I'll be on WNYC/NPR's Leonard Lopate Show on Wednesday, June 8, from 1:20 to 2PM with writer Tom Bissell and Kevin Smokler, who edited Bookmark Now.

Last week, I write a column about why I hate party reporting, casually referencing an article I wrote for New York about Ed Klein's thin sourcing and exploitation of his relationship (or lack thereof) with Jackie Kennedy.

Today, Choire has a funny column in the Observer about why he also hates party reporting, referencing a party to which I dragged him over a year ago. Also in the Observer: an article about Ed Klein's thin sourcing and exploitation of his relationship (or lack thereof) with Jackie Kennedy.

Jonathan Franzen says he hates Gawker because Gawker was mean to him.

You'll have to excuse me. I'm busy picking up the tiny fragments of my broken heart. All those months of benign pre-Gawker Franzen stalking, those precious minutes of absent-mindedly writing "Mrs. Jonathan Franzen" on errant scraps of paper--for naught!

Damn you, Choire. (I'm sure it was Choire.)

My report from this weekend's Billy Graham crusade:

On June 24, on the first night of what the Billy Graham Evangelical Organization was calling the "Greater New York Crusade," Graham began his first sermon by saying that "after all we'd heard and seen" -- the newspaper accounts, the TV appearances, the enormous building-size banners with large, steely-eyed Graham heads staring off into what one presumes can only be eternity -- "I'm probably an anticlimax." And he was. That's not to say that parts of him were not impressive. Graham is, after all, the "respectable" evangelical. He's not the guy who declared a SpongeBob Squarepants video "pro-homosexual." (That was James Dobson, who, full disclosure, employs one of my cousins.) He's not the guy who said "abortionists" were responsible for 9/11. (That was Jerry Falwell.) And he's certainly not the guy who routinely whacks people on the head with his palm, "slaying them in the spirit" and "curing" them of terminal diseases, broken bones and, it would seem, the capacity for rational thought. (That would be Benny Hinn.)

A spiritual three-ring circus [Salon]