You knew it would be like this. The second she announced it was over, you just knew Tina Brown's CNBC romps were going to get good. It's a sad but inevitable irony, but at least these final weeks with T-Bro will leave Henry the Intern feeling that the past year wasn't completely for nothing. Last night's episode was the third to last chapter in Sundays With Tina and — dare we say it? — it left Henry beaming like a proud papa. His report (and Tina's footwear) follows.

Jessica: I need to arrange the Return Of My Radar with you — once you're done pawing at it and getting it all dirty.
MediaOperative:There's a fighting chance I might be getting my very own copy, now.
Jessica:WELL! You love 'em and leave 'em, I see. Cruel.
MediaOperative:I have a mean streak.
Jessica:Yeah, yeah. And I have Nothing, really.
MediaOperative:You have a copy of Radar!
Jessica:But I know something you don't.
MediaOperative:Most people do.
Jessica:Radar doesn't bring happiness. In fact, it's rather empty.
MediaOperative:No! LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!
Jessica: I've never felt so dead as I did when I first opened that Radar and saw, well, a lot of primary colors and sans serif text.
Jessica: And not much else, my friend.
MediaOperative:I CAN'T HEEEEEAR YOU!
Jessica: I didn't want to be the one to tell you
Jessica: Money buys happiness, but Radar does not.
MediaOperative: But Radar gets money.
MediaOperative: It's like a koan.
Jessica: But do you think they're going to buy your happiness for you?
MediaOperative: Isn't that what magazines do?
Jessica: Only Cond titles.
MediaOperative: And Absolute.
Jessica: Radar is like bad cocaine — you'll do unspeakable things to get your hands on it, but once you've got a bump, you feel dead on the inside.
Jessica: And I'm totally publishing this conversation.
MediaOperative: Shit. Oxfeld was bad enough, now I've got to compete with my own musings about magazines when I write my musing-about-magazines Radar thing?
Jessica: Hahahaha. WICKED GAME.

Oh, you thought we would go a whole day without writing about Radar? How cute. But no. Clearly you don't know us. (We're dedicated to this bit.) Today brings the Radar Trading Card for creative director Richard Christiansen. We'll forgive you if you thought Lisa Steinmeyer, late of ESPN The Magazine and Details, was the mag's art director. She's listed, after all, in the press kit, she was among the hires listed in Keith Kelly's first roundup of Radar's second-go-round staff, and WWD's bite-sized Jeff Bercovici noted at the end of February that the major difference between 1.0 and 2.0 "is art director Lisa Steinmeyer's design, which Roshan described, accurately, as 'more streamlined and sophisticated.'" But here's the funny thing. Between funding and launch, Maer got to know Suede creative director Richard Christiansen. Then Suede closed. Then Christiansen showed up as Radar's creative director. We think he was creative director at luxury art-book publisher Assouline (in the future, we'd like all Radar staffers to follow Maer's lead and have unique names, for ease of Googling), but we certainly know this: We've seen the mag, and Richard loves him his sans-serifs.

We asked you for the places you'd like to see Ryan Parry infilitrate, and you responded with well, a lot of you responded with Radar jokes, which was funny the first few times but got less and less amusing with each successive e-mail. (Yes, we realize the irony.) Our top three entries, all of which came from sources who wished to remain anonymous:

My personal favorite piece from the kids at The New York Review of Magazines can be found here: it's Leslie Hendrickson's Guess what: Glossies may be good for you. Working on the principle that almost anything can be spun as a positive if you simply lower the bar enough, Hendrickson praises Cosmo and its ilk for all the valuable health and lifestyle information to be found amidst the fellatio how-tos. [W]here can women go when they have questions that they're too embarrassed to ask? Not everything merits a visit to the doctor's office. Women's magazines are a good place to start. Or, I don't know, the Internet? The library? Look, I'm not saying that there aren't women who get their health information from women's magazines. I'm sure that there are plenty of people who learn how to parent from The More You Know, too. That doesn't mean I want to keep them in the gene pool. On the other hand, if the Glamour subscription is saving money on doctor visits and telling her the ten things I'm thinking about when we're in bed, there may be something to it after all. Nice job, Leslie. AB

· Desperate for readers who don't belong to the AARP, newspapers have begun experimenting with this podcasting thing the kids are so crazy about. [WSJ]
· The kids like the free dailies, but when it comes time to pay for the real thing, they can't be found. Probably off listening to podcasts or something. [Business 2.0]
· NYT to remake its Business section, will expand its coverage of consumer gadgets, blogs and venture capital, among the hottest subjects in financial news. Another hot subject? Podcasts. Maybe they should take a look at that. [Reuters]
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While we tend to focus our love and attention on extremely publicized young novelist Jonathan Safran Foer, we also realize that by doing so, we cause great injustice to his wife, poet Nicole Krauss. We apologize for this oversight and, to make it up to you all, we'd like to direct your ears to Ms. Krauss' reading of a few old poems over at The Paris Review. The venerable Old Hag sums up the recording quite nicely:

In The Boston Globe, critic Matthew Gilbert is shocked, shocked by last evening's Xbox special on MTV:

It's Friday the 13th, Steve Wasserman is ditching the LA Times Book Review, and all other media news has gone to shit (which may or may not be our fault). Case in point: the Deadline Awards from the Society of Professional Journalists (inexplicable trophy pictured at right). Now, Yahweh knows no one 'round here is "professional," and we're certainly not "journalists," but, well, this thing has us scratching our stupid little heads. Like, the award for best investigative reporting goes to The Herald, beat reporting to The Journal News — but which ones?! Clearly, a hyperlink or, dare we say it, any sort of elaboration would be far too informative. Professional journalists just don't play like that.

