Take a tour of Mike Tyson's abandoned mansion. More photos can be found here. For some reason, these photos make me think that you could write a post-apocalyptic novel with a celebrity-obsessed narrator who travels through the bleak, ash-covered landscape of a future North America not looking for food and safety, as in Cormac McCarthy's novel The Road – perviously discussed here – but looking to sleep in the derelict homes of Hollywood stars. He (or she) camps out in Kiefer Sutherland's old living room – before heading out, armed with a Star Map™, to find the abandoned hillside home of Jessica Alba. After this, she (or he) goes cross-country, following clues that will lead him (or her) to the half-collapsed mansions of Simon Cowell... The New York Times calls the book a "prescient exploration of personal meaning in a time when myths are no longer to be found"; it is "a 21st-century Don Quixote." McSweeney's finds it "hilarious." Dave Eggers adds that he "liked the book so much I stood up and did a war dance around it."

(Thanks, Steve!)