As if my week weren’t overwhelmed enough by the New York City nursery-school process, The Times published a front-page piece about the race to kindergarten. I sure hope Mayor Bloomberg read Winnie’s Hu’s story too, because he’s had a major hand in creating the crisis. By greenlighting the construction of so many new residential towers, without providing funds for public-school expansions, he’s screwing all the families who have chosen the city over the suburbs. And if you push out the lower-earners — i.e., creative types — then what’s the point of New York anyway?

Do you know this man? Look carefully and think thrice before you answer. This is — supposedly — Frederic Bourdin. A master chameleon who takes on teenage identities — some stolen, most invented — the Frenchman is the subject of a riveting New Yorker profile chronicling his elaborate international impostor schemes, many of which incorporate stunningly accurate Michael Jackson moves. Bourdin says his new wife and baby have cured his penchant for deception but I’d be very curious to see what he could do with his remarkable resemblance to Quentin Tarantino. The crazy-man director is totally built for such a cinematic mind-fuck.

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