No Morning Newspaper, Day One
I realized yesterday that morning that newspaper subscriptions aren’t like magazine subscriptions. If I no longer want a particular magazine, I just don’t pay the invoice and voila, no more magazine. Newspapers have to be stopped with a phone call. I couldn’t stop The Tennessean by ignoring the invoices. I couldn’t cancel it over the internet, although I could extend my subscription, change my subscription or stop it temporarily when I go on vacation.
I read The Tennessean online this morning in about the same time that I usually spent offline reading it. I miss the horoscope, Dilbert and the puzzles. But I never took the horoscope seriously, and Dilbert occasionally was too real. I bought a book of crossword puzzles recently to keep my mind active.
I’ve established an account with the Tennessean to blog, and if I read something online that stirs a reaction, I can quickly write a letter to the editor. The Tennessean will probably be hearing from me more frequently. This means that one of the oldest means of communication and one of the youngest baby boomers (I wish) meet in the brave new world of social media.
The worst thing about not reading a physical newspaper: I can’t sit in my comfy chair with my feet propped up.
The best thing about not reading a physical newspaper: I don’t have to collect them for a week and haul them to the overcrowded recycling center!
