. I have a story today on The Morning News. It's about postcards, and it's silly. Please read.

2. For those of you in the New York area:
I will be reading Wednesday night at KGB bar as part of the nonfiction (I just accidentally wrote "nonfriction" -- but that is a lie!) reading series. It begins at 7pm. Other readers include Reverend Jen, the elf-eared performer/author/personality of the lower east side, and series founder and science-fiction writer Terry Bisson. KGB is on E. 4th St. between 2nd and 3rd Avenues.

3. My friend Lisa invited me to this party for New York Times Digital, where I drank like a Barrymore and bummed five thousand cigarettes from Lisa and her sister Joanna. I was talking to a cute boy in graphics, but then he put on that golf cap. Ouch. Golf caps and suspenders, like he was auditioning for "Oliver!". I took the golf cap off his head and put it on mine, thinking I was being cute and difficult, but instead I got this from the peanut gallery.
"Hey you look like Rusty from Vacation!"
Who?
"You know, Anthony Michael Hall."
I was, fatefully, wearing a striped T-shirt and corduoroy pants.
"Hey Rusty, what's up? How's the old Rusty?"
In this situation, the worst thing you can do is object. So what do I do?
"Stop calling me Rusty!"
"Why, Rusty? That's your name, Rusty."
I couldn't fight it. So I'm officially embracing it.