Over at Slate, television critic Dana Stevens is debating Steven Johnson, author of Everything Bad Is Good For You: How Today's Popular Culture is Actually Making Us Smarter. It's pretty lively and entertaining, but it hasn't yet answered our most pressing question: If you're dumb enough to actually buy this bulked-out magazine piece, does the act of reading it somehow make you more intelligent? AB

As spring kicks into high gear and summer quickly approaches, it's time for the inevitable discussion of sunshine and skincare:

Despite one reader's sweet request that I remove my "smelly" ladyparts from the "lips of that wrinkled-titty Huffington cunt," I just can't help myself. Like Zellweger to Cruise, the Huffington Post completes me. If you can patiently wade through Paul Loeb's jewfro and Seth Greenland's plea for The Simple Life to hit North Korea, you'll find rare moments of genius:

We've got some breaking new developments in yesterday's mysterious Page Six item about a bunch of otherwise unremarkable Yalies hanging at Myrtle Beach "hot-spot" Spanish Galleon. It's come to our attention that the Galleon in question is none other than the classy joint featured at right and "Yale s newest princes and princesses of Wall Street" are just a bunch of graduating seniors. Another inside source has even alerted us to the possible identity of the fool who fed this non-item to Page Six: another Yale student who, it seems, is desperately trying to edge his way into NYC's publicity-ready nightlife clusterfuck.

Like Dave Chappelle, we hear voices. And sometimes, the voices tell us things about the state of unrest at BusinessWeek. Jon Fine, the mag newborn media columnist, reportedly has some staffers getting pissy. Specifically, it's not the typical BW protocol to bring in an Outsider for a Big Position, especially when said position happens to be a major column that, coincidentally, no one even knew was in the works. Not that any of this is Fine's fault, but he might want to keep an eye on his coffee mug.

· Bill O'Reilly misrepresents someone's position. RELATED: This Ratzinger guy turns out to be Catholic. [Houston Chronicle]
· Robert Novak punks out on a debate. On the other hand, would you want to spend an hour in the same room as Eric Alterman? [Altercation]
· Have we finally discovered an explanation for Steve Dunleavy's behavior? [BBC (yes, that was the joke)]
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The editorial page of The Times, in the person of Brent Staples, turns its attention to hip hop. Decrying the genre's descent into misogyny, materialism and murder (coincidentally the working title of Dr. Dre's new album), Staples argues that inner-city listeners who are already at risk of dying prematurely are being fed a toxic diet of rap cuts that glorify murder and make it seem perfectly normal to spend your life in prison. While the debate over art's effects on human behavior is hardly a new one, we're somewhat surprised by Staples' contention that [the fact that] this lethal genre of art has grown speaks volumes about the industry's greed and lack of self-control. Is it possible that it might also speak volumes about consumer interest? How many units did the last KRS-One record shift? AB

Today's Page Six features a byzantine brainteaser of publicist placement:

If traditional journalism and blogging are at opposite ends of the spectrum, Greg Lindsay must truly be considered a man who goes both ways. In a mediabistro piece addressed to graduating j-school students, Lindsay advises his young charges to question everything they've learned, particularly the value of j-school itself. A wide-ranging missive of Bourdieuan (the journalist, not the math guy) analysis, Lindsay's exhortations to a group of kids whose folks are now out $30 grand ranks as one of the harshest, most unflinching looks at journalism's future and their place in it since MediaBistro editor Elizabeth Spiers told potential freelancers that if they couldn't afford the meal, they shouldn't walk past the restaurant. Whether or not these nascent journos will follow Lindsay's advice remains to be seen, but they'd be wise to do so: This is the equivalent of learning the Gospel from Jesus Himself. AB

We're still aflutter with excitement over yesterday's miraculous appearance of Radar Online. While we're busy processing all that intelligence, fresh or otherwise, it seemed a good time to step back and answer some frequently asked questions about Radar and our seemingly irrational obsession with it. (As one ever-tactful Craigslist poster noted, "Gawker looks like a goddamn Radar bukkake shot.")

Woodward and Bernstein. Sy Hersh. Whoever first wrote about Iran-Contra. Add to this roster of groundbreaking journalists The Daily News' Phyllis Furman, who today emerges from what was no doubt months of painstaking investigation to reveal that Universal Pictures has a marketing plan for the film King Kong. In what is proudly billed as a DAILY NEWS EXCLUSIVE, Furman uncovers the shocking truth about the studio's plan to use New York as part of its promotion: 'The studio has been in discussions with appropriate organizations in New York to investigate the possibility of a premier event in New York,' a Universal spokesman told The News. But wait, what area landmarks might come into play? Furman gets the goods: One idea explored by Universal involved hanging a huge King Kong figure off the side of the Empire State Building. Unfortunately, that plan is dead for now. The sizzling expose, which does not at all read like a press release for Universal even though it plays up the studio's success at the expense of parent company NBC, is expected to cause consternation at the rival New York Post, which only seems to get exclusives on films produced by 20th Century Fox. Impacting. AB