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Newspaper withdrawal at the breakfast table

Mornings haven’t been quite the same around the house since Feb. 26–the last one that started with a print copy of the Washington Post landing somewhere near our front walk, making less of a thud than it once did, sometime before dawn.

That marked the end of a streak of Post home delivery that had run decades, going back to my first apartments out of college in Arlington and D.C. The wanton destruction of much of my old newsroom, followed by my seeing the sad results of Jeff Bezos’s act of civic vandalism and then facing an imminent renewal of our print subscription, pushed me to terminate that streak–in sorrow, not anger.

(The Post’s site didn’t even offer me a discount on my way out.)

Since then, the demise of a daily habit of analog news reading has left me with a breakfast-table problem: What do I read instead to ensure I still start the day by informing myself? Ideally, without bringing a touchscreen device to the table?

One early answer had been collecting dust on other household surfaces: the print magazines we get.

I’m one of the many people who subscribed to Wired in early 2025 in appreciation of that publication’s outstanding coverage of the Trump administration’s abuses of power. But until the dead-tree edition of the Post wasn’t occupying space on the breakfast table, I let copies of that magazine pile up.

We also have back issues of such other print mags as the Air & Space Museum’s Air & Space quarterly and the UVA and Georgetown alumni magazines my wife and I get. I’ve been reminded that they’re worth reading with a morning coffee–among other things, I now know that the coffee company I keep buying from at Costco was founded by another Hoya.

And there’s a slightly less-portable form of printed media, books. My current read is my Post friend Sara Kehaulani Goo’s memoir Kuleana, in which she unpacks her Hawaiian heritage and her family’s struggles to hold on to the last of some ancestral land.

If I must turn to a touchscreen, I’ve realized that my digital reading should be one of the most newspaper-like forms of online publishing, RSS. Catching up with favorite sites via that online-syndication format seems healthier than flipping over to social media.

I can also read the Washington Post on the web or in its Android or iPad apps–my Arlington and D.C. library cards provide free online access, notwithstanding the occasional glitch renewing that freebie. And yet I don’t turn to what I think of as my alma mater of journalism as often as I did when I paid for it. I feel a little bad about that.

Newspaper withdrawal at the breakfast table

Mornings haven’t been quite the same around the house since Feb. 26–the last one that started with a print copy of the Washington Post landing somewhere near our front walk, making less of a thud than it once did, sometime before dawn.

That marked the end of a streak of Post home delivery that had run decades, going back to my first apartments out of college in Arlington and D.C. The wanton destruction of much of my old newsroom, followed by my seeing the sad results of Jeff Bezos’s act of civic vandalism and then facing an imminent renewal of our print subscription, pushed me to terminate that streak–in sorrow, not anger.

(The Post’s site didn’t even offer me a discount on my way out.)

Since then, the demise of a daily habit of analog news reading has left me with a breakfast-table problem: What do I read instead to ensure I still start the day by informing myself? Ideally, without bringing a touchscreen device to the table?

One early answer had been collecting dust on other household surfaces: the print magazines we get.

I’m one of the many people who subscribed to Wired in early 2025 in appreciation of that publication’s outstanding coverage of the Trump administration’s abuses of power. But until the dead-tree edition of the Post wasn’t occupying space on the breakfast table, I let copies of that magazine pile up.

We also have back issues of such other print mags as the Air & Space Museum’s Air & Space quarterly and the UVA and Georgetown alumni magazines my wife and I get. I’ve been reminded that they’re worth reading with a morning coffee–among other things, I now know that the coffee company I keep buying from at Costco was founded by another Hoya.

And there’s a slightly less-portable form of printed media, books. My current read is my Post friend Sara Kehaulani Goo’s memoir Kuleana, in which she unpacks her Hawaiian heritage and her family’s struggles to hold on to the last of some ancestral land.

If I must turn to a touchscreen, I’ve realized that my digital reading should be one of the most newspaper-like forms of online publishing, RSS. Catching up with favorite sites via that online-syndication format seems healthier than flipping over to social media.

I can also read the Washington Post on the web or in its Android or iPad apps–my Arlington and D.C. library cards provide free online access, notwithstanding the occasional glitch renewing that freebie. And yet I don’t turn to what I think of as my alma mater of journalism as often as I did when I paid for it. I feel a little bad about that.

