The New York Review of Books

I love my Humanities class. My professor is a delightful old man. He is in his mid-eighties, however he is energetic and passionate about the course. I believe that I have learned much from him.

At the beginning of the semester, I recognized that this was quite a unique professor, and decided to confront him about my issues about career planning. I told him that I was nothing more than a hopeless thinker, and I wanted to somehow incorporate this activitiy into my life after college.

He suggested a few things, notably, the New York Review of Books. It is a periodical that he subscribes to that publishes essay in 20 issues per year. I originally wrote it off, however, it seems that he didn't.

Today he gave me his latest issue - he apparantly saves them - and told me to read through it. I did while drinking a cup of coffee at Starbucks. It is brilliant.

The journal is simply magnificient. It is full of current ideas and reviews. Although not all of the issues are important to me, the fact that there are forums for thinkers is a novel idea that I never believed could exist.

It has been a truly inspired day. Thank the Lord!