When one reads the subject line "From Alvin Greene's advisors," one is startled. What's it like to receive an e-mail from the ten thousand things? How does one read a message written by the wind? But we were a bit disappointed: It was merely Donna Warren, Alvin's
<i>&quot;...the white-hot light of public snarkitude...&quot;</i>
Stop, stop, you make me blush.