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TNY on Trib’s List, a Cartoon Breakdown, and Those Tricky Invasive Weeds

My first daily newspaper, the Chicago Tribune, calls The New Yorker one of its 50 favorite magazines:

Katherine Boo’s story on the closing of one of the worst high schools in Colorado wasn’t just challenging and moving, it was absolutely riveting – and a reminder that, if other magazines have more bells and whistles, the New Yorker has, pound for pound, more quality writing and reporting than anyone around.

Someone I met at a party recently was saying that Boo deserves a big prize. I agree.
But the most exciting thing in meta-New Yorkerland this week is the grand analysis of all 100 caption-contest cartoons in the magazine thus far, by (it shouldn’t surprise you) the tireless David Marc Fischer at Blog About Town. He’s broken down the cartoons by subject, gender (of “protagonist” and cartoonist), scenario, geographical location, and everything else you can imagine. It’s a truly awesome achievement, and I can’t wait to read part two.
Meanwhile, did you know that cartoonist Mick Stevens has a blog? In his thoughtful posts, he provides a welcome and sober look at the cartoon-making process, which doesn’t always end triumphantly.
Finally, wunderkind big-band leader and jazz pianist Solomon Douglas, who unexpectedly swung through town this week, just turned me on to Language Log, a linguistics blog, and what’s the first thing I noticed? A second look at that recent newsbreak about invasive weeds. You remember:

NO COMMENT DEPARTMENT
From the San Francisco Chronicle.
With California Invasive Weeds Awareness Week just around the corner (July 17-23), there are two words every Californian should know: yellow star thistle.

Funny, right? Language Log’s Arnold Zwicky thought there might be more to this thorny issue, and he did some sound sleuthing into how an unthinking copy edit may have led to the horticultural (and orthographical) gaffe. Read on.

A Rolling Stone Gathers No Mossberg

Perhaps the best reason to start a blog is to use all the nonsensical puns that are ever-present in your head but that your actual job must restrain you daily from using during the sober act of headline-writing. Anyway, remember Engadget founder Peter Rojas, quoted in this week’s story on Walter Mossberg by Ken Auletta? There’s a fetching photo of the two of them on Rojas’s blog. Technology reporter and Engadget contributing editor Cyrus Farivar is more critical of Mossberg, but acknowledges, “I get the impression that there’s a bit of jealousy amongst almost every journalist that I know…. The fact of the matter is that I respect what he does, but I don’t want his job.” Former Palm C.E.O. Donna Dubinsky, also quoted in Auletta’s piece, comments several times on the post, Farivar replies, and hey presto, a spirited dialogue.

Good Newsbreak Candidate in Story of Stripper-Pursuing Chess Master

Goodness, what would Beth Harmon make of this? (My sister Kate knows: “She’d be right there with him, with a Scotch in her hand.”)
Here’s what made me think of newsbreaks (you know, the wryly quoted little news items tucked at the end of a column of text):
He formed a relationship with a single Brazilian mother, Adriane Oliveira, 29, dubbed the “Bella Brasileira” by the Peruvian media, with whom he soon fell in love.

Simon Rich Homage: What Do Hipster Parents Sound Like to Kids?

David Brooks, take note. From Mommy Poppins:

What do Hipster Parents Sound Like to Kids?
Simon Rich has written a hysterical version of what grown up conversation sounds like to kids in this week’s New Yorker Shouts and Murmurs. It made me think about how much I enjoy The New Yorker now and how much I hated it as a kid.
In tribute to Simon Rich’s piece, here’s how I imagined my parents when reading The New Yorker as a kid:
DAD: This magazine is so great. It has so many words in it.
MOM: Look at the cover. It makes no sense. That’s so clever.
DAD: (laughing) And, this cartoon isn’t funny. That’s the kind of cartoon I like, black and white cartoons that aren’t funny.
MOM: I have an idea. Let’s pick a movie based on these reviews to take the kids to. They’ll love that.
OK. That got my juices flowing, so let’s keep going with this.
What does conversation at the hipster parents’ couch sound like to the kids?
MOM: Did you see the cute thing the kid did today?
DAD: Yeah, we need to make sure he doesn’t do anything cute. That’s not cool.
FRIEND: Hey, I think they’re watching kid TV over there.
MOM: Shit! I thought I’d set it to only play MTV2.
DAD: Shut up…This is the best part of the song.
MOM: So are you taking the kid to the loud smelly grown-up concert tomorrow? He was kind of crying about it.
DAD: He’s going to love it. Dammit.
MOM: They saw some fun toys at their friend’s today that we can deprive them of…
DAD: Cool.
MOM: Cool.
DAD: Cool.
MOM: Cool.
DAD: Cool.
DAD: Cool.
MOM: The girl asked for a pink thing, but I bought her an ironic T-Shirt instead.
DAD: Yeah, it’s important that she learn to think for herself. Not just fall into what she wants because everyone else is doing it.
MOM: Those kids are lucky to have parents who are so cool and youthful like us, even though we’re in our 50s.
DAD: I like smoking this funny cigarette. It makes me stupid.
MOM: I took away all their candy so we can eat it after they go to bed.
Anyone else feel the vibe? Send in your version of grown-up stuff as heard by kids.

