What a weekend, full of bombs; first Jay Leno, then a Nissan Pathfinder? NO BUT SERIOUSLY FOLKS. And I mean, what an oil slick, hey? Home-rigged accelerants and explosives dousing the ducklings of Times Square, while the mayor watches telepathically. AM I RIGHT? Unlike every other Broadway bomb, this one everyone wants credit for! Hi-o! And what thanks do ya get when you help out the kind people of Gotham City by keeping our tourists away from a bomb? You gotta eat a very fishy salt-free, low-cal meal with Mayor McAntiCheese's terror deputy Patty Harris! Oh, we kid, she's great [...]

Because it is more or less all I have left to me at this point-and God knows if it goes I've got no way of getting a new one-I am particularly protective of my laptop. So as I walked over to the Awl offices this morning amidst the thin, still-unshoveled layer of last night's snowfall I took each step a little more gingerly than usual. And as I trudged my way across the avenues it suddenly occurred to me that anyone who noted my progress would observe a man whose deliberate but hesitant carriage bore all the hallmarks of the caution and fright. Which is to say, this is [...]