According to a new report, the roundly chilly response to James Franco’s Oscar hosting gig has hardly lessened his profile at Yale. In fact, the post-grad polymath — who is in the early stages of obtaining a Ph.D. in English from the Ivy League institution — was back on the East Coast mere hours after the Oscarcast ended, journalists in tow and mythology expanding by the hour. “At 9 the next morning,” notes today’s NYT , “[Franco] was in a Starbucks in New Haven, hunched over a book and barely recognizable in a gray sweatshirt, but still wearing his tuxedo pants.” I mean, of course he was still in tuxedo pants. Just add it to the legend promulgated by Franco’s peers and faculty alike: (S.T. Vanairsdale, “ Report From Yale: James Franco Still Likes Doing Things,” Movieline, 4 March 2011) "journalists in tow and mythology expanding by the hour" is really good. He, like Portman, speaks to our love of frenzied activity, of not sitting still, and routine daily acclaim;...