Magazine

Thin, perfect-bound, glossy, with thick pages and full-color photographs, inspiration and information and advertisement and article cut and pasted together on nearly any bizarre subject; there is a magazine for all occasions. Whenever I contemplate exploring something strange and different, the first place I go is the newsstand, to find a magazine on the subject. It doesn't matter what it is, there are magazines for folks who build hot rods, have tattoos, collect ceramic figurines, play bridge or poker or blackjack, write, read poetry, ride motorcycles, have any kind of pet of any kind of breed or type, are gay or straight, live in whatever state or city or town, ride a BMX bike or mountain bike or racing bike or a skateboard or a kite board, go to movies, shoot movies, write movies, are fans of movies or teens or rock stars or rappers or classical music, build model railroads or models of anything, fly an airplane, own a yacht, fish for crappie (yes, Crappie magazine), are getting married, have been divorced, are single, like to cook and eat and scrapbook and read the airline magazine while on their way to distant lands that they read about in a travel magazine.