February 17! 1925!

That’s the founding date of The New Yorker, as I’m sure you know. I wonder what that not very friendly guy who won the eBay auction for the debut issue is doing tonight? What merriment is that not very friendly guy who won the eBay auction for the debut issue pursuing tonight? Anyway, at least according to Wikipedia, these are other notable February 17 events, selected for fascinating aptness perhaps striking only to me:
* 1621 – Miles Standish is appointed as first commander of Plymouth colony.
* 1895 – Swan Lake, with music by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, is first performed at full length in Saint Petersburg, Russia.
* 1913 – The Armory Show opens in New York City, displaying works of artists who are to become some of the most influential painters of the early 20th century.
* 1933 – The magazine Newsweek is published for the first time.
* 1933 – The Blaine Act ends Prohibition in the United States.
* 1947 – The Voice of America begins to transmit radio broadcasts into the Soviet Union.
* 1958 – Pope Pius XII declares Saint Clare of Assisi (1193~1253) the patron saint of television
* 1972 – Sales of the Volkswagen Beetle model exceed those of Ford Model-T.
* 1974 – Robert K. Preston, a disgruntled U.S. Army private, buzzes the White House with a stolen helicopter.
* 1996 – In Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, world champion Garry Kasparov beats the Deep Blue supercomputer in a chess match.
* 2000 – Microsoft released Windows 2000.
Those sly devils Newsweek and Microsoft! Always trying to get in on other people’s debut dates. Meanwhile, in another corner of the world on February 17, 1925, this is what Ruth Campbell Smith was up to:

I felt better and stronger today. Scrubbed the linoleum and cleaned up the house and spritzed my clothes but didn’t get to iron till after dinner. Mama came over and sewed on buttons and patches. We sent Dale and Dick to the dentist. Dick had a new tooth behind a baby tooth and couldn’t seem to get the baby tooth out so it didn’t take the dentist long. He filled one for Dale and gave them tooth paste.

Presumably, the dentist’s office didn’t have a copy of The New Yorker in its waiting room, since the magazine was only a few hours old, or possibly Harold Ross and Jane Grant were still in labor. But who was Ruth Campbell Smith? She lived in Indianapolis; she was the mother of six; her granddaughter, Carol, has been posting RCS’s 1925-27 entries on her blog. Isn’t that great? I love old diaries; one of my favorite books is The Faber Book of Diaries, which I read often, since you can just pick a date and read the entries of, say, Samuel Pepys, Evelyn Waugh, Virginia Woolf, and some ’70s British celebrity you’ve never heard of. Great stuff! (Only one copy left at Powell’s, where the link points, so here are some more at Alibris. You really want this book, I assure you.)
I’m sorry to report that while Michael Jordan was born on February 17, 1963, and Chaim Potok, Ruth Rendell, and Randy Shilts were also born on 2/17 (1929, 1930, and 1951, respectively), it’s also the birthday of Paris Hilton, who was dropped from a passing ship of chortling aliens in 1981. On the other hand, according to whoever thinks these things up, it’s also Random Acts of Kindness Day, about which our friend Clive has something to say, in the form of a review of a new game called Cruel 2 B Kind, in which, as the game designers write, “Some players will be slain by a serenade. Others will be killed by a compliment. You and your partner might be taken down by an innocent group cheer.” This is a game (sort of) in the real world, by the way. Might you be competing already without even knowing it?

