Various people have mentioned in the last few weeks that they think I give good advice, and I've always wanted to be an advice columnist in some kind of public forum. So I'm going to give it a spin. If you'd like my opinion on something, email me your question at advice@lacunae.com. (I will delete your name and sender information from everything I print here; if you don't want me to know who you are, either, send it from a yahoo or hotmail account, and I promise I won't try to figure out your identity.) All serious questions will appear here (or, if there are enough of them, in a separate section of lacunae), along with my answers...

More running around the city the last few days--yesterday started here, moved into Brooklyn (where we met up with Patti and ate Pakistani food and went to the Siren Music Festival at Coney Island), looped up to New Rochelle (where we went with Patti to a party at the biggest house I've ever seen in my life, on a scary gated property in a scarier gated community), and ended up here again. Today was a little more laid-back: we visited the new MoMA Queens, whose main room is the condensed greatest-hits of modernity (I mean, when "Les Demoiselles d'Avignon," "The Persistence of Memory," "Broadway Boogie-Woogie" and Duchamp's bicycle wheel are all visible from the same spot, you know they've left a lot out). They are maybe a little too impressed with themselves for being out in Queens now--in the MoMA floaty pen, the floating thing is a stylized subway car--but I approve of anything that gets some Manhattan traffic out to my neighborhood.