Bill Buford, food author and just all-around wacky personality, once wrote a book in which he ate a whole pig. This is a photo by Chris Buck of Buford carrying a pig. A swine, even.

Vintage flack Sloane Crosley: "Okay, maybe our new edition of Bill Buford's Heat isn't really waterproof after all." [NYM]

• Newsweek stands resolute against Gawker's jeers that "while [its recent Annie Leibovitz] story tells of Leibovitz's life and her long-term friendship with the late Susan Sontag, it skips around the question of Leibovitz's sexual orientation." As long as we're jeering, how come there was no mention of Annie running off with the nanny? [NYP]
• No uncomfortable questions were asked at the Bill Keller/Patricia Dunn dinner. Thank God, that would be so tactless. [NYO]
• For those of you who find Rachael Ray insufferably cloying, which should be all of you, maybe Gourmet's Ruth Reichl will be an improvement. RELATED: We get it, Bill Buford, you like cooking. [WWD]

New Yorker Festival Tickets are on sale RIGHT NOW! Rush your ass over to Ticketmaster or risk being shut out of Sasha Frere-Jones' dance party! Do you really want to be the only one in your circle who doesn't see Bill Buford discuss pig butchery with Mario Batali? (Try not to shake Batali's hand; it may be catching.) And how could you pass up the opportunity to spend hours on a boat with Paul Goldberger and dozens of bald men wearing Danny Libeskind glasses? Once these tickets are gone, they're gone; hurry up and get them now. Oddly enough, this is not an advertisement. Consider it news you can use.