Newspaper withdrawal at the breakfast table

Mornings haven’t been quite the same around the house since Feb. 26–the last one that started with a print copy of the Washington Post landing somewhere near our front walk, making less of a thud than it once did, sometime before dawn.

That marked the end of a streak of Post home delivery that had run decades, going back to my first apartments out of college in Arlington and D.C. The wanton destruction of much of my old newsroom, followed by my seeing the sad results of Jeff Bezos’s act of civic vandalism and then facing an imminent renewal of our print subscription, pushed me to terminate that streak–in sorrow, not anger.

(The Post’s site didn’t even offer me a discount on my way out.)

Since then, the demise of a daily habit of analog news reading has left me with a breakfast-table problem: What do I read instead to ensure I still start the day by informing myself? Ideally, without bringing a touchscreen device to the table?

One early answer had been collecting dust on other household surfaces: the print magazines we get.

I’m one of the many people who subscribed to Wired in early 2025 in appreciation of that publication’s outstanding coverage of the Trump administration’s abuses of power. But until the dead-tree edition of the Post wasn’t occupying space on the breakfast table, I let copies of that magazine pile up.

We also have back issues of such other print mags as the Air & Space Museum’s Air & Space quarterly and the UVA and Georgetown alumni magazines my wife and I get. I’ve been reminded that they’re worth reading with a morning coffee–among other things, I now know that the coffee company I keep buying from at Costco was founded by another Hoya.

And there’s a slightly less-portable form of printed media, books. My current read is my Post friend Sara Kehaulani Goo’s memoir Kuleana, in which she unpacks her Hawaiian heritage and her family’s struggles to hold on to the last of some ancestral land.

If I must turn to a touchscreen, I’ve realized that my digital reading should be one of the most newspaper-like forms of online publishing, RSS. Catching up with favorite sites via that online-syndication format seems healthier than flipping over to social media.

I can also read the Washington Post on the web or in its Android or iPad apps–my Arlington and D.C. library cards provide free online access, notwithstanding the occasional glitch renewing that freebie. And yet I don’t turn to what I think of as my alma mater of journalism as often as I did when I paid for it. I feel a little bad about that.

Newspaper withdrawal at the breakfast table

Mornings haven’t been quite the same around the house since Feb. 26–the last one that started with a print copy of the Washington Post landing somewhere near our front walk, making less of a thud than it once did, sometime before dawn.

That marked the end of a streak of Post home delivery that had run decades, going back to my first apartments out of college in Arlington and D.C. The wanton destruction of much of my old newsroom, followed by my seeing the sad results of Jeff Bezos’s act of civic vandalism and then facing an imminent renewal of our print subscription, pushed me to terminate that streak–in sorrow, not anger.

(The Post’s site didn’t even offer me a discount on my way out.)

Since then, the demise of a daily habit of analog news reading has left me with a breakfast-table problem: What do I read instead to ensure I still start the day by informing myself? Ideally, without bringing a touchscreen device to the table?

One early answer had been collecting dust on other household surfaces: the print magazines we get.

I’m one of the many people who subscribed to Wired in early 2025 in appreciation of that publication’s outstanding coverage of the Trump administration’s abuses of power. But until the dead-tree edition of the Post wasn’t occupying space on the breakfast table, I let copies of that magazine pile up.

We also have back issues of such other print mags as the Air & Space Museum’s Air & Space quarterly and the UVA and Georgetown alumni magazines my wife and I get. I’ve been reminded that they’re worth reading with a morning coffee–among other things, I now know that the coffee company I keep buying from at Costco was founded by another Hoya.

And there’s a slightly less-portable form of printed media, books. My current read is my Post friend Sara Kehaulani Goo’s memoir Kuleana, in which she unpacks her Hawaiian heritage and her family’s struggles to hold on to the last of some ancestral land.

If I must turn to a touchscreen, I’ve realized that my digital reading should be one of the most newspaper-like forms of online publishing, RSS. Catching up with favorite sites via that online-syndication format seems healthier than flipping over to social media.

I can also read the Washington Post on the web or in its Android or iPad apps–my Arlington and D.C. library cards provide free online access, notwithstanding the occasional glitch renewing that freebie. And yet I don’t turn to what I think of as my alma mater of journalism as often as I did when I paid for it. I feel a little bad about that.

Newspaper withdrawal at the breakfast table

Mornings haven’t been quite the same around the house since Feb. 26–the last one that started with a print copy of the Washington Post landing somewhere near our front walk, making less of a thud than it once did, sometime before dawn.

That marked the end of a streak of Post home delivery that had run decades, going back to my first apartments out of college in Arlington and D.C. The wanton destruction of much of my old newsroom, followed by my seeing the sad results of Jeff Bezos’s act of civic vandalism and then facing an imminent renewal of our print subscription, pushed me to terminate that streak–in sorrow, not anger.

(The Post’s site didn’t even offer me a discount on my way out.)

Since then, the demise of a daily habit of analog news reading has left me with a breakfast-table problem: What do I read instead to ensure I still start the day by informing myself? Ideally, without bringing a touchscreen device to the table?

One early answer had been collecting dust on other household surfaces: the print magazines we get.

I’m one of the many people who subscribed to Wired in early 2025 in appreciation of that publication’s outstanding coverage of the Trump administration’s abuses of power. But until the dead-tree edition of the Post wasn’t occupying space on the breakfast table, I let copies of that magazine pile up.

We also have back issues of such other print mags as the Air & Space Museum’s Air & Space quarterly and the UVA and Georgetown alumni magazines my wife and I get. I’ve been reminded that they’re worth reading with a morning coffee–among other things, I now know that the coffee company I keep buying from at Costco was founded by another Hoya.

And there’s a slightly less-portable form of printed media, books. My current read is my Post friend Sara Kehaulani Goo’s memoir Kuleana, in which she unpacks her Hawaiian heritage and her family’s struggles to hold on to the last of some ancestral land.

If I must turn to a touchscreen, I’ve realized that my digital reading should be one of the most newspaper-like forms of online publishing, RSS. Catching up with favorite sites via that online-syndication format seems healthier than flipping over to social media.

I can also read the Washington Post on the web or in its Android or iPad apps–my Arlington and D.C. library cards provide free online access, notwithstanding the occasional glitch renewing that freebie. And yet I don’t turn to what I think of as my alma mater of journalism as often as I did when I paid for it. I feel a little bad about that.

My favorite (most eye-opening) quote:

The real problem is that Hawai‘i is still a modern-day colonial state that has, generation after generation, displaced the Native Hawaiian people from the land, their natural resources, way of life, and culture.

#kuleana #saraKehaulaniGoo #bookstodon

I finished #Kuleana by #saraKehaulaniGoo and it was really good, highly recommended. There’s a glossary entry I want to comment on though. I had never seen “kane” without the kahakō for “man” but I wondered if she was on to something here, because of the elegant parallelism with wahine/wāhine. But Wehewehe does not have “man” as a meaning for “kane.” #bookstodon

I’m reading Kuleana by Sara Kehaulani Goo and she mentions how she acquired a recording of a radio interview with her great grandmother Malaka/Martha Kahanu Inagawa from the 70s. As soon as I got to that part, I did a search at ulukau.org and quickly found the interview! The song about Piʻilani Hale Heiau starts at 21:30. #kuleana #saraKehaulaniGoo #bookstodon #nationalTropicalBotanicGarden #ntbg #kahanu
https://ulukau.org/kaniaina/?a=d&d=A-KLH-HV24-139&srpos=1

Friends, *I'm* the one who brought this deeply annoying, invasive, and aggressive vine to my place. I'm pretty certain I know how: it was probably in some coconuts I brought in from an ex-friend's property for use as mulch (I remember these vines growing amongst the coconuts at his place).

And now it's a huge problem. It grows so fast and covers everything and even if you get most of it in an area, it'll come back from the tiniest pieces. and it sends out vines underneath a bunch of other plants and puts up leaves where it finds an opening. The vine breaks very easily, so pieces of it easily remain in the soil. I honestly am not even sure everywhere that it's vined to at this point, and I just have to keep cleaning and cleaning till I can hopefully at least contain it.

It's fabaceae, and if it wasn't so aggressive in covering everything, it might even be tolerable. But it's very aggressive and since we don't have freezing temps, it'll just keep going...

It pains me so much to know that I, through my own ignorance and carelessness, brought this thing to my place, and now it hurts my other plants and is a huge problem for me - a problem I may not be able to contain.

Before I got here, this horrible invasive wasn't here...and now it is and I did it. So I work on it a bit at a time, and hopefully I'll eventually get rid of it and go back to zero. If I'm lucky.

#InvasiveSpecies #kuleana #hawaii #plants #gardening #environment #ecology #VineGang