I know it's a wonderful cliche, but the New Yorker is my favorite magazine. I started reading it a few years ago, but it wasn't until I was on an island in the middle of nowhere that I really started to read them cover to cover. Every week there is at least one story that's fascinating or strange or simply contains a bit of trivia that I can dredge up for later.
This last week in particular had a great piece by one of the staff writers, Nick Paumgarten. He wrote an incredible 16 page article called The Death of Kings about the recent financial crisis. It contained this quote,
"...there must be an endorphin that's triggered by the call-and-response recapitulation of a giant variegated clusterfuck,"
and this one,
"...he welcomes a ritual repricing with the relish of Colonel Kilgore smelling napalm at dawn."
Even if you don't happen to like economics as much as I do you have to admit; that is a fairly entertaining way to discuss a modern economic meltdown.