It's too nice out to write something of any extent write now, so I'm just going to link to the bizarre New Yorker profile of Ellen Barkin and her life as billionaire Ronald Perelman's wife. The odd thing about the profile is that while reading, I kept wondering if it was going anywhere. The last line is then so felicitous and self-referential to the article as a whole that I'm slightly skeptical the author of the piece didn't tell her to say it. Either that or Barkin is shockingly self-aware and knew how the piece would read. But it can't just be a coincidince.

The article on the Brooklyn Borough President is good too, and I haven't gotten any further than that in this week's issue.