That is a direct reference to the movie Newsies, and it’s misleading. This post is in no way about a musical. Sorry.
This post is really about my futile attempt to figure out what’s going on in the world. All through the weekend, people kept asking me if I had heard about such and such in the news. Well, I don’t watch the news on TV, and I don’t usually read the news either. So the answer to that question is pretty typically, “No.”
I studied economics in college so that I would have a clue what was going on with politics and such, then I forgot to keep up with politics and such. My game plan might not have been air-tight. Here’s the problem. When I do look at news websites to try to get the latest and greatest news, I always find myself looking at the wrong type of article. These are the headlines that caught my eye on today’s NPR homepage:
- ‘Mugabe and the White African’ Fight for Farmland (movie review), because what I need to know more than anything else is more about Robert Mugabe and Zimbabwean politics. I have a surprising amount of random knowledge on this topic, if you ever want to talk about it.
- Would You Like a Little Bacon In That Martini?
- A London Cabbie’s Summer Reading Picks
- And okay, I did read one super short article about the potential change of BP’s CEO. That counts as real news.
So with all of NPR’s information at my fingertips, I learned that there’s a documentary coming out about Zimbabwe, that there’s a way to make drinking alcohol more like eating breakfast, that there’s a really well-read cab driver in London, and that BP may or may not be changing the leadership of their organization. What did I really gain? If I could force myself to focus on stories like Khmer Official Sentenced to 35 years in Prison, I might be wiser after 20 minutes of reading. It just doesn’t work that way.
On the bright side, I can say that I just read the news for 20 minutes and feel relatively good about the world. Not many people can say that. Feeling good about the world would have to exclude the Mugabe thing though. He doesn’t make me feel warm and fuzzy. Neither do oil spills. Cab drivers with good literary taste and martinis with bacon do though.