tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32999748.post8749753059899259946..comments2024-03-04T01:47:18.750-05:00Comments on Lemurian Congress: Synchronicity with Phyllis RyanAdam Thorntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634565262440008573noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32999748.post-50733807841028606392007-06-14T11:07:00.000-04:002007-06-14T11:07:00.000-04:00I was an obsessive reader of The New Yorker in the...I was an obsessive reader of The New Yorker in the late '90s, and I really loved it.<BR/><BR/>The '20s version is a very different sort of animal -- it's pretty much 20% sports coverage, 20% art review, 40% goofy observations & jokes, 15% shopping/travel/nightclub tips, and 5% actual journalism.<BR/><BR/>That's not including the ads for jewelry, cars, furs, beauty treatments, men's clothing, hair removal, ankle-minimizing stockings, and ankle-protecting booties.<BR/><BR/>I really do prefer the "serious" side of The New Yorker that I enjoyed in the '90s (and the Cryptic Crossword!), and I hope that the '20s magazine starts moving in that direction soon, but once in a while a truly funny piece like this pops up.<BR/><BR/>Charles Addams on a tricycle? I can picture it!Adam Thorntonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05634565262440008573noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32999748.post-79425160286116068522007-06-13T15:33:00.000-04:002007-06-13T15:33:00.000-04:00Hilarious. I do love the good old days at the New ...Hilarious. I do love the good old days at the New Yorker, when minor illustrators such as Charles Addams careered around parties, in his dinner togs, on a tiny child's tricycle, balancing a martini in one hand -- and so on. The glory days of intellectual fun. <BR/><BR/>The bit about Ulysses is just precious.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com