Reboot

Today I became one of Tao Lin's interns.

Today I also tried to finish reading one of my New Yorkers left over from October. The attempt was unsuccessful. I keep thinking that I can catch up, but I don't think it's possible. I think the people at The New Yorker secretly want you to never be able to catch up in your reading of The New Yorker, so that you're always feeling a little less elite than you think you ought to be. And they also know that if you give up and relinquish your subscription altogether, you will be admitting that you are a failure, which no one, especially no one who subscribes to The New Yorker, really wants to do. So they will always win. And people like me will always be sitting in their living rooms after work, attempting to read a 25-page article about a vice president of a large financial institution in Uzbekistan from four months ago which by now is completely worthless reading material because the vice president has been assassinated by guerrilla forces and the financial institution has been bought out by a hedge fund and in any case you will never read anything else about these people EVER because no sane news source will report on it.

I think I am going to watch Project Runway and eat some soup.