Monday mornings! They are a bloggers’ delight of two deliciously stuff-filled magazines’ worth of “content” to “harvest.” (Isn’t the new media economy ridiculous?) The New Yorker and New York consistently bring two totally different types of reading pleasure (and sometimes unhappiness): the former more unexpected, lengthier, more guided by native interest and long study; the latter more packaged, more “of the moment,” more trend-based, more magaziney. But something quite odd has happened this particular Monday, in comparing today’s New Yorker with the current issue of New York on stands. And now how will we know what the way we live now is supposed to be?