Astonishingly, MTV’s The Real World is about to slither into its 20th season. In the new May issue of Details I argue, in typically hyperbolic fashion, that it’s, like, the most important show on the planet. Feel free to heckle and hurl tomatoes from the balconies.

Very psyched about the piece that Molly Stephey did for Time.

I know. I’m the slackiest blogger in the world. But lately it’s been really beautiful where I live, and I just want to go for walks. I promise I’ll get back to work soon.

The Associated Press weighs in. I wish I could give you a big hug, Associated Press.

Yesterday I flew into the Burbank airport…

…and went straight to Pie ‘n’ Burger in Pasadena.

Reading this evening at Vroman’s. If you’re in the neighborhood, please drop by.

So far we’ve been getting a freakishly good turnout at various X Saves the World events. At the Barnes & Noble in Tribeca on Monday evening there were people sitting on the floor, and one older gentleman who’d snagged a seat in the front row seemed very determined to ask me questions about religion, a topic that I almost always try my best to dodge. Only later did it dawn on me that the title of my book might have contributed to the confusion. Just to clear that up: No, X Saves the World is not a book about Jesus.