Magazines are published on nearly every topic these days. Every trade has its journal, every sport, its serial.
Back in my high-tech, physics, and chemistry days, I thoroughly enjoyed reading Solid State Technology, particularly when I suffered from insomnia.
When my daughter was in Edinburgh, she ate lunch at the Elephant House café where J.K. Rowling wrote Harry Potter. As she stepped out of the restaurant, she looked down and, lying on the sidewalk, was Concrete magazine.
I’m going to ask her to start reading Money.
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Monday, November 10, 2008
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