Reading the paper

Photo by: Stefano Corso

A couple of drinks and one broken glass later, these things happen you know, I found myself in bed reading the Bangkok Post's Sunday paper.

I'm trying to shut down the computer for a little bit everyday, otherwise I spend over 90% of any given day in front of a screen: work, curiosity fix, social network (friends), family and entertainment. It doesn't feed me or get me to work, but outside of that I might as well just be synced up and into the matrix.

With the computer "sleeping", I was dragged into a story by the lead of the Post's front page sidebar on Burma. The course grained paper of a daily feels good, better than a Kindle. I didn't even take the rubber-band off it -- just left it quartered.

Finally carefully I began to dissect the paper and remove the funny pages. When was the last time I had actually held the funny pages? -- ever? Not in my "adult" life, but there I was lounging in my big bed in Thailand, reading Garfield and Blonde, and thinking about a time that I only briefly existed in, when paper was the medium for information.