From today's New York Times 'Arts, Briefly' column:

Well, those little guys are irresistably cute.

From Linda Stasi's column in today's New York Post:

This is just about the funniest headline we've ever seen:

James Wolcott directs us to a new site: David Kamp and Steven Daly's Snobsite, the online outpost of Vanity Fair's long-running 'Rock Snob's Dictionary.' (We're keeping our fingers crossed for Josh Freelantzovitz's blog to launch any day now.)

Our super-favoritest married columnist who still inexplicably writes about dating for New York mag, Amy Sohn, needs your help:

We've been a little worried about the Times apparent lack of concern over the allegations that its intrepid Metro Desk flubber, New Post-New Post-Journalist Alan Feurer, invented a few details in his copy while playing foreign correspondent in Iraq. (Really, what is truth? Does it matter? Serotonin and dopamine dictate everything, that's all you need to know.)

Editor & Publisher queen bee Jesse Oxfeld enlightens us all on the matter of yesterday's "Conversations" luncheon on Mideast peace, hosted by The Week. Per usual, the attendees were more interesting than the speakers (precisely why we tend to ignore these events). In that vein, Oxfeld discusses the "What?" guests in the audience, whose mere presence at such a gathering makes one exclaim "What?" in disbelief:

· Now that the ugly ol' Observer offices have moved out, this here town house sure does clean up real purty. Interesting how the Times never mentioned the previous tenant, huh? [NYT]
· "Manolo asks, when did the Matthew and the Penelope move to the Staten Island?" [Manolo's Shoe Blog]
· Louise MacBain wants to be an art publishing mogul, and she'll lie all the way to the bank. [NY Sun]
· Rex Reed mixes up his foreign films and his foreign foods. Frank Bruni is inadvertantly proud. [VV]

When Michael Jackson gets "saucy" and "revs up the wee ones," he gets escorted to court in his jammies.

Since the Times isn't prepared to go all Jayson Blair on Alan Feuer regarding his upcoming book — in which the staff writer reveals that he, you know, basically made shit up in Baghdad — Gawker decided to launch its own Independent Panel Review Investigation Review. (Or, uh, LexisNexis search.)

We rarely laugh out loud at something we read on the web. In fact, we rarely laugh out loud at anything. (We live in a very dark place.) But this line from Slate brought out an unusually hearty convulsive feeling from inside of us that the Vice President would call a laugh.

We're starting to suspect that the Gray Lady is a contributing editor at Radar, which would thus explain the following:

CNN is reporting that pro-baller and senator (and Democratic party presidential dream date) Bill Bradley has just signed up to host a show for Sirius Satellite Radio:

Remember Doctor Rammer Doc Doc? No? Then you must not've read Tom Wolfe's A Man In Full, which featured the improbably named rapper's threat to "peel yo cap."

When Harry Met Tina.
There's only one place such a terrible photo could come from: the powder room at Tina Brown and Harold Evans' 57th Street love nest. And what better place to display your media memories than in the toilet? After the jump, a Gawker operative, armed with a cameraphone and a dream, provides photographic documentation of the Tina's bathroom reading material.

Graydon Carter remembers the late Time & Life editor-in-chief, Henry Grunwald:

For your viewing enjoyment (and head-shaking disbelief), we present the new Bacardi campaign featuring Kim Cattrall. Click to enlarge and drink to the glory of celebrity endorsement.

On the eve of Radar's triumphant return to the newsstand and its rightful place at the center of American life (for chic, informed, jaded but not cynical 25-39 year-old men and women of all sexual orientations, with high incomes in urban centers), Media Life Magazine interviews the Maer Roshan sound bite AI unit.

Courtesy of your friendly neighborhood dailies.