It would seem that the universe is conspiring to present me with every possible temptation to procrastinate this spring. First Anne Lamott, then Over the Rhine, and now Sarah Vowell has crept up on me with a new release. This one promises to be unlike any other book ever written, which is saying a lot. But who else approaches historical tourism with such dark and scathing wit? I can't wait to get my hands on this, though I really should.