A woman next to me on the train was paging through her planner. On a day in late March, she'd written "One Year Today!". Toward the end of June, "Beach . . . Engaged!"

I'm reading Christopher Hitchens' God is not Great, one section of which deals with various ideas of heaven. We've heard about the 911 terrorists' anticipation of paradise and its allotment of virgins. (One scholar of the Koran has offered the intriguing idea that "virgin" is a mistranslation of "plump white raisins". Could that have changed history?) I hadn't thought about it before, but what does this say about radical Islam's offering of heaven for virgins? And rather than laying hands on the sick, couldn't Jesus have cured more disease by telling people to rinse their hands in alcohol before preparing food? Hitchens' point is that no prophets or divinities in holy texts demonstrate knowledge beyond what everyone around them had at the time, other than their supposed insights into the mind of God.

Andy and I sent out 62 emails yesterday pitching our screenplay to agents. If you're at a party or something and someone you know tells you about this screenplay called "The Menage" they've heard of, tell them it sounds like a great movie that you'd pay to see in the theater and buy a DVD of.