· How Home Land author Sam Lipsyte overcame harsh rejection. By publishers. [NYO]

The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum doesn't want The Washington Post's David Segal and New Yorker writer Jeffrey Goldberg calling their website 'The Jewish Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.' Segal says:

Parents, you might be reading over your kids' shoulders when they're at the computer, but are you reading close enough?

Apparently Canadian bloggers aren't the only ones who think The New Yorker's Malcolm Gladwell is snake oil salesman with a very good vocabulary.

Looks like blogging is the new extreme inline-trampoline-base-jumping. What else are we to think when Levi's wants to cast bloggers (well-known for being sartorially-challenged, shut-in computer nerds with sicko crushes on Scarlett Johansson and the skinny guy from The O.C.) for an advertising campaign?

From today's Washington Post Corrections:

In this week's New York Observer, George Gurley jilts longtime love Ann Coulter for his new dream girl, our old pal Dawn Eden. Reporting on the brouhaha over Eden's firing from The New York Post, Gurley positively swoons:

Men!

If you're so funny, write your own damn joke.

In a letter in the current issue of The New Yorker, Owen Wilson defends on- and off-screen buddy Ben Stiller from getting pushed around by movie critic/big bully David Denby. (Click on the picture of the pals to see a scan of the letter or read the transcription below.) Unsurprisingly, Wilson's is a much more eloquent (and funny) response than the full-page attack ad that Rob Schneider unleashed on the LAT's Patrick Goldstein last week. Note especially Wilson's subtle invocation of the threat of violence, and contrast with Schneider's near-promise of bloodshed. In any case, we're witnessing a hot new trend being born in Hollywood—we're sure dozens of actors are learning how to write so they can publicly dress down unkind critics.

In Sunday's Times Style story "Courting Park Avenue, One Socialite at a Time" about Southampton-summering biddies dressed by designer Douglas Hannant, the word Southhampton is misspelled throughout the article.

In its annual Pazz & Jop Critics Poll (transposed letters how edgy!), the Voice gives the #1 and #2 album of the year slots to rapper Kanye West and Beach Boy Brian Wilson, respectively.

Our telegenic sister site (which is currently being manned—har har—by Choire Sicha) clears up a mystery that's been bugging fans of gay music and gay punditry lately: Is Andrew Sullivan in The Scissor Sisters?

Just in time for 30 years ago, Editor & Publisher is running a Who is Deep Throat guessing game.

Lucky editors can neither read, nor spell, but they sure can plug! We were going to lay off Lucky and its beauty fascist editor, Jean Godfrey-June (since we mentioned her earlier), but this is begging for abuse.

Rugby fan cut off his own testicles [This is London]

Being fans of Sly and the Family Stone (particularly There's a Riot Goin' On), we are so psyched for SLY, the new glossy magazine for Sly Stone.

Yesterday we promised to post the best responses to the question: Who did Brad Pitt call during the Super Bowl Heineken commercial? (Winner gets entry to Club Noelle s Pants!) Here are your guesses:

As any first year J-school student knows, three is a trend. (This is taught in Charticles and Loosely Related Factoids 101: Writing for the Front of the Book.)

In an effort to make our intern Alexis work five times as hard, New York Magazine has decided to put out daily versions of their beloved Look Book for fashion week, calling them The Look Booklet.