Quick-like, today. Once more with the personal essays on popular-culture forget-me-nots. Koestenbaum on Jackie Kennedy’s Zapruder moment. Rakoff on the fact that “Rent” is a piece of junk. Franzen on the heartbreaking perfection of Charlie Brown. Yeah, yeah, yeah we get it. THE PERSONAL ESSAY. (Did you even do the readings? I have my doubts. Some of you are just too quiet.)

All right, then: 750 to 1,000 words, due Monday the 15th. (Don’t forget: Double-spaced, two printouts, e-mail me a copy, and add your SEOs.) Knock yourselves out, but just in case, I wrote up a handout sheet for writers who find themselves in a spot of trouble on Sunday night.