Banned on Airplanes: Terrorists, Liquids, Peanuts, Any Kind of Food at All, Affectionate Non-Heterosexual Behavior

I’m happy to see that a number of publications, like the Advocate and Edge Boston—not to mention the quick brown foxes over at Gothamist—are picking up Lauren Collins’s worrisome tale of an American Airlines flight attendant who harrassed and threatened a snuggling, paying, non-terrorist, regulation-ounces-of-liquids-carrying couple, gay men coming back from their first vacation together. The next time I fly American, and the next time you fly American, let’s do this. If one of the people you’re traveling with is the same sex as you, cuddle up. Hold hands. Smooch, whisper endearments, lean as you sleep. Let’s freak out the entire airline until they admit their mistake and promise never to do it again. We are Claudius and Claudius!
The argument that this particular “Texas-haired” flight attendant (I’m surprised TNY‘s copy dept. has stuck to stewardess, incidentally; who uses that word anymore? I don’t think it’s being crazy P.C. given that it hasn’t been all women in a while) was an anomoly is a poor excuse. On no less a source than AirlineCareer.com, where you can take a short quiz to determine your fitness for a career in the skies, it’s stressed: “From greeting, serving, and assisting passengers to making announcements, you’ll always be representing the company in a customer service role. Because it’s very important to project a positive image, airlines are very careful about selecting candidates who have experience working with the public.” Not to mention all the gay flight attendants; what do your employees think of this, American? (More trivially, this reminds me of an entertaining conversation I had recently on an airport-to-town bus about Snakes on a Plane—the vast majority of assorted workers from the flight were planning to see it, and took quite a bit of pride in being associated with the industry under consideration.)
Actually, those who know me have heard an idea I’ve cooked up in recent months. No one likes Valentine’s Day, correct? Single people hate it for the obvious reasons, people in couples think it’s a bother—if you’re really in love you can give stuff to your sweetie whenever, and the sticky consumerist mud-puddle of it is just unseemly. Let’s make Valentine’s Day a sane, spirited boycott for civil rights instead: Until gay people can sleep on each other’s shoulders on airplanes and marry and adopt children without any interference, straight people won’t buy your stupid cards, go out to your stupid Valentine’s-themed restaurants; we’ll avoid any jewelry stores, eschew chocolate caramels, and so on. It’s like Buy Nothing Day and A Day Without Art combined, plus a cozy bed-in for everyone. Don’t sit at the lunch counter of the people who won’t serve ten percent of the population. Who’s with me?
Later: a kiss-off, if you will.
Later: Here’s Consumerist’s take.
Later still: I just happened on this absurd justification from an American Airlines spokesperson: “Our passengers need to recognise that they are in an environment with all ages, backgrounds, creeds, and races.” So…should the crew of the plane also recognize that, or are they off the hook?

Harvard Mathematician at Sixes and Sevens

This piece [see comments; actually a press release] from Yahoo News has a lede that in some journalistic circles would be considered most irresponsible in its syntax:

BOSTON, Sept. 18 /PRNewswire/ — Pulitzer-prize winner Sylvia Nasar (“A Beautiful Mind”) defamed world renowned Harvard mathematics professor Dr. Shing-Tung Yau, in an article about a noteworthy mathematical proof in The New Yorker magazine entitled “Manifold Destiny” (August 28, 2006), according to a letter written by Dr. Yau’s attorney, Howard M. Cooper of Todd & Weld LLP of Boston. In the letter, Dr. Yau has demanded that The New Yorker and Nasar make a prominent correction of the errors in the article, and apologize for an insulting illustration that accompanied it.

Let’s not put the declarative cart before the reportorial horse, shall we? And, given recent events, may we decide for ourselves if an illustration is insulting? In any case, the piece concludes,

The allegations made in the letter will be discussed in detail in a webcast open to all interested parties scheduled for Noon EDT, Wednesday, September 20, 2006. Log in information will be posted on www.doctoryau.com. The letter sent to The New Yorker is available at his website.

Update: Via Romanesko, an actual journalistic account of the matter (or antimatter) in the Boston Herald, with Remnick’s comment:

David Remnick, editor of The New Yorker, said yesterday he had only recently received Cooper’s letter, but the magazine “painstakingly checked the facts” in the Aug. 28 article “as we do with all pieces in The New Yorker.”
“I would have assumed that Professor Yau and his attorney would have waited for a full response to their letter before forwarding it to the press,” Remnick said.

Further update: The Boston Herald‘s Jesse Noyes follows up with a story headed “New Yorker: Math Prof’s Charges Don’t Add Up.” An excerpt:

Cooper’s letter said that the article’s authors, Pulitzer Prize-winner Sylvia Nasar and David Gruber, knowingly defamed Yau and never gave him a chance to respond to charges in the story.
But The New Yorker said the article was the result of four months of reporting and hours of meticulous fact-checking. The authors spent over 20 hours interviewing Yau, conducted approximately 100 other interviews with people in Yau’s field and even traveled to China to research the story.

Related on Emdashes:
Math Is Hard

Friday Scraps

(Note: A few details in this post have been updated after the fact. I do this from time to time when something needs correcting. Sometimes I also change headlines so they’re funnier. That’s what we like about the web!)
Jhumpa Lahiri‘s Interpreter of Maladies is Chicago’s newest One Book.
No More Marriages! and equally film-savvy commenters answer the excellent question, “What would Pauline Kael say about Snakes on a Plane?”
Khademul Islam on the glories of Granta.
Edmund White, Nicole Krauss, Jonathan Safran Foer, Philip Gourevitch, Lillian Ross, and many more had tropical debates at the Parati festival. Brazilians really know how to enjoy themselves, don’t they?
Jon Pareles on Indian singer Asha Puthli: “One performance impressed Ved Mehta, a writer for The New Yorker, whose article about a young singer who was determined to go abroad for real jazz — ‘a beautiful, mercurial girl,’ he wrote — appeared in the magazine and in Mr. Mehta’s 1970 book, ‘Portrait of India.’ ”
Remember the Jeffrey Toobin piece about the Tucson convenience-store shooting, the conviction (with death sentence) of Martin Soto-Fong, and the disbarment of prosecutor Kenneth Peasley for presenting false evidence? It appeared in the January 17 issue, and Toobin wrote this update as a Talk in March. Well, reported A.J. Flick in the Tucson Citizen on August 25:

A Tucson woman was convicted of second-degree murder and attempted second-degree murder in the 2004 shootings of two men at a midtown market.

Carole Anne Grijalva, 36, was indicted on first-degree murder and attempted second-degree murder, but jurors convicted her today of the lesser charges, said Pima County Superior Court spokesman David S. Ricker.

The jury also acquitted her on aggravated assault and armed robbery charges.

Police say Grijalva and Larry Kilgo, 51, drove to a convenience store in the 5300 block of East Pima Street around 5 p.m. on Jan. 7, 2004, to meet a man who arranged to buy prescription drugs from Kilgo. Kilgo went into the store and Grijalva confronted the two victims in their car with a sawed-off .22 caliber rifle, court records show.

The wounded man, who is not being identified by the Citizen because he is a victim, told police Grijalva demanded money and when he said he didn’t have any, took his jewelry and shot him.

Michael Newton, 41, was shot and killed.

Grijalva’s attorney, Thomas Hippert, said John Robert Salazar shot the men.

Salazar was Grijalva’s boyfriend at the time.

Salazar was arrested along with Grijalva and Kilgo, but charges were dropped.

Pima County Superior Court Judge Richard S. Fields in June sentenced Kilgo to 14 years in prison after he pleaded guilty to aggravated robbery.

Grijalva is scheduled to be sentenced on Oct. 2.

While Grijalva was awaiting trial, she told her first court-appointed attorney, Rick Lougee, that she knew the true identities of the killers in a 1992 triple slaying.

Martin Soto-Fong was convicted and sentenced to death for the shooting deaths of Fred Gee, 45; Huang Ze Wan, 77; and Raymond Arriola, 32, at the now-defunct El Grande market, 805 W. 36th St.

Because Lougee represented Soto-Fong, Hippert replaced him as Grijalva’s attorney.

Pima County prosecutor Ken Peasley was disbarred in 2004 for intentionally presenting false evidence during two El Grande trials.

The Arizona Supreme Court overturned the conviction of Andre Minnitt, 22 at the time of the slayings, and dismissed the charges against him because of Peasley’s actions.

Christopher McCrimmon, who was 20 at the time of the slayings, was acquitted at a second trial in the case.

Soto-Fong’s death sentence was overturned after the U.S. Supreme Court said juveniles cannot be executed. He was 17 at the time of the slayings.

In February, Soto-Fong was given three consecutive life sentences for the triple slaying.

“I had no part in the deaths of those people,” Soto-Fong said at his sentencing.

