Other "specific but not credible" terrorist plots against New York:

Many readers wrote in to protest that we had not devoted enough attention to yesterday's remaindered Anderson Cooper essay on gray hair. In our defense, it's from August of 2003. Though the fact that it was originally published in Details did pique our interest. When we checked our vast glossy back-issue library, we found the original, pre-CNN version of the essay. Excerpts are presented here:

• The wit and wisdom of Anderson Cooper: "Going gray is like ejaculation. You know it can happen prematurely, but when it actually does, it's a total shock." If his $1 million book deal means we'll read prose half as stunning as this, we're sold. [CNN]
• This man is NOT the Jeffrey Goldberg from the New Yorker. [Goldmark]
• After a brief mess with immigration officials, Martha Stewart has been permitted to head into Nova Scotia this weekend, where she will row a 600-lb. pumpkin across a lake. Aren't Canadian matters of national security so quaint? [Reuters]
• Sleep soundly, Manhattan: NYPD has arrested yet another evil graffiti artist. [NYP]
• Exclusivity-obsessed masses, your next stop is The Back Room on Norfolk Street. And so La Esquina fades into obscurity. [Eater]
• Two years after his retirement, rapper Jay-Z plans on making a comeback. Yeah, you didn't see that one coming. [ContactMusic]

• Not even a week after Paris Hilton officially announced the break-off of her engagement to Paris Latsis, the heiress has been spotted skanking around with Stavros Niarchos, aka Mary-Kate Olsen's boyfriend. If our little squirrel twin goes into an anorexic tailspin because of this, we will kill Hilton with our bare hands. Bitch. [Page Six]
• Because everyone (but you) has a book deal, CNN's silver hearthrob Anderson Cooper is reportedly pulling around $1 million for a memoir of the past year of his life. Even more amazing: The furious bidding war for Cooper's tome was sparked by, well, nothing — there's no proposal, no outline, just the magic of Coop. [Lowdown]
• What's up with Lindsay Lohan's crankypants? They certainly don't fit her well, especially now that she's eating. [Page Six]
• Ashton Kutcher and Demi Moore may be legally married, but their crackpot Kabbalah rabbi wasn't ordained — meaning their union is less kosher than a pulled pork sandwich.
• When things don't go well at Damon Dash's America mag, the Roc-a-fella co-founder throws punches. [R&M]

• Times reporter Judith Miller is finally released from jail, coming home to an awkward office party with cake and ice cream.
• Network morning shows compete for ratings and saved seats in heaven.
• Jon Stewart gives his two cents — and then some — on the squalid state of magazines.
• Conde Nast and Fairchild start to sleep in the same bed, Details finds itself but not its readers, and Vitals is anything but.
• Anti-everything novelist Jonathan Franzen tries to destroy any remaining hope you might have for creative literature.
• Comments get fiery over the sexuality of CNN's Anderson Cooper; we lose sleep over the implication of being a "power bottom."
• Predictably, coked-up supermodel Kate Moss enters rehab.
• And, last but certainly not least, New Yorkers are screwed when it comes to emergency management.

A transcript cannot really capture what we're told was the true stoneditude of the live event, but, still, it's worth nothing at least this snippet of Chris Rock's appearance on Anderson Cooper 360° last night, touting the relief efforts he and has wife are spearheading for Katrina victims in Houston:

This just in from a bookworld tipster who, experience suggests, knows of what he speaks:

The Yale Daily News profiles alumnus Anderson Cooper, and it provides us with both a window into his obsessive nature and insight into his sexy silver tresses:

Poor, poor Anderson Cooper. While he sloshes around the Gulf Coast, tearfully saving puppies and whatnot, his West 38th Street loft continues to languish on the market. Originally listed at $2.2 million, the two-bedroom pre-war co-op (so many hyphens, so little time) abruptly dropped to just under $1.9 million in May. Now, Curbed notes, Brown Harris Stevens has reduced the asking price to about $1.8 million.

• Steve Fishman reconstructs and deconstructs the entire relationship between Lachlan Murdoch and Rupert, determining that Lach left because dad wouldn't let him be his own man. [NY Mag]
• Anderson Cooper, meanwhile, remains inscrutable — about his job, about his sex life, about where to have lunch — while everyone just keeps loving him more. [NY Mag]
• Everyone, that is, except Franklin Foer, who finds him "a Yale-educated Geraldo Rivera." [TNR]
• Celebrity Living, which apparently wasn't really a gossip mag before, now is. [WWD]
• Enjoying the VMAs with celebs' favorite celeb photographer. [Slate]
• The new business mag for Conde could be what InStyle was for Time Inc., says David Carr. [NYT]
• OK America!'s editor eats at the Olive Garden. Gasp. [The Observer (London)]

The Times joins the ever-growing Anderson Cooper love-fest today, noting that he has "capitivated" viewers over the past two weeks. We of course agree with nearly everything the article has to say, though we were stopped briefly by this:

"Did you realize your homeboy Anderson Cooper is in Maxim?" asked an email a few hours ago. We most certainly did not realize our homeboy Coop was in Maxim. And yet there he is. We did not realize he would be modeling clothes for the lad mag because, well, we tend not to think of news anchors as fashion models.

Was it possible for us to love Anderson Cooper more than we already did? Yes, it turns it out, it was possible. Our love grew at about 7:30 last night, in the middle of 360°, when Coop, who's been in New Orleans for days, finally, well, flipped out. Mad as hell, you say? Madder. He was talking to Sen. Mary Landrieu, Democrat of Louisiana, and we can bet she's not going on his show again soon. Round one:

Everyone loves Brian at TVNewser, and there are many reasons for this. For us, it's days like today. (Confession: Half of us, several lifetimes ago, hired Brian for his TVNewswer job.) Without him, we would have missed the one good part of all catastrophic hurricanes: The ritualistic, fantasy-inspiring screenshot of a wet, tousled Anderson Cooper.

Last night on CNN, Anderson Cooper interviewed Radar contributing writer Kim Masters about her Tom Cruise cover story for the latest issue:

Today's Times introduces us to Kevin Cahoon, a Broadway actor who also moonlights as a downtown rocker fronting the band Ghetto Cowboy:

That's the most interesting thing about all those poor, black children starving to death: They actually don't have human faces.

We knew our favorite hurricane-tossed CNN anchor had some difficulty selling his apartment a few months ago. But we had no idea just how emotionally taxing he found the whole experience.

Yesterday, we mentioned that CNN s Anderson Cooper was selling his West 38th St. apartment for $2.2 million. (We even helped Coop find a new, disturbed, roommate.) In the intervening 24 hours, the value of that same apartment has dropped $305,000. Hunh. Is Anderson the first victim of the city's overheated real estate market? Perhaps. Or, as we originally suspected, the apartment's "stereophonic sound" really blows. -KEW

In the wee hours of the morning, we asked for your help to find Anderson Cooper a new home. And help you did give, with (mostly male) readers offering up rooms in their very own apartments! So very kind. The winner: London Terrace and the surrounding Chelsea environs. But since that s too easy—and real estate brokers you ain t—we award the no-fee prize to Paul H., who writes: