A practical time machine

Over two years ago, at the rehearsal dinner for he11o_sunshine and stubiebrother wedding, they gave me the Complete New Yorker on DVD. Since that time, it has sat on a self in my office, unopened. This is not because I wasn’t interested in it. I am very interested. But other things took over my time and I just never got to it.

Until last night.

When I should have been going to bed, I finally decided to crack the seal on the package. I installed the software on my MacBook and spent nearly an hour browsing through the earliest complete issues of the New Yorker. The earliest issue goes back to February 1925. My Grandpa would not yet be 5 years old. Skimming through the pages was like an adventure back in time. The writing styles, the sense of humor, and the contemporary references were fascinating. And on top of that, there were the advertisements. It really is like a kind of practical time machine.

It’s also highly addictive. I spent an hour browsing (and I wasn’t reading, just browsing) and I could have kept going, save the fact that my battery was getting low and I had to get up at 4:20 this morning. I foresee a lot of future enjoyment from those DVDs.