It was a very busy weekend in Gutterland. The carrier pigeons have fairly exhausted their downy wings carrying your tips ("fuck off") and good wishes ("fuck you") our way. The product of this influx will unspool here throughout the day—we have big things, big things, in store for you—but let us begin where we always do: with love. As many of you will recall, last week we were on the receiving end of some very tender ministrations meted out with touching generosity by the scribes at Architectural Record. Mmmm. But that's not the kind of love we're talking about. At the bottom of our posted corrections, we suffered a paroxysm of icky candor and shared with you our identity. We did so, as we said, because we were called out—"Personally, I have thought—and continue to think—that you're Jeffrey Kipnis"—by none other than Fred Bernstein. Fred's latest:

really? what do i win? (how about dinner sometime?)

Awkward.

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