You get home from work and after some relaxation time, you do what you've always done this week: read a 700 page book on Roman Britain. (Pinky: What are we going to do tonight, Brain?) And then you fire up the old internet tubes to check the day's news, see that it's a big news day, and think, I kind of want to get back to the damned book on Roman forts next to Hadrian's Wall so I can finish the damned thing this week. (As one does.)
There's just way too much news out there, and it's not written in a story-style that is exciting and makes me want to read it. I like my info to be presented that way, thanks. Why I don't care for Wikipedia. But the main issue is just keeping up with it all and how that conflicts with stuff you really want to do. Not making finding out about today's world a chore, like a school homework assignment you're not eager to start on.
What can be done? It is me—as a curious, hopefully intelligent person, I should suck it up and keep track of the latest atrocities and stupid—I mean very stupid—American partisan political news. But I'd rather read about Roman Britain, and my eyes have glazed over so many pages talking about ancient military practices this week that it's not even funny. In the far future, when we have a Winter's-Tale world where newspapers are very popular, a cool, fairly payed editor should find a way to download his paper directly in my disembodied brain in an instant. Then I can finish that 15 volume collection of World Emperor Arianna Huffington's letters in peace.