Emily Gordon writes:
If there really is a chance of a New Yorker story about the purloined birds at London’s natural history museum, we think Laura Jacobs is just the person to write it.

Jonathan Taylor writes:
Outside, 1980-something: “Why We Camp: Fran Lebowitz Wants to Know.” (So we can procrastinate on our novels.)

Jonathan Taylor writes:
Pedestrians, beware iPhone-bearing out-of-town drivers: Checking in on Google Maps’ driving directions, it seems like one is still instructed to plow through the parts of Broadway recently closed to vehicles.

…today, in a story by Simon Owens about Vanity Fair and New Yorker blogs, including us (the grandmother of New Yorker blogs!) and the latest addition to the Rossosphere, New Yorkerest.

Emily Gordon quotes:
“The whole blogger versus journalist debate that might have existed around 2004 is dead. Over. Stale. Uninteresting. I couldn’t care less — it’s a meaningless debate to have. What’s more interesting to me is what a blog means now.”
–Sewell Chan, from “So What Do You Do, Sewell Chan, New York Times City Room Bureau Chief?” (MediaBistro)

Emily Gordon writes: Thank you, C.S., for sending in this photo of a well-read dog named George.

Jonathan Taylor writes:
Confidential to M.S. and anyone else looking for a “cracking” New Yorker–like bathtub reading experience, only British: check out John Shakespeare’s memoir in the Times Literary Supplement of that time in 1956 he sent Philip Larkin a draft of a profile he was writing on him. Oops! Shakespeare reprints the amazing correspondence: “I want to sound more guarded, more complex, more like a person who could possibly write a good poem.”