with questions for the New Yorker senior library staff, who will be answering them here. The first column will appear very soon; look for it, then dare to submit your own. Want your query to be pondered and investigated at the heart of the brain trust? (If I add "the belly of the beast," we'll have a Bodies-worthy anatomical mixed metaphor on our hands.) Here's your chance. I'm obviously screening questions, so make yours a good one. Feel free to be anonymous; just let me know what you prefer.

Also, via Boing Boing, it's Chico Marx on the piano—literally, on the piano.