If it’s going to be this cold for a sustained period, I wish it would snow.

In case you missed us, Fishbowl (Hi Betsy!), Michael Calderone, or Politico yesterday, WaPo now has two big holes to fill in the Style section with the departures of fashion critic Robin Givhan and art critic Blake Gopnik, who, as Jonathan L. Fisher noted yesterday, has been killing it in his final month as a Postie with his coverage of the continuing imbroglio at the National Portrait Gallery. Gopnik is headed to New York, while Givhan appears to be joining Tina Brown at The Daily Beast and Newsweek.

Speaking of Fischer, TBD Arts Editor Andrew Beaujon got his hands on a report out of Boston’s Berklee College of Music suggesting that music journalists can make up to $70,000 a year. Of course, even the high end of the scale for journalists pales against other roles in the music industry—sound managers ($120,000), roadies ($125,000), and webmasters ($128,000) can all rake in much more. The crucial quote comes from Penthouse pop critic (a freelance gig) Andy Greenwald, who tells Beaujon, “I don’t know why you’d go into this career if you have hopes.”

Today’s lead article in WaPo Style takes us to Russia for a look at the Moscow Metro. I wonder if Jon has a tramp steamer available for Fare Assessment.

And remember last year when gossipers and celebrity stalkers followed Paul Rudd, Owen Wilson, and Reese Witherspoon around town during filming of How Do You Know? Well, the latest project from writer-director James Hell L. Brooks is due out Friday, and it cost $120 million, reports TBD’s Ryan Kearney. WTF? That’s like the Waterworld of rom-coms. And like that expensive sea adventure, it looks like How Do You Know is going to suck too.

But Joel and Ethan Coen’s True Grit is awesome. Don’t believe me? Ask Mike Riggs.