Before I say anything else today, I have to amend yesterday's post about my New Yorker subscription. Although I complained about the price, I just want to say that I am absolutely NOT opposed to paying for journalism and I understand that journalists need to make a living just like the rest of us. I was in fact a journalist myself for about 20 years, as most of you know. So believe me, I'm on the side of good journalism. I do pay for several subscriptions and I'm quite happy to do so.
I haven't canceled the magazine and I probably won't, although it does seem ridiculously archaic that they mail a paper magazine across the ocean to me. I could try to find out whether an all-digital subscription is an option -- but that hits their bottom line too, because then there are fewer eyes on the ads in the paper edition and Web ads don't make as much. Plus I know I'd forget to look at it online.
I'm pretty sure I am not singlehandedly going to solve the ills of the magazine/newspaper business model.
Olga is having some digestive issues -- she had an accident in the house yesterday and then was up twice last night being sick. I have no idea what's gotten into her, but I hope it's past. She seems better this morning. We may have to back off her anti-inflammatory meds again. Neither Dave nor I got a great night's sleep.
Meanwhile, here's a random sticker found on a recent dog walk. I got nothin' else!
(Top photo: Selfridge's on Oxford Street, a couple of weeks ago.)