Neil deGrasse Tyson just continues to fix the world, one piece of astronomical minutiae at a time. Theatergoers sitting through screenings of Titanic 3-D will no longer see an incorrect star field thanks to a "snarky" email sent by Dr. Tyson to director James Cameron.
If you received a text from an unknown number saying, "sup you comnig to this thing?", would you respond? Michael Cera imagines the ensuing conversation in his epistolary humor piece, "My Man Jeremy," for The New Yorker. Depending on how you feel about the actor, the piece is either endearingly awkward or annoying, but it's very Cera — complete with anxiety and references to how he always gets mixed up with fellow "Shouts & Murmurs" contributor Jesse Eisenberg.
New York-area readers are invited to come tonight to Housing Works bookstore in SoHo, where I'll be appearing at 7 p.m. alongside the Norwegian wunderkind Johan Harstad. We'll be reading from and discussing A Field Guide to the North American Family and Buzz Aldrin, What Happened to You in All the Confusion? Music courtesy of Brooklyn's The Sweaters (not to be confused with The Cardigans.)