In your ice-encased Thursday media column: Sam Zell is done with you media types, Comcast wouldn't dream of touching NBC News, rabbis (in the pocket of George Soros, commie Jew) hate Glenn Beck, and The Daily is coming next week.

[Jeremy Piven and Rob Lowe at the Sundance premiere of "I Melt With You." Photo via Getty]

Kim tithes to a church her mother founded with a wayward Rick Warren disciple. Countess LuAnn gets a job. Jennifer Aniston isn't adopting a baby. Jenna Jameson calls Chelsea Handler a "whore." Thursday gossip sends mixed messages.

JP Morgan chief Jamie Dimon is at Davos with all the other rich people talking about money, and whining: "This constant refrain 'bankers, bankers, bankers' is just unproductive and unfair. People should just stop doing that." Bankers are your friends.

[It might be winter in many parts of the U.S., but it was perfect weather to celebrate Australia Day on the beach in Perth where this reveler got an eyeful at the Havaianas Thong Challenge. Image via Getty]

Facebook finally provided a way to keep any random jerk in the café from hijacking your account. But you have to go out of your way to enable this protection, and you might have to wait. Still: Jump on this.

The National Arts Club, located in a mansion on Manhattan's tony Gramercy Park South, is known for its historic building, famous members, and lavish parties. Too bad part of it is in shambles and stuffed with junk.

Rodale, publisher of Men's Health and employer of serial plagiarist David Zinczenko, explains why ripping writers' bylines off their work, and slapping Zinczenko's on, is OK: "The byline doesn't take credit for the work, but serves as an overarching tag."

Hollywood doesn't care about art—just money—so it's no surprise that many people are interested in knowing how much an Oscar nomination for Best Picture is worth in dollars. Finally, they have an answer.

Fox & Friends backslapper Steve Doocy burned Politico's Ben Smith big time today by reading anti-Ben Smith blog comments live on air. Related, there's a blog comment here that says "Steve's an anal wart." Is that "relevant?" Politics is complicated.

New York Times editor Bill Keller has spilled the secrets about his paper's dealings with Wikileaks and Julian Assange in a new Times magazine piece. Upshot: Assange is a weird sissy nerd, and he probably eats boogers.

Congressman Dennis Kucinich bought a sandwich from the Longworth House Office Building cafeteria in April 2008, and bit into it only to find an unpitted olive that cracked a tooth. This month, he sued the cafeteria for selling "dangerous" sandwiches.

Jesse James isn't a Nazi, he's just really "into history," OK? Padma Lakshmi's custody battle erupts. Jessica Simpson fights to keep an embarrassing exercise video under wraps. Wednesday's gossip roundup comes back to bite your well-toned butt.

Fashion designer Diane von Furstenberg broke her nose and sustained several facial fractures after a man collided with her on the ski slopes in Colorado. First she was mugged in Spain and now this? She really needs to stop traveling.

The Way We Live Now: scrimping and saving. To get into Davos! Davos ain't cheap, you know. They don't let just anyone into Davos. Only the big shots make it to Davos. Do I know you from Davos? Oh, sorry.

Since it's 2011 and George W. Bush is history, now's a good time to issue detailed reports charging the Bush White House with repeatedly and deliberately violating federal laws against politicking with government resources. Memories!

The New York Times is working to establish an untraceable electronic "drop box" that would make it easier and safer for leakers to pass them large electronic files. Implied: give your stuff to us, not Wikileaks. Please. [The Cutline]

[Activists gathered in Washington today for the annual "March for Life" rally. Grown men dressed as George Washington and Captain America are the last people who should be telling women what to do with their bodies. Image via Getty]

Google made waves today with software that purports to banish ad tracking cookies. In reality, virtually no one will use the software, it doesn't banish ad tracking cookies, and Google itself is the leading tracker to begin with.

Bristol Palin confirmed the rumor that she's dating a 20-year-old Alaskan pipeline worker. "Tripp loves him," the winsome lass of the northern tundra (and Arizona desert!) said. Quick, somebody figure out the new guy's name and raid his Facebook page.