According to a story about Peasley’s disbarment in the Jan. 17 New Yorker magazine, Grijalva told an investigator that a friend of hers blamed “the El Grande guy” for stealing cocaine and took the friend and two other men to the market on June 24, 1992.

“(I) heard a bunch of yelling,” she said. “And I heard shots.”

Lougee has said that he will not reveal the names of the men Grijalva implicated until the Pima County Attorney’s Office recuses itself from the case.

“The information that I have from Miss Grijalva directly implicates prosecutors in the Pima County Attorney’s Office,” Lougee said last year.

“I will give them absolutely nothing until an honest prosecutorial agency takes over the investigation. Then I will hand over all the materials.”

The County Attorney’s Office has refused to turn the case over to another agency.

Despite some pending appeals in federal court, Martin Soto Fong remains in prison for life.

Finally, an entire short review. Newspaper writers never know which, if any, of their pieces are going to stick around, so sometimes I like to quote them at length when they’re worth reading. Hector Saldaña writes in the San Antonio Express-News:

Review: One-man show explores life after 9-11

AUSTIN — Lawrence Wright‘s “The Looming Tower: Al-Qaeda and the Road to 9/11,” which resides at No. 5 on the New York Times nonfiction best-sellers list, is no ordinary book.

And Wright’s dramatic, thought-provoking, work-in-progress presentation at the Lyndon Baines Johnson Library and Museum on Tuesday evening was no ordinary book reading. In fact, it wasn’t one at all.

Wright will debut his first one-man show, “My Trip to Al-Qaeda,” on Oct. 7 at the New Yorker Festival in New York. Nearly 1,000 people attended the invitation-only run-through at LBJ Auditorium.

Filmmaker Elizabeth Avellan, who is married to “Spy Kids” director Robert Rodriguez, was in the audience and was thrilled by her good friend’s very public rehearsal.

“I felt it was so typical of Larry, so creative,” Avellan said. “It’s so smartly told and without politics.”

But she did pick up on one of Wright’s messages. “We cannot live in fear and we have to stand up for our country,” Avellan said.

Equally impressed was Wright’s wife, Roberta. She beamed proudly as her husband, an author, screenwriter and staff writer for New Yorker magazine, received a standing ovation.

“It was very powerful to me,” Roberta Wright said. “He’s captured something we need to say.”

She was referring to her husband’s closing thoughts that Americans need to stand up for the values and principles that this country has stood for and not allow fear to dictate political action that erodes civil liberties and freedoms.

Al-Qaida, an organization that Lawrence Wright believes loves death and runs on despair, cannot destroy America. “Only we can do that to ourselves,” he said.

Before the presentation, as he signed copies of his book for the invited guests, Wright admitted that he was “a little anxious.” His wife explained that her husband had been working for weeks on the one-man show, quite “different from his usual lectures.”

Indeed, Wright mixes startling slide show images, audio from interviews and an effective narrative that tells of his journey to understand what happened after the attacks of 9-11, “sobered by the scale of the disaster.”

His only prop was a wooden desk and a rolling chair.

One of the most powerful moments of the evening came when Wright expressed the guilt that comes with infiltrating and befriending terrorists in his research.

“Yes, I have moral qualms,” Wright said. “Who am I when I’m talking to al-Qaida?”

Here’s an interview with Wright, with excellent photos, from the Austin American-Statesman. Its headline: “Chasing beliefs: Five years of distant trips, 600 interviews and an uber research system behind Lawrence Wright’s new book about al Qaeda.”

The Gallery of Joseph Mitchell’s Daughter

Here’s an intriguing and touching story about Joseph and Therese Mitchell’s daughter, in the Asbury Park Press (links and boldface mine; normally I wouldn’t reproduce a whole piece, but this one is worth it). Bobbi Seidel writes:

A few years ago, Nora Mitchell Sanborn was looking for a new place to live. She was also wondering about a way to showcase photographs taken by her late mother.

Sanborn found both in the waterfront borough of Keyport.

In 2004, she opened Mitchell Sanborn Gallery on West Front Street. Last August, she moved into what she calls a “wonderful old house from 1837.”

Today, the two-room gallery with its white walls and glass storefront is home to an exhibit about every six weeks, says Sanborn, who is set to retire in February from a 30-year career as a probation officer in Middlesex County. Art classes and poetry readings take place at the gallery, too.

“It’s a great town, a very interesting town. People from Keyport and from all over the county come into the gallery to hang out and talk. I’ve met some really wonderful people,” she says.

