I scooped your story, grey lady!

This article was boring, except that it contained a mystery that New York Times reporters were unable or unwilling to crack. Specifically, the reporter tells us all about lux apartment used to film the sequal to the Wall Street movie which inspired several generations of NYC moneyed douchebags Wall Street employees, but also that the apartment's resident "declined to comment, saying the bank he works for would not allow it; because of populist anger over Wall Street bailouts, financial institutions have been asking their high earners to keep as low a profile as possible. He did not even want to be named." The mystery man removed all clues to his identity, except for a monogram "RMW" and some Dartmouth gear.

Really NYT? You're going to let him get away with that. 3 minutes of googling, my friends, 3 minutes. 31 West 21st Street, New York, New York 10010 is the lovely home of Richard Mark Weissman, Dartmouth 85, captain of the basketball team, Democrat, Theta Delta Chi brother, employee of Credit Suisse and then Broadpoint. Take that msm.

A Bad Morning at the New York Times

I would have had to post the link to any article called "A Bad Morning at the New York Times" even if it were silly and boring. This one isn't, so you should read it - even if it pokes big holes in my conception of the Grey Lady as the Greateast Lady, the New York Times as America's Greatest Institution.

March Mailbox Madness

I got the best snail-mail today ever. First of all, Census 2010 whoo hoo! Yes, I was disappointed to get the short form, but I will make up for it by filling it out with the utmost care and accuracy. Nothing can quite live up to the excitement of getting the American Communities Survey form of 2007(ish), but I am excited nonetheless. The other exciting thing I got is the Zabar's catalog. OMG. I've never seen the catalog before. This is like what they would use to torture a Jewish Guantanamo prisoner, for reals. I am especially fond of "Zabar's Ultimate Basket," or as the internets calls it, the "Zabar's Ultimate Zabar's Basket."  It is so ridiculous it moves into the realm of the sublime, all for only $495 plus $15 dollars next day delivery fee. I think it would be important actually do get this delivered on a Friday night so one has the whole weekend to unpack, taste, and invite selected people over for brunch.

In summary, if you want to buy me this basket, leave a message and I'll send you my address, and maybe a plane ticket so you can help me unpack.

Ha Ha ha, hahahaha, HA!