It was a dark day in our house on Saturday. Fortunately my pain was slightly distilled with a quick date at Inyo for sushi and a late-night showing of It Might Get Loud, but more on that later. In any event, as any acquaintance worth their salt knows, a Michigan football loss is the equivalent in my world as Conde Nast announcing the decision to shutter Gourmet Magazine... (sound effects of throat-clearing while slip of paper is handed over for my review). And apparently that too, was made public today.
It's headlines like those that force me to ask: Am I the only remaining human to find paper publications (Read: newspaper, magazines, direct mail) an art worth saving? I realize the convenience and perhaps immediacy computers have provided our world -- and believe me, I couldn't live without my iPhone in my work or play life -- but will my grandchildren find themselves cozying up to their Kindles in lieu of a good paperback? Are we whittling our published titles down to one a month titled "FOR YOU OLD FARTS ONLY WHO JUST CAN'T BEAR TO LET IT GO?!"
Yes, I shed a tear for my mighty maize and blue on Saturday but this? This is worth turning on the faucet for. Au revoir Gourmet. I'll now file my famed Wild Mushroom Penne under the label of"Dead, But Not Forgotten."
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