You know how, in your twenties, you house-sat at every opportunity both to escape your own tiny apartment and to get to live in someone else's world for a little while? I'm doing something like that this week at Beatrice, where I'm covering the New Yorker Festival from now till whenever I start bumping into things in a grinning, satiated stupor, like Woody Allen in Sleeper post-Orgasmatron. Do come over, won't you?

Also, as you can see, the deli.cio.us categories are back! It'll take a while to fill in the missing ones from the monthlong Dataless Dark Ages, but they'll be filled in, never fear.