You know, as long as we're on the topic of Lucky magazine (and oh, my, haven't we been, what with editor Kim France's admission that she sucks at wifehood), our friends at The Daily Transom mustered up the strength that only old media can buy and, unlike yours truly, actually looked past the first 10 pages of the issue in question. And what did they find? Credit card carnage, consumerist blood, and a spread featuring Times Arts & Leisure deputy editor Ariel Kaminer, in which she looks "strangely, wondrously radiant for someone, in The Transom's opinion, who has been forced to sit so very close to former culture boss Jon Landman for so long."

"Cian O'Donovan is not a photojournalist," intones today's Times, "but when he heard about the subway bombings not far from his home in London, he decided to try to photograph them." Huh? Wha? Really? Yes, Virginia, it's true: non-photogs can take photos.

To celebrate the awesome power of broadband — and not at all, they assure us, to market their own broadband offerings — Verizon has launched a marketing campaign documentary project called "Broadband Stories." Sign up, create your own profile, and then tell the world true stories about how broadband access has changed your life. But wait! There's more!

Caption in the Times: "Witnesses reported seeing dozens of people stumbling out of subway stations, coughing and black with soot."

In the wake of the terrible attacks on London, no New Yorker's empathetic arms are quite so extended as those of Daily News columnist and Gawker False Idol Lenore Skenazy. Per usual, her poetic, deep, and original words have left us feeling rather moved. You, too, can find comfort in her prose:

Manohla Dargis doesn't much like Dark Water, the new Jennifer Connelly horror flick about moving to — quelle horreur! — Roosevelt Island. But she also doesn't quite hate it:

When Judith Miller was sentenced to jail on Wednesday, we accepted her fate with the sort of dignity and maturity for which we're known. Now we turn to the future and, with an optimistic eye, look at how Judy might spend her time in the Alexandria, Virginia detention center. We've even found some inmate classes that might be of interest to her:

The problem with deadpan humor is that you never know whether to take seemingly serious stuff seriously. To wit, this note on the top of The Onion's website:

You'd expect post-bombing stoicism from, say, a nation of people stereotyped as repressing all emotion. And you'd expect it from a city famous for bravely withstanding a 57-day bombing attack — a "blitz" of bombs, you might say.

• A "proud but awful moment": We confess that the Times's Judy Miller editorial leaves us a touch verklempt. Really. [NYT]
• The Post misses Harvey at Sun Valley. [NYP]
• New Today show EP has an epiphany: Let Matt and Katie talk to each other! [NYT]
• Inexplicably, the Timesman who admitted in his Iraq memoir that he sometimes made shit up when he couldn't read his notes is not the most popular man on 43rd Street. [NYDN (Second item)]

We told you yesterday that classy Kim France used her Lucky editor's letter this month to announce her divorce, which prompted this quite sensible request:

LA Weekly columnist Nikki Finke wiles away the summer hours by installing herself as a mogul in a fictional movie studio, then issuing a 12-step program (you know, so the current executives can relate) for saving Hollywood. But first, the disclaimers:

At first we thought this was our favorite thing in the current New York Review of Books:

With all the excitement yesterday about the Observer's fabulous new website, the medium entirely supplanted the message and we forgot to actually read anything in the pink paper. Which is why we're a day late getting to this:

Good morning, class! Please sit down and take a moment to look at the above image, which compares the front pages from today's editions of our city's two beloved rags. You'll note that the individual covers are completely distinct from one another, free of overlapping coverage. This is nothing short of monumentous: By managing to make themselves mutually exclusive, the papers have finally articulated our an implicit, socio-cultural divide. For tonight's homework assignment, figure out which side you're really on.

Cellphone etiquette. Races for charities. Uncomfortable Pillows. Camping gear. It's the straightest Thursday Styles ever!

Today, for your viewing pleasure, we are pleased to identify the most Amazingly Absurd Marketing Ploy in the History of the World, courtesy of online retail behemoth Amazon. In honor of their 10th anniversary, certain Amazon orders will be hand-delivered by the artist, actor, musician or author responsible for the work. For instance, Harrison Ford and his his poorly-pierced ear may show up at your door, just to drop off that Raiders of the Lost Ark DVD you ordered last week. And we're SURE he'll go all the way to Missouri, if need be.

There's an old joke about the 10-year-old boy who, when asked by his parents what he'd like for his birthday, requests a box of Tampax. Confused, they ask why. "Because then," he replies, "I can go swimming, play tennis, ride horses, whenever I want."

...it'd have a pretty good case against Google News for this unacceptable, reputation-destroying mix-up.

• From the Us Weekly website today: "In some early editions of the July 18 issue, Us Weekly inaccurately reported that Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt were adopting a baby boy together. Her new daughter is, in fact, a girl, and while Pitt was present when Jolie signed the adoption papers, he himself was not a party to the adoption. As the magazine went to press on the night of July 4th our reporters in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia were continuing to report out the story. By the following morning we learned that we had made these errors and stopped the print run in order to correct the story. However not all issues were corrected in time."