• "From the billboards of Times Square to the graffiti murals of Queens" to, we presume, the oceans white with foam, Monday's the start of Type Week in New York. We're counting the minutes, and we think a dramatic reading of Bloomberg's proclamation announcing the week might be just the way to pass the time. [fawny.blog]
• The Observer's Politicker breaks the news that Howard Dean, before becoming DNC chair, considered running for mayor of our fair city. He probably should have done it: The last angry, screaming crazy man to have the job is now a multimillionaire national hero. [The Politicker]
• Misty oil-painted memories of the way things could have been: Libeskind's vision comes true, if only in a painting in a bar. [Curbed]
• Egotistical, "highly esteemed intellectual and literary critic" lives in Park Slope, seeks assistant, uses Craiglist. (Just how egotistical? "Pays very little, but may prove to be the adventure of your life.") We're shocked. [Only the Blog Knows Brooklyn]