We are on record as being, to our occasional embarrassment, tremendous Woody Allen fans, and, as such, we found it impossible to turn down a proffered invitation to schlep to Lincoln Center last night for not only a screening of his forthcoming project, Match Point, but also a pre-screening Q&A with the Woodman himself. This was particularly exciting for us because, while our parents once bumped into Woody and his child bride in a hotel in Venice, where our mother is convinced she delivered a charming witticism to him in the hotel's lobby, we've never actually seen the man except on film. We were curious to see the movie, and we were equally curious to see him in person.

A few weeks ago our new (and, we're sure fleeting) hero, Lloyd Grove, carried word of one David H. Brooks, a Long Island gazillionaire looking — at that point, not so successfully — for big-name musical acts for his daughter's bat mitzvah. Well, the big day arrived this weekend, and blogger and comedian Susie Felber has the inside scoop on who ended up performing:

• Simon Dumenco doesn't buy the revisionist history that Jann Wenner pushed out Kent Brownridge, but he knows the often-incompetent mag business will miss the man Dumenco dubbed Dr. Evil. [AdAge]
• New Plamegate wrinkle: Now the prosecutor wants to talk to Time's Viveca Novak, who's so far cooperating with the investigation. It's nice to officially know that at least one Novak is, even if the wrong one. [NYT]
• Bad news for our favorite gray-haired boytoy: Anderson Cooper's rating are down 19 percent relative to Aaron Brown's last week as anchor. [Mediaweek]
• It's hard being Bob Woodward these days. [WP]
• For its 1,000th issue, Rolling Stone to go 3-D on its cover. Because flashy sales gimmicks are always a sign of a strong, vibrant product. [NYT]
• Another reason you can never leave the city: Newly hired report at Manchester, N.H., newspaper is fired for having "a New York attitude." [Boston Phoenix]
• Hearst's new Quick & Simple simply ain't selling very quickly, suggesting the women's-mag market is cooling — or even cooled off. Also: Maxim learns to appreciate older women. [WWD (second and third items)]
• Four years later, the de-anthraxing of American Media's former HQ in Florida is nearly complete. They're still working on how to de-Bonnie. [Jossip]
• Kazakhstan takes four-page ad in New York Times to refute allegations made by Ali G's Borat. Next week, USPS will take four-page ad to refute allegations made by Seinfeld's Newman. [E&P]
• Good editors protect their staffers. Except, you know, when they don't. [MB]
• Forthcoming New York mag article on Hasidic sect ruffles feathers even before its published. [Canonist]

The question has been showing up here and there recently: What ever happened to Andrew Krucoff?

Oh, but it's not just blogent Kate Lee. (Get it? "Blogent," combining "blog" and "agent"? Nah, we didn't think so either. Oh well.) Plenty of other random Jews you either know or know of or wish you knew or wish you didn't know of have their bar and bat mitzvah pictures in Bar Mitzvah Disco.

Bar Mitzvah Disco, the between-hard-covers celebration of Jewish coming-of-age campiness that overtook America's affluent suburbs in, according to the book, mostly the 1970s and 1980s, hit bookstores last week. While we continue to find the book vaguely disconcerting when it's used to sell hipster t-shirts to the goyim, we also find it charmingly amusing when it's sitting on our Semitic coffee table. And so we spent a good chunk of Sunday afternoon poring over it, during which we learned several things.

Always wanted to dine with the devil? Here's your chance, and it's even for a good cause.

Next week's New York wonders whether, as a recent scientific study purported to prove, Jews really are smarter.

Shellfish don t fry in the kitchen, pork don t burn on the grills in y alls respective apartments today. But in the face of Yom Kippur, Gawker powers on. Since J.Co and Jesse are at services (read: finishing up their degrees at University of Phoenix Online), the site will be manned by guest editors/sabbath goyim Alex Pareene and Noelle Hancock. Jews: Always gotta be hiring other people to do your shit for you, huh?

The Post's thrilling High Holiday Coverage continues!

We are not, as you might imagine, theologians, and thus we've never engaged in the textual analysis (or, quite likely, Google searching) necessary to answer a riddle of Jewish law that's always had us confused: When we repent for our sins tomorrow, does that repentance cover sins committed specifically in 5765 (in which case sins rendered since Rosh Hashanah, last week, will sit unrepented-for until next year), or does it cover sins since last Yom Kippur?

• A news article about outing people has been written — and there's is no mention Anderson "gayer-than-fauxhawks" Cooper. [AP via NYT]
• Bloomberg in High Holiday campaign calls shocker! [Politicker]
• Some sort of country singer gives us the greatest press release ever, in history. [Some Country Singer]
• There are currently 28 bids for what someone claims are Britney Spears' worn flip-flops, and we have lost just a little more faith in humanity. [eBay]

On this blessed day, both Jews and goyim alike shall celebrate.

We always enjoy a nice after-work drink or three, so we were thrilled to see this show up in our inbox last night:

Not that anyone who knows anything about Brooklyn politics would have bet against this hondler, but, almost two years after Brooklyn Borough President Marty Markowitz first proposed the idea, he's finally getting his way. The city's Department of Transportation two weeks ago approved a sign now posted on the Williamsburg Bridge, directed at Manhattan-bound drivers: "Leaving Brooklyn; Oy Vey!"

Find yourself with an overwhelming urge to repent in Midtown yesterday? That was because you heard in the distance the siren call of the shofar, bubeleh.

Mark has gone on a trip. I'm not sure where to; he was rushed and breathless and I could only catch bits and pieces. Something about "Stockholm," "getting rid of the stranger between his legs once and for all," and "Juicy sweatsuits here he comes." Strangest of all, he left his itinerary behind and his return flight appears to have been ticketed to a "Maria Lisanti." Must have been a typo.

On top of all the other shit in the world, news broke at the end of last week that truly left us crying into our gin and tonics all weekend: Rush Limbaugh is coming to New York.

We're typically like Uncle Leo, ready and even eager to find anti-Semitism anywhere. But, still, we just can't get ourselves worked up about a scoop in this morning's Post, that Bronx Democratic chief Jose Rivera charged that Assembly speaker Shelly Silver made a deal with Assemblyman Jeffrey Dinowitz because "blood [was] taking care of blood." See, Rivera meant that as a compliment. "I learn from 'em," Rivera also said. "God bless 'em, you know what I mean. What's good for them is good for me and my people."

Huge schnozzes on Jewish pols: It's not just for rightwing opinion journals anymore. From the cover of this week's Observer: