The problem with magazines

I love my magazines, but there's so much information! I get Utne and The Walrus and they arrive within a week of each other, so I go on magazine binges, and all the info starts to bleed together in my head in new and surreal ways:

Soundscapes and silence for sanity in a psychiatric hospital in Baghdad... the effect of the possibility of an oil crisis on China... the sound of key strokes and the written word on screen as being isolating those who use technology and isolating those who can't... heartbroken librarians and radical hairdressers...

Fiction and non-fiction and facts from all over the world swirl together; details are lost; only strange and impossible questions remain:

In Canada's possible divorce, who gets the kids? Is the blight of the Tsunami victims worthy of more attention then the ongoing crisis in Africa? How do some of those strange new toothbrush designs feel to someone who's blind? Would alcoholic poets write better poems in small towns?

Priorities get mixed up. I can't remember important facts, but I can't forget odd factoids:

- There's a booming business in extra large coffins to accomodate the larger corpses left by America's expanding waistlines.
- The hardest part about going blind may be finding and using public washrooms.
- Robert Pollard hates cheap coffee pots.
- The Catholic Church is pretty easy going about annulling marriages.

My mind is spinning!