Since I loved Freakonomics, here’s one that will be added to my reading list immediately: More Sex is Safer Sex: The Unconventional Wisdom of Economics. I swear to you, readers (and wife), I am far more interested in the second part of the title than the first.

Thinking of buying a lot of Forever Stamps to hold onto and use for your submissions later? Not such a hot idea, says Slate.

I made plans today to hang out with a friend and talk poems. Someone I did not expect to talk poetry with. A completely pleasant surprise. You just never know who will admit to reading poems when you’re public about it. (I used to not be.)

I do not feel low today, no thanks to YOU. (Unless you are Elisa Gabbert, who sent a link to a delightful poem. Check yesterday’s comments.)

I’ve just been flipping through William Stafford’s Stories That Could Be True, reading some of the short lyrics. And they’re tight. I also spent a little time nosing back through Landis Everson’s Everything Preserved last night while listening to Mazzy Star. Some of those poems are similarly precisely wound. I should go ahead and finish one of the books I started, I know, but have not yet done so. I’ve been a messy, messy reader of late.