...till I have my magazine. Inevitable that they should cover the high silliness/seriousness over at the Flux Factory, or rather cover Ben McGrath's Talk of the Town about it:

The New Yorker’s always enterprising Ben McGrath made the harrowing, God-awful trek to Queens last week to visit Flux Factory, an alleged “artist’s collective.” He appears to have survived the ordeal to the “living installation” called “NOVEL” without vomiting once.* (New Yorker writers have a higher tolerance for pretentiousness than us, naturally.) He even observed a little live blogging(!) from writer/resident blogger Laurie Stone:

Laurie Stone didn’t respond to a couple of knocks on her wall. She appeared to be napping.

Very impressive. We’re still at the stage where we just close our eyes and bang the keyboard. -KEW

Fly away on the link jet to see Laurie Stone's blog. I remember copyediting her years ago at The Nation, but I don't remember anymore what punny nickname we gave her. This is what happens to you if you work at a magazine where, shall we say, recreation occurs.

The New Yorker Unlocks Secret to Blogging [Gawker]
Excerpt from the NYT piece about the Flux Factory shenanigans [LICNYC; Times piece is already archived, which I think is insane. Thanks to Eric for tipping me off to the story as it actually happened, though I was set on Slow and didn't jump to it as, obviously, our boy Ben did. I suspect this may mark the difference between people who are paid to respond to news as springily as firemen and those who haven't even set up their Amazon Affiliate program yet, which is said to bring bloggers as much as $25.00 a month!]
Napping on the Job [Laurie Stone]