It comes but once a year...

Okay, so maybe that's bitchy, but I actually liked the humor piece in this week's New Yorker. "The Zagat History of My Last Relationship" is nothing earth-shattering, but at least it didn't strike me as 1) a bland rehash of something done better by another writer circa 1930; 2) an under-edited excuse to get a high-visibility byline in the magazine; or 3) the comedic equivalent of that Manhattan-centric Steinberg cover. It was simply a compact, well-written piece with a solid structure and flavorful voice. Kudos, Noah Baumbach--and let's hope they're getting more adventurous over there.