Typical Sunday
I love the Sunday Times. I do. I love the idea it, I love it in a heaping pile on a coffee table in a cafe on Ave. A, I love it online, I love it even on Monday. France has no equivalent, and for its uniqueness, I love it even more. I have a small hunch that we’re going to be together forever.
The Sunday Times for me is equivalent to a prolonged session of literary people-watching. Being zoomed in, through well chosen words, to the petri-dish level of the lives, aspirations, hopes, failures, ect. of a whole motley of humanoids.
On this particular dreary Sunday, over a amply buttered and jammed croissant, I enjoyed this article:
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/03/21/us/21tribes.html?hp
And I thought it was something marvelous. They’re going to woo salmon back. Does it get any better?
