Hey Joni

I’m not sure if anyone has noticed — and it wouldn’t surprise me if no one has — but there has been a significant redesign around these parts in the past 24 hours. Hopefully you people like it. Hopefully it’s not the equivalent of Joan Rivers getting an ear-lift and Botox injection — that is, both scary and ho-hum. But it probably is.

In advance of my Q+A with Neil Patrick Harris, which will run in next week’s Time Out New York, allow me to direct your attention to The Personal Journal of Doogie Howser, M.D., which is either a pitch-perfect spoof of those proto-blog entries the Doog-meister would compose at the end of each episode or an actual transcription of Howser’s signature hocum. This one’s my favorite: “I know that I’m supposed to be the smart one, but when it comes to the art of friendship, Vinnie’s a genius.”

My paperback doesn’t come up when you search for “Perfect From Now On: How Indie Rock Saved My Life” on Amazon; only the sold-out bargain hardcover and the relatively useless Kindle editions do. Wonderful.