On pp. 10-11 (the Toyota Avalon ad with the mechanical Tilleyish butterflies) of the Anniversary Issue, which only just arrived—the sole downside to Brooklyn. I'm already happy.



I also note with my usual wonder that www.thenewyorker.com is still the property of some guy. Is this a battle on the scale of Dave Eggers v. the various McSweeney families (some of whom proved to be quite flexible), I wonder, or are Remnick and friends secure in the belief that if you're smart enough to like the magazine, you're smart enough to find the website? (That's an idea whose time either will or has already come—websites so exclusive their acolytes have to hunt for them, like outlaw parties.) Still, the publication itself—"A web site for New Yorkers"—is, while full of useful links and sincere shout-outs to the NYC police force ("overall, the finest group of men and women in the entire country"), a gangly fifth cousin to its spiffy counterpart with its loud font clashes and iffy punctuation. As I type I've already convinced myself to root for the underdog, which I always do, so okay: Woof, Ed Kehoe! May your website prosper, and in 75 years let both of us be the subject of blogs! (Or whatever they'll have in the future. Soon enough, all of this will just be accessible on the backs of our eyelids and iPods will be the size of a mouse dropping. I once saw a coin in the British Museum that was just a tiny speck of metal; woe betide those with holes in their pockets!)



A Heartwarming Tale of Staggering Generosity [Salon]

Greek Fractional Silver [DougSmith]