It's amazing what you can do with photography these days, isn't it? Last night, at Tucker Carlson's party to celebrate his new MSNBC show (requisite party crash TK), Gawker photographer Jennifer Snow caught this image of Carlson's wife handing him a business card. Using our stalkerazzi skill and a little zooming, we were able to identify the New York Times logo and see that the card beared a message. K, it seems, is a little hurt, and sent her sentiment via the average 8th grader's preferred method of note-passing.

We sometimes wonder if the real question is not why people leave the leave the book industry, but why anyone even stays. The most recent casuality is Jonathan Karp, former editor-in-chief of Random House, who unexpectedly resigned yesterday. He had worked there for 16 years and, as the story says, was "once considered a wunderkind." (Before, you mean, he got so damned old.) His biggest recent hits were Seabiscuit and Shadow Divers.

Things must be positively marvelous around Radar's offices — nary a peep has emerged from editor Maer Roshan's publicity-hungry mouth, leaving us with little to do but twiddle our thumbs and wait for the magazine to, um, do something worth writing about. You can imagine our delight, then, that "the blogosphere" has stepped forward with the splendiferous news that Jossip blogger David Hauslaib, a gay young lad fresh from Syracuse, will be sailing on Roshan's good ship lollipop.

Our commitment to the truth, no matter how painful it might be, compells us to point out the NY Press' increasingly dramatic fall from glory, as it closes the gap with another popular weekly:

Dear Readers,

· Daily News EIC responds to Post's allegations, but not really [Editor and Publisher]
· Wait ... why do we have a Newseum again? [Flak]
· Conde Nast does something with real estate, not really sure what. [NYO]—WL

Our surly (yet charming and rambunctious) brother at Oddjack has enlisted former New York Press miscreant Jeff Koyen to break down the odds for each potential Graydon Carter replacement at Vanity Fair. (Yes, we know he's not leaving right now. This is why they are odds, silly.)

Well, Jack Shafer couldn't leave well enough alone, could he? In January 2004, Peter Landesman published an NYT Mag piece about the sex traffic industry. Within days, Shafer, spurred on by resident blog dude Daniel Radosh, took the piece apart, and continued to, until ultimately NYT watchdog Daniel Okrent (inventor of fantasy baseball!) and NYT Sunday mag editor Gerald Marzorati dug their feet in for a fight. The catfight went on for a while, with accusations of plagarism, lawsuits and the occasional wearing of Capri pants. Eventually, as these things tend to do, it died out, because, you know, it's nice outside. Sometimes it's good to go out there. (The whole thing is detailed thoroughly here, if you dare.)

Graydon Carter spilled a few of the beans about how the Deep Throat/Mark Felt deal was handled in the UK Guardian, but the long sordid tale is really broken by Tom Scocca and Sheelah Kolhatkar in this week's New York Observer.

We once watched the Teletubbies with a cute little cousin of ours and were amazed that, halfway through the show, all the Teletubbies just yell "Again!" and then they just replay the first half of the episode. This seemed like a remarkably economical way to run a television program.

<a href="http://maudnewton.comMaud Newton directs our attention to an email circulating, sent from a book critic to an editor who changed a word in a review. The editor changed a "the" to an "a" in the review of Mark Dunn's Ella Minnow Pea, which is more important than we made it sound, but still not this important.

· Radosh to Landesman: Jack Shafer is on my side. So there. Bring it. Freak. [Radosh.net]
· Look at what would happen if Deep Throat happened today, and then commence weeping. [VV]
· David Sedaris, gone horribly wrong. [TMFTML]—WL

It might be easy to dial 911, or even 311, but as our boy Russell can tell you, when you cross that dangerous three-button barrier, using a telephone can be treacherous. Heck, it's the type of thing that might even lend itself to satire.

When we were in college and having delusions of literary greatness, we imagined that that a "Book Expo" in New York City, the Greatest City In The World, would feature all the great authors sitting at a big desk and discussing their craft. Richard Ford. Kurt Vonnegut. Charles Bukowski. Douglas Coupland. Don DeLillo. Maybe Salinger would shock everyone and drop by. It was our fantasy. Let us have it.

At left, the Look Book picture of Madison Brigode and, at right, her secret life as Olsen-approved arm candy.
We've often suspected that not every featured fashionista in New York magazine's Look Book feature is simply someone spotted on the street. For instance, Look-Booker Kay Goldberg is the daughter of successful record executive Danny Goldberg and well-known entertainment attorney Rosemary Carroll — it's doubtful that a New York intern just happened to bump into such an illustrious offspring, right? In a similar vein, this week's Look Book features Madison Brigode (our standard review TK), who dresses like an Olsen because, looky there, she's friends with an Olsen. What a koinky-dink.

Yesterday, Tribune Media Services announced that they would begin test syndicating the Huffington Post starting Monday, and we quietly wept. Then we realized that, by golly, the growth of Arianna Huffington's Dorky SlumberParty might actually be for the good of mankind! After all, the Tribune syndication will hopefully spread Greg Gutfeld's wisdom to our nation's "finer" news outlets, thus instructing otherwise ignorant souls on how to trap, torture, and bury fellow HuffPosers such as David Corn and Harry Shearer.

The matronly maned Graydon Carter is receiving all kinds of backslaps and ass-grabbery for shepherding the biggest scoop of all ... well, this week anyway, in between hundreds of ad pages with pictures of people with no cheeks. But, as it turns out, when the proverbial dung was hitting the proverbial air percolator, Graydon was in a plane on the way back from his honeymoon.

Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?

Most people don't notice them much anymore, but the ninth annual Webby Awards took place at Gotham Hall. That Craigslist dweeb Craig Newmark won Web Person of the Year, which is pretty much the same thing as being the head of the A/V Club, except you get fewer girls. Continuing their tradition of honoring scrappy underground sites, The Webby Awards give hardware to up-and-comers like Google, McSweeney's, eTrade, the CIA (!) and, uh, Sony.

Bad news, gang: Your fantasy vacation, the Battle For American Values cruise featuring Bill O'Reilly, has been destroyed. While the cruise will still set sail, Our Heavenly Father of Fox News will not be in attendance, nor will any of the scheduled speakers or events take place: