The New Yorker is getting a digital facelift. Soon it won’t look a day over 70.
After perusing the New York Times, the Wall Street Journal and the New York Sun, which land daily on the doorstep of the Manhattan apartment he shares with his wife and three children, Remnick ventures online into what he calls the “infinite supermarket of voices and experimentation.” He checks out the left-leaning TalkingPointsMemo.com, then peeks at the conservative National Review Online. Salon and Slate get stop-bys, as do the Web sites of papers like the New York Post, the Washington Post, and The Chronicle. He’ll follow the day’s top story through the blogosphere, looking for story leads.
And he has his guilty pleasures.
Aha! A nod’s as good as a wink to a blind bat. Say no more. No, really: say no more. Turns out he surfs…. are you ready for this? Dylan sites. Yeesh. That shit is just freaky and unnatural, David.