The other night at the Gopnik/Marx event, my friend Paddy Johnson at the upstanding Art Fag City told me that she’s now enjoying the help of an unpaid but much appreciated assistant, and if Art Fag City’s got one, by gum, so can we. (“We” because in its third year, Emdashes is no longer a one-man show, and hooray for that.) Sadly, the prospective candidate I had my eye on, Emily Gordon of the Cornell Daily Sun, is going to med school after she graduates (such a loss for journalism, and New Yorker blogging), but that doesn’t mean the other hordes of Emily Gordons, all of whom seem to be ace volleyball, soccer, or lacrosse players, aren’t more than welcome to apply. If your name isn’t Emily Gordon, Emdashes Inc.’s affirmative-action clause also encourages you to send your resume with a brief letter (demonstrating stellar spelling and punctuation skills) explaining your interest in the site, your degree of love for The New Yorker on a scale from one to a billion, your openness to HTML, how much time you have available, and your willingness to attend glittering events in my stead (All About Eve-style), when necessary.