Every so often I forget that I really do hate the New Yorker magazine and I start to read it again. At first Im excited about the articles that are well written, insightful and take longer to read than the average bowel movement. But as I get into the third or forth issue in a row, I realize the cartoons make no sense at all. Its not that I dont get them, they are just plain stupid. Also, page after page of theatre production reviews which will never come here or gallery openings relevant to no one outside the Manhattan bubble are just a waste to me. Its then that I get frustrated with the belying myth of the New Yorkers intelligence and vow to scour the magazine from my reading list forever more... then a few months later, Ill be in some waiting room and notice a fascinating article on South American neo-liberalism....