We'll Know the Facts When Sunday Comes Along

There's only so much of the Sunday New York Times I actually read, so it wasn't until Gawker pointed it out that I realized Mike Albo 's Brooklyn apartment was in the Real Estate section, as Penelope Green explains how living in a dump and dealing with his envy of "career-y friends on their way up" led Albo to create (with help from Times TV critic Virginia Heffernan) the voice of The Underminer, "an ego-skewering, passive-aggressive blowhard of indeterminate gender, surfing annoyingly along the breaking waves of pop and consumer culture--from dot-com to New Age, from hip-hop to a yurt in Afghanistan--always on top and armed with a put-down." (Indeterminate gender? Maybe, but as Lisa Zeidner pointed out in her NYTBR review, "when Albo performs this material...he plays the character as a hyper-effeminate homosexual.")

Meanwhile, a couple readers thought I'd get a kick out of Jean Hanff Korelitz's appearance in the Styles section, in which she takes over the usually moribund "Modern Love" column to out her husband, poet Paul Muldoon, as one of the growing ranks of middle-aged guys with guitars. And yesterday afternoon, I finally turned to the City section, where I discovered Jonathan Rosen's delightful essay on the new Audubon exhibit, which made me want to run right out to the Museum of Natural History. CORRECTION: Or even better, the New York Historical Society, where the exhibit actually is. But I probably should go to the Museum of Natural History, too.