Magazine Woes, Part I

Magazines are an anomaly. Books are simple and direct – they are bricks made up of pages, and you store them on the shelves, proudly displaying them for personal gratification (or chuck it under the bed. Whatever).
Newspapers are also simple and direct. They are time sensitive, and when you’re done with them, you’re pretty much certain they are heading for the recyclers (or the bin. Whatever).
Magazines are strange. They are a breed that is a cross between books and newspapers. Magazines have articles in there that are either so good, or so relevant, or so timeless, that they should be stored and saved for posterity. They also have stuff that will expire with time, much like newspaper articles. But, you can’t buy them, read them once and toss them out just like that the way you do with newspapers – they aren’t exactly cheap. So what do you do with them?
At present, this very question is as difficult to answer as the meaning of life.
I’ve just been forced to do some housecleaning (stop sniggering), and found that I have to grapple with something that I have been procrastinating with for some time – what to do with my stacks of magazines. Stacks of them – Hardware Magazine, Men’s Health, Personal Money, various digital photography magazine, PC Gamer, Reader’s Digest, National Geographic Magazine, TIME, Linux Format, plus other countless magazines that were running an item or two of interest – lying on the floor and stored in A4 paper boxes. All screaming for attention.
Sometime back, I told myself no more frivolous magazine buying. I successfully cut it down to only 1 monthly magazine that I buy with regularity: Hardware Magazine. I let my hair down on occassion (TIME magazine specials, various tech magazines), but on the whole, I’ve done well.
My past is staring at me now.
I’ve 4 tall, stout, ebony wood shelves that I’m terribly proud of, but they hold books. Putting magazines on them seem like… travesty. I can’t chuck them onto card boxes either. You can’t see the contents, and the mags are stored there until they rot or the boxes do. Worse, when you finally open the darn things, they are relics from a different era (much like my Internet Magazines from published by Jaring a million years ago. The stuff they talk about is so out of context now, it’s like going back in a time capsule).
What do I do? What do you do?
I’ll shove them off the room at the moment, leaving my comics collection that is still sitting in my library – a brown carton box that is so out of place.
Oh wait, that’s another problem… sigh.


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