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Poo

  1. cleaning up
    Gowanus Canal Residents to EPA: How About That Raw Sewage While You’re at It?Please?
  2. poo
    Defecation Row: Bob Dylan’s Porta John Inspires Neighbor Outrage, Crappy HeadlinesIsn’t our news media better than “Bob Dylan’s toilet stench is blowing in the Malibu wind”?
  3. neighborhood watch
    Accidents Happen … Even Within View of the Shake ShackHapless poopers in Madison Square Park? Porn kings threatening comedy kings in Times Square? Radicals burning good money in the East Village? The links in today’s boroughs report must be clicked to be believed!
  4. in other news
    Is Giving a Laxative-Laced Cake to a Teacher Funny or Not?Some Brooklyn high-school kids were arrested after serving a cake packed with poop juice to their teachers. It’s awful—but still kind of funny. Right?
  5. company town
    AIG’s Mess Continues, Right in the Middle of Spring CleaningPlus, lawsuits over poop, Andrew Cuomo busting lawyers, and ‘USA Today’ so wrong, wrong, wrong.
  6. company town
    Ellen Dethrones Oprah, Finally Has a Real Reason to DanceMEDIA • Ellen beat Oprah as the nation’s favorite TV personality, dethroning the Queen of Talk who held the top spot for five years. [HR] • Will Schwalbe quit Hyperion after seven years as editor-in-chief. His decision seems to have come as something of a shock, and the publisher has no immediate successor planned. Schwalbe, co-author of Send, the recent guide to e-mail etiquette, won’t divulge his own plans. [NYO] • Christopher Hitchens quits smoking! Really, we’re excited and interested! [Radar]
  7. party lines
    P.J. O’Rourke Is Down to His Nose in FilthDon’t feel bad if you’ve ever called P.J. O’Rourke a shithead. It’s not so far from the truth. On November 8, O’Rourke showed up at the bash for the Atlantic Monthly’s 150th anniversary with a giant scab on the bridge of his nose. “I’ve been waiting all night for someone to ask me what happened!” he told us. So? While cantering around a friend’s polo field in Virginia, says O’Rourke, “my horse, Pronto, and I had a kind of parting of ways … He simply came to a stop and I did not.” O’Rourke went flying. “It was a one-point landing, face first,” he says. To add insult to injury, O’Rourke’s friend had just fertilized the field. “Most of this scab is from me scrubbing the stuff off,” O’Rourke explained. “I essentially fell face-first into shit. It was a classic situation: ‘With this much shit, there must be a pony around somewhere.’ And there was!” —Jada Yuan Earlier: The ‘Atlantic’ 150th-Anniversary Party: A Play in One Act