I was elated on August 26 to find the August 24 issue of The New Yorker in our Tororo PO Box at the post office here. It's a major coup, as it means constant availability of reading material.
(Admittedly, there is a good bookstore in Kampala, called Aristoc, but that's 3 hours away. And there is a small library in town, too.)
And it came the same week it was released! I had expected a delay of at least a month.
I expected when I checked today to have the August 31 issue waiting for me. But what I found was this:
Apparently it is essential to remind me about subscription renewal even though
a) My subscription isn't up until July 2010
b) I live in rural Uganda