now I'm trying to plow through Don Quixoti.) The magazines are old and very boring. For example, today I found a six month old copy of a magazine published somewhere in Africa that looks like a lousy Forbes knock-off encouraging westerns to "make it big" by investing in countries where the workforce is cheap. Sometimes I get really lucky and find an old copy of The New Republic or Weekly Standard. They might be really old, but I've found that these two magazines age must better than most. Stories about the national debt and the Supreme Court are as relevant today as they were six months ago.