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Monday, 16 July 2012


That's a wonderful cover. Witty and says something very telling about our times.

Several years ago, I was lucky enough to visit the offices of the New Yorker and was delighted to see so many iconic covers framed in the hallways and offices.


artistic license at work, who can really read their phone screen in the bright sunlight, especially with sunglasses on.

The optimist in me is imagining that everyone in the picture is a photo enthusiast, with the 4 subjects of the first photographer focused on taking artsy photos of the shadow in the sand. The teen on the right is just chimping so that he can perfect the shot on his next try. Then they will all pass around their mobile phones and enjoy a real family moment of bonding over their shared hobby. ;-)

What more can I say?

... except that even (especially?)here in Oz, it's usual to see people wandering along, heads buried in their smarty-pants 'phones.

My wife's siblings are scattered about the US these days, so they don't get together but about once a year any more. The last time the five siblings, their Mom, assorted husbands, wives, kids, etc. were all together there was also a birthday. After the birthday cake was carried into the room, Youngest Sister announced to the gathering, "I just took a picture of the cake and posted it on Facebook!"

And they all whipped out their cell phones to look....

If I could only subscribe to one magazine it would be the New Yorker. A great read, cover to cover.


Having lived my childhood in rural areas without phone lines or electricity, forget about internet, I do appreciate modern communications a lot.
This might make no sense to others, but now I love being able to be in touch and share experiences with friends when I'm at remote locations. But the difference might be in that I ENJOY being in remote locations. I`m not so sure about most people who seem to go there to earn some kind of geographical trophy.

To be more like the visitors to the town where I live and work (Key West FL) one would have to be using an iPad as their camera.

I'm constantly amused by the number of people I see using the inconveniently large iPad tablet to take snapshots. I've seen them doing it up and down Duval St. and at the Southermost Point.

Is anybody here old enough to remember the days when a common fixture of comedy was the stereotype of the Japanese tourist?

He was a male, always had a camera on hand, obsessively took pictures of everything, and traveled in gang with other similar males who acted likewise. He would also be obsessed by all sorts of technological gadgets that would keep his attention captured.

Oh! how people could laugh at the odd behaviour, seemingly meaningless activity, and obvious feeling of we-are-so-not-like-him, which was deepened by the sentiment of cultural and racial difference. Them Japanese, they obsessed by theirs Kodaks and theirs gizmos, ain't it?

Most Westerners have now conformed to this stereotype, and we have yet to feel the bite of irony.

a nice collectable cover. signs of the time.

Paradise lost...

Damn the apple!

"Yeah, but.... It's a painting."

Oh, you're right...get it out of here, now!


P.S. I think The New Yorker is the only magazine in the world that always puts artwork on its cover, never photographs, and never uses blurbs. Long may they run.

My day job involves sending college students to study in different countries. This cover encapsulates our worst fear, which is that mobile internet means nobody is ever anywhere really.

The diagnosis that Aaron Johnson over at What The Duck (yes, it's still alive!) is making fits the theme:

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