(from phone) I’m reading Todd Gitlin’s Media Unlimited right now. Thanks to my apartment building’s structural-load limitations I checked this copy out of the library. Now, as I’ve written before, one of life’s mos entertaining little variables is library-book marginalia. Sometimes you get lucky, like that scribbled salon I mentioned last year in the Liane de Peugy. Sometimes you don’t, and its name is Legion. But the Gitlin has the weirdest annotation I’ve seen yet: From cover to cover, some patron with the soul of an elderly copyeditor has inserted… commas. Masses of them. At every possible break. Was some asthmatic preparing to give a public reading? Was the book about media torrent moving too fast? I am fascinated by another unsolvable mystery.