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October 5, 2010
I'm pretending to smile at something in The New Yorker, but I'm only doing so because you're also reading The New Yorker (same issue! we're both so current!) and you, like I, are plugged into an i-Something. I don't tap my fingers to the beat of my private drummer because I want you to think I'm listening to a particularly droll podcast, like I imagine you are. Is Brooklyn home, cute skinny-jeaned Asian boy, or are you just visiting, like I am? Oh, and look, you too have a nose! (P.S. Stop thinking I'm old enough to be your mom.)