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I'm away for the next few days, and as promised last week, blogger Choire Sicha will be filling in. (Alright, so by "away" I mean "working on a couple of projects," "substitute evil-ing at Page Six" and "going five whole business days without composing a Gawker to-do list for the first time since mid-December 2002." I realize that these may not sound like thrilling vacation plans to most of you, but I didn't say what those "projects" were, now did I?)

Choire is the man responsible for bringing you:
· A Letter from New York City's President
· New York jury duty, up close and personal
· The complicated art of Chelsea,

and, of course,
· The first honest gay personal ad

Oh, yes. You're in for a ride. And you're gonna like it.

Oh, and while I'm thinking about itlast Friday (the 8th), Lindsay Robertson filled in while I was stuck in the [broken] Newark monorail station, missing my original flight to LA. I was working my way through various states of terror at the prospect of being stranded in New Jersey and forgot to ask her to make a note about it. You can thank Lindsay for making sure the snarkies run on time, even when the trains don't.

- Elizabeth Spiers