• If you support graffiti as viable artistic expression, you should really call Mayor Bloomberg and tell him yourself. [Animal]
• Think your buddy on the undergraduate 5 Year Plan is a slacker? Meet the man behind the 12 Year Plan. [GQ]
• We tend to avoid beauty coverage 'round here (seeing as you all are obviously gorgeous enough as is), but if Pat Benatar tells us to paint our nails, we're listening. [Cool Hunting]
• Great anecdotes in Matt Drudge pervanoia. [Crooks and Liars]
• Details continues to fly its big, gay flag. [Towleroad]
• Listen, Hilary Duff, you're cute. The new veneers? Hey, whatever floats your boat. But now you've taken it too far. [Just Jared]
• Ten things you should never tell the bouncer who's not letting you into the club, compiled by the bouncer who's not letting you into the club. [Clublife]

So all a woman has to do is ride a bike topless and she'll have a crowd of photographers following her— including, it seems, at least one real TV-news camera and, of course, the Daily News?

The good news this morning is that Goldman Sachs has generously deigned to remain in lower Manhattan. And it only took a bit of nudging to get the elite investment bank to stay. As the Times reports:

News comes today that Jeanine Pirro, the Westchester Country district attorney, will run against Hillary Clinton for U.S. Senate. They're both hard-charging, well-known, charismatic women. And they both have husbands who've been in the public eye. "Ms. Pirro's advisers also believe that in a Senate race," observes the Times, "the candidates' husband issues could cancel each other out."

We realize we're a little late on this, but it just came to our attention: City Council member Eva Moskowitz recently released a study criticizing the state Liquor Authority for not doing enough to quiet down loud bars. From Moskowitz's introduction:

Brian Ellner, one of two openly gay democratic candidate for Manhattan borough president (the other being Margarita Lopez), hones in on his target by taking his campaign to Fire Island Boulevard. We'd like to see C. Virginia Fields get that close to the Meat Rack.

It's been a bad summer to be a kid in the New York area, as the Times points out today. So far:

• What does the Murdoch family feud mean for 11 Spring Street? No one knows yet. [Curbed]
• Sudoku vs. Sodoku: One is a game transmitted by the Post, one is a disease transmitted by rats. We fail to see the distinction. [Hard, Cutting]
• Trickle-down Hottie contests. Nominate NYC politicos over at the Observer's Politicker. [The Politicker]
• Thank God we're not the only ones who confuse LES blogger/stalker Lindsay Robertson and Long Island actress /trainwreck Lindsay Lohan. [Lindsayism.com]
• Everybody loves a byline. [Overheard in New York]

This has nothing specifically to do with New York or media, but they tell us it's a big deal anyway: Sandra Day O'Connor just announced she's retiring from the Supreme Court.

She was up in New York, not in her usual D.C. comfort zone, and she was talking about quixotic Olympic bids, not quixotic war efforts. But it's remarkable how natural Condi looks in this photo. You'd almost think she has lots of experience giving brief speeches under the watchful gaze of a mostly empty-headed wannabe jock with an inexplicably optimistic grin permanently affixed to his face.

Only eight days left till the host city is chosen for the 2012 Olympics, and the NYC bid committee wants to make sure no one here at home is left out of the fun while the final presentations are being made in Asia next Wednesday night.

• Perhaps the wackiest gay-pride stunt ever: A straight pastor is unicycling down the East Coast, collecting "human stories" of gay Americans for inclusion in a book. Queer, indeed. [Good As You]
• The New York City branch of the Log Cabin Republicans endorsed Bloomberg today. Because it's nice to find a Republican candidate who doesn't actively hate you. [Boi From Troy]
• We were busy watching Today this morning, so we missed this incident from Regis and Kelly's cruise-ship trip, sent in by a vigilant reader:

State lawmakers want to boost touristm with an "I Love NY Beer" campaign.

It's not surprising when W. tries to screw over the city financially, but, still, it's worth noting. Reports the News:

Remember the new superstrain of AIDS that promised to make 2005 seem like 1985 for New York's gays? The one that was all over the press for a few days, and that prompted an hysterical New York magazine cover (on what was actually a skeptical article)? Yeah? Well, turns out it, um, sort of didn't exist. Here's the Post on this big whoops:

· Ed Klein's new biography on Hillary Clinton says that she was a total dyke and chowed box. Or was maybe just friends with women at Wellesley, God forbid. [Page Six]
· Marlon Brando went crazy before he died. It's okay, you can blink. [R&M]
· Page Six points out Radar magazine's strategically placed bashing of Observer writer George Gurley, which is