We recently started getting the Sunday New York Times. It's a lot different than reading it online. It's also a bit of a culture shock.

A couple of weeks ago, there was a gigantic full page ad featuring something about The Who. "What's this?" I thought. A new DVD box set? A laser-light show at the planetarium? No. It was an ad for The Who. Live in concert. At Madison Square Garden. Announcing a second show because the first one sold out.

Also in the Arts and Leisure section there was a half page of "theater listings." Hmm. Only a half page? It's tiny print, but you'd think there would be a lot more movie theaters than that in New York City. Oh, wait. These are stage productions.

Today's front page of the Style section features a story about private jet time-shares. Apparently they are now affordable for the "merely" rich (as opposed to the obscenely rich), starting at around $250,000. One guy spent $40,000 of his time-share for a seven hour trip to a ballgame.

I'm not sure that regular exposure to this sort of thing is healthy.