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92nd St.

Today's LA Weekly is 92 pages, sopping wet. After weeks of hanging out between 104 and 112, it blew right past 100 and 96 and hit 92nd Street.

Of course, with the Arts section fairly decimated, both Tom Christie and Doug Harvey gone now (and Christopher Miles as well), there's some stuff in the middle missing. The Weekly has no arts feature this week, saving Mike Lacey a buck and a half.

Editor Drex Heikes, who dabbles on the soft side himself, really brought out his inner wiseguy when Harvey was shown the door. He not only spiked Harvey's final piece (on the William Eggleston show), he asked another writer (Gustavo Turner, their music guy) to write on the same exhibition. Gustavo did, and here it is. It includes this sentence: "Eggleston's images continue moving into the future: As a technically minded photographer, Eggleston, for all his Faulknerian garb, has always been a futurist." Really, it does.

Harvey is now a freelancer at The Nation, whatever that means. None of these pubs even like to go so far as to dignify people with the title of contributor anymore.

UPDATE: We hear the Weekly went all the way downtown to 88th St. last week.