Current inboxes: 136 on one, 389 on the other. Bear with me. This is a significant improvement from yesterday.

New York Times: “What changed, The Times said, was that many more readers started coming to the site from search engines and links on other sites instead of coming directly to NYTimes.com. These indirect readers, unable to get access to articles behind the pay wall and less likely to pay subscription fees than the more loyal direct users, were seen as opportunities for more page views and increased advertising revenue.”

I just sent an Add Friend request to Jonathan Franzen. Whether he will be my friend or not, who can say? But if Franzen is on Facebook, is it safe to say that Facebook has jumped the shark?

(And if Rick Moody can be my Facebook friend, then surely Jonathan Franzen can!)

[UPDATE: This just in. Leonard Cohen is on Facebook. What the fuck?]

• Jonathan Safran Foer ran away from me.
• Richard Nash hid from everybody because he is a Steelers fan. (Who knew?)
• Jonathan Lethem wore a crazy T-shirt. So did I. He was good enough not to run away from me.
• Dennis Loy Johnson resembled a badass from a Sam Peckinpah film. He could not run away, because he was running the Melville House booth.
• George Saunders is a very kind man.
• Gavin Grant is also a very kind man.
• We gave Francine Prose directions. She ran away, but she was polite about it.
• Tao Lin is still a very shy young man.
• Paul Slovak ran away from me, but only because our group was accosted by a rather idiosyncratic self-published individual.
• I learned from Molly at Coffee House Press that not even Minneapolis is immune from the Apple Store.
• I am offering these superficial notes, because I was in no condition to report on the event. There is yet another deadline. But it was a pleasant diversion. And if you ran into me and did not run away, apologies for my momentary discombobulated mind.
• It is officially autumn in New York.