President Obama endorsed Bill Thompson in the race for mayor today. But he managed to do so without uttering the words himself (Obama spokesman Robert Gibbs delivered the news) and without referring to Thompson by name (Gibbs described as the "Democratic nominee"). And then he followed up by complimenting Mayor Bloomberg, just to hedge a bit more:

Project Runway is all about vision and delusion. The vision to make something old into something new. The delusion that the concept is not borrowed and blue. The vision to dress like Cher, the delusion—well, that's a delusion.

Whoa: It's an old Sanka ad from the 1940s that's totally racist against Mexicans. How racist? You'll just have to click to enlarge and read the whole racist thing. People like you like this stuff. We hear. [Copyranter]

An relatively unnoticed supporting player at the trial of Anthony Marshall was A.G. Sulzberger, the great-grandson of Metropolitan Museum trustee and New York Times chairman Arthur Hays Sulzberger, grandson of Arthur Ochs "Punch" Sulzberger, the longtime chairman of both the Times and the museum, and son of Arthur Ochs "Pinch" Sulzberger, Jr., who now runs the paper.

The uber-geeks who run Google don't seem like to think about the messy world of law and politics. But it can't be avoided. The latest example: A Bear Stearns manager done in by a GMail account he thought was closed.

Sometimes you just want to grab The American Consumer about the shoulders, and shake him, and yell: "Hey, stop being such a sucker!" Because...OMG a fuzzy wuzzy baby seal! I must buy so much Dawn® brand product, or he dies.

New Yorkers aren't exactly shy about their fondness for Botox. But if a woman isn't prepared to spill her beauty secrets—or you suspect she's lying to you—there are some clues to indicate whether she's an addict.

A physicist at CERN, the lab that is building the Large Hadron Collider—which will destroy the planet by igniting a black hole and catapulting us into an alternate dimension—has been arrested in France on suspicion of Al-Qaeda ties.

One of the biggest (if not the biggest) graf pieces in America—a 57-foot high, one-third mile long "MTA" on a concrete ditch in LA—is being painted over. Finally, a clean concrete ditch. [via Animal NY. Pic: Flickr]

Barack Obama knows that the Nobel Peace Prize is as often given as encouragement as it is for accomplishment. So he starts off humble, says he'll accept the award, and moves on to his international relations to-do list.

[Sean Lennon escorts his corpse bride Charlotte Kemp Muhl to the Hermes show in Paris yesterday. Image via Bauer-Griffin]

Most of the serious bidders for Businessweek have dropped away, leaving Bloomberg as the leading candidate. We know BW's not exactly a fountain of profit these days. But would Bloomberg really gut the magazine's entire staff?

For no rational reason, at all, Oklahoma Senator Tom Coburn has introduced an amendment to ban the National Science Foundation from funding any and all political science research. Just poli sci. That's it. He hates it!

Waiting for the return of NBC cop drama Southland? Well, don't hold your breath. Production has been shut down and the completed episodes canned. Why? The short answer: Jay Leno.

The deadly Mexican Pig Flu's dirtiest deed yet: Coming between you and the literal body and blood of Christ. You will pay dearly for this, heathen microbe.

No, of course he won't. But Mickey Kaus thinks he should, and we agree. And ABC News' characterization of Obama's imminent Rose Garden speech is curiously neutral: "Obama will make a statement...reacting to the Nobel Peace Prize award. "

This former whiz kid can't do anything right and swallowed a bunch of pills to get attention and only got a belly ache. Speaking of juvenile, some actor boys can't drive or hold down a job. Play nice, kids!

Drew Barrymore walking in Soho ... Paris Hilton and Doug Reinhardt arriving at JFK ... Julianne Moore walking with son Caleb in the meatpacking district ... Rachel McAdams pulling a suitcase behind her in Soho ... Daniel Craig leaving his apartment building ... Jon Gosselin grabbing breakfast on the Upper West Side ... Hugh Jackman playing with his kids at a West Village playground ... Star Trek's Chris Pine walking downtown ... Jocelyne Wildenstein with her boyfriend outside Le Cirque ... Mrs. Matt Lauer walking down Madison with one of their sons ... Mischa Barton leaving a party at Gustavino's on East 59th Street ... and Penelope Cruz leaving her hotel in Midtown and heading to dinner.

No indication of the moon wobbling dangerously off its axis, starting an inexorable descent towards earth. No huge chunks of the moon breaking off, starting an inexorable descent towards earth. No angry aliens rising out of the moon's core in their battle crafts, starting an inexorable descent towards earth. No reason to call out the Army's top secret interstellar fighting force. In contrast to this direct quote from NASA's director of nerd propaganda, yesterday:

Do you know what "smudging" is? If you've watched an episode of Bravo's Flipping Out and you saw crazy Jeff Lewis burning sage in an effort to drive the evil spirits out of a home, you're familiar with the practice. But it's not just a wacky phenomenon restricted to LA or reality TV.