This dahlia is in a corner at the front of the house. During the summer it gets overheated and the flowers are all fried. But at the end of the season it always has the most beautiful blooms, even after the backyard dahlias are all cold and shriveled.
I was a real magazine junkie back in the day.
Not anymore. There is a lot of good journalism online and we pay for a ton of it. It’s frustrating to click on an article with a paywall since we already pay for so many things. I’m not saying I don’t get it — but we can’t support everything.
But I used to love magazines. It was a treat when you went to the airport and you bought things you normally wouldn’t get so you could read on the plane.
We used to get big fat issues of fashion magazines before school started to look at the new styles. This is funny to me now because we weren’t especially stylish but it was fun to look.
After college I lived a couple blocks away from a giant newsstand in Sherman Oaks, CA. I loved going there. I bought so many rock magazines.
With print there was no algorithm feeding you what it thought you wanted so you’d find things you didn’t expect. I read music, health and wellness stuff, some literary magazines. What would you call Harper’s? For quite a few years around the time I went to Clarion I subscribed to F&SF and Asimov’s. Also so many magazines had short fiction. The dwindling markets for short fiction is a bummer.
