just take magazines about things which interest us, like U/U World and
Chess Life and Review. I frequently get my "special interest story" news from the internet, supplementing my generally deficient knowledge of background with google searches. I "pat myself on the back" that I sometimes will spend a morning or an afternoon at the public library, soaking in culture both high and low. This way, I learn about my little place in the universe, while still avoiding stacking my home with glossy photos and people disguised as columnists who should have better things to do. It's been a while since I've had a chance to spend time on a "magazine browse" at the library, but lately everywhere I go I seem to be surrounded by time and an electic assortment of magazines. So now I know which computer equipment Bjork used for Vespertine, the story of the terribly sad 15,000 strong army of kidnapped and abused children in Uganda, how the planets are aligning, which actress among Selma Blair, Cameron Diaz and Christina Applegate one Rolling Stone journalist prefers (based on silly questions in interviews), which binoculars and MP3 players to buy, and how the shadow cabinet fellow involving money matters in the UK is formidable precisely because, the Economist opines, he will never have any real power. Having soaked in everything from how Moby's apartment looks to the joys of bicycling the railroad trail in Caprock Canyon in the Texas Panhandle, I feel at one with All Knowledge, and All Ideas. But in fact, I read it all in a magazine.