At the time of house hunt, she didn’t know this would happen.

“I was living in Eatontown and was looking for someplace to live,” Sanborn says. “I wanted someplace by the water, with a downtown where I could walk to. And I was looking for something to do with my mother’s pictures. I thought, “Well, why don’t I just open a gallery?’ “

Her mother, Therese Mitchell, was a professional photographer who had shot pictures of New York City in the 1930s and ’40s. She died in 1980. Sanborn’s father, Joseph Mitchell, was a writer for New Yorker magazine and the author of several books. He died in 1995.

“By the time I came along, she was mainly taking pictures of the writers and artists of the New Yorker,” says Sanborn, 66.

After her father’s death, Sanborn and her sister, Elizabeth Mitchell of Atlanta, found boxes of negatives of her mother’s photos.

“My father was absolutely bereft when my mother died. He couldn’t look at the pictures. They made him too sad. My sister and I found them in the apartment in New York where we grew up.

“The first show I had was my mother’s pictures and paintings from my landlord of years ago in New York. He was 92 when he painted them,” she says. “After I opened, I thought, “What would I do for artists?’ But I’ve never had to look for artists. They just keep coming.”

The second show was an exhibit of the work of 28 artists from Keyport. Last year, she displayed the work of 37 Keyport artists. An exhibit of her mother’s photos of New York City, matched with excerpts of her father’s writing, ends Saturday.

Exhibits today vary greatly — anything that strikes her, she says.

“Old Friends,” a joint show, runs Sept. 9 to 23 with Jane L. Wechsler’s photos of European circuses and of New York Harbor, as well as portraits and nudes by Ira Robbins, a graphic designer and teacher. Gallery hours for this show are 5-7 p.m. Thursdays and Fridays and noon to 4 p.m. Saturdays and Sundays.

Sanborn, whose husband, John, died in 1998, has two children, Jack, 40, and Elizabeth, 36, and two grandchildren.

Related:
Photo of Nora Mitchell Sanborn in her gallery, New Jersey Independent
Article, “My Mother’s Photographs,” not online, in the Spring 2002 issue of The Recorder
New York Sun piece about a crowd of Mitchell family and friends gathering at the Shaffer City Oyster Bar for the publication of Old Mr. Flood; good stories here.

The Perfume Critic, The Map Thief, and the ‘Publy Party

The magnificently named Chandler Burr has just been appointed the Times’ first perfume critic, which will make lots of entertaining work for the fine-nosed folks at Now Smell This, et al. (Perfume Critic promises an interview with him in the near future.) You’ll remember Burr as the author of the Hermes scent creation story in The New Yorker last year.

Meanwhile, remember the crazy map dealer who was stealing pages from books in the Beinecke Library and wherever else he could get away with it? There’s even more to the story, which William Finnegan first covered in the magazine last October 17. From the August 4 edition of American Libraries Online:

Massachusetts map dealer E. Forbes Smiley III, who admitted in June to stealing more than 100 antique maps from six major libraries in the United States and England, is suspected in additional map thefts from the same libraries.

Officials at Harvard University’s Houghton Library have released a list of five maps they think Smiley took, beyond the eight he has confessed to stealing, and the British Library suspects Smiley of three additional thefts, the Associated Press reported July 30. “I think all of the affected institutions believe he took other maps,” Boston Public Library President Bernard Margolis said in the August 1 Boston Globe.

The recovery is complicated by the fact that some of the missing maps are copies of ones that Smiley has admitted stealing. Map specialists from the affected libraries plan to meet August 7 to determine exactly which maps have been recovered and which are still missing.

Tom Carson, spokesman for the U.S. Attorney’s Office for the District of Connecticut, told reporters the office has no reason to believe that Smiley hid any thefts, although he noted that “If [the libraries] are uncovering more information, we’ll be more than happy to take a look.” Smiley’s lawyer, Richard Reeve, said his client had provided complete information to the FBI. “Either the maps have legs themselves or there are other people taking maps,” he said.

Finally, here’s an op-ed from the Houston Chronicle on that ridiculous habit Republicans have picked up of calling the Democratic Party the Democrat Party, which Hendrik Hertzberg wrote a Talk about earlier this month. As the editorial says, “The practice isn’t due to ignorance or indifference to correct usage. It’s simply bad manners.” It doesn’t even scan. No wonder their speeches are so wooden.