Who wants to go on a midnight run to Barnes & Noble later? Anybody? Uh, anyone at all?

Book titles, if they were written today; including:

Then: Walden
Now:  Camping with Myself: Two Years in American Tuscany

EDIT: And here are a lot more.

Jenny Holzer temporary tattoo set for sale at the Whitney. They might make a nice party favor.

n+1 remembers David Foster Wallace.

Nick Maniatis, master of The Howling Fantods, remembers David Foster Wallace at Infinite Summer.

“When you think about the community, it’s a place where kids can go and have an opportunity to learn more and have more access to what’s going on in life and things of the past as well.”

Every September 11 McSweeney’s runs a transcript of remarks John Hodgman gave at a literary event shortly after September 11. His sentiments towards this difficult matter is very well handled, even inspiring. I enjoy reading it every year.

God, speaking of great criticism, the latest issue of The Quarterly Conversation devotes a good deal of its space (and an editorial response) to a JC Hallman essay on criticism. Enjoy.

there’s this.

“When she stepped off the elevator, my only hope for salvation was that Lorrie Moore had been drunk, or that there was something I didn’t know about her, like perhaps that she was deaf.”

As a follow-up to Michael Schaub’s riotous post about hitting the publishing motherload the other day, I though I’d share this guy’s project, which could possibly make him rich, but will likely just result in a wasted year of life. It also ties to Sam Pink’s last post, because the writer ‘relates’ to Julie Powell. Nice.