elcome to Sarah Hepola 4.0. It’s exactly like Sarah Hepola 3.0, but with a different homepage picture and more creative angst. I was tired of the old photo, and besides, I figured it was time to cash in on the baby blog craze. Maybe someone will mistake me for an extremely precocious toddler and book me on Jimmy Kimmel. More likely, everyone will think those are my kids. Those are not my kids. That’s me and my dear, beloved old brother, in a role he would get to know well. Speaking of big brother, why don’t I write about him more often? Simple, really. I don’t want to embarrass him. My parents? They embarrassed me for decades; payback’s a bitch. But my older brother—my very smart, talented, and living-in-Italy older brother—is not someone I want to embarrass, and you never know what’s going to embarrass people. So we’ll leave it at this: You should meet him. He’s a sweetheart.

Oh, another person I should mention. (And you should meet! And also a sweetheart!) My friend Rose. She helped me change the homepage picture. By “helped me,” I mean she did it. And so we’re going to paint her apartment this weekend. Although it’s nasty and sleeting outside and just walking to the bagel store this morning made me soggy and grumpy. What else? Oh, yes. Every week I write a digest about online videos for The Morning News. This week it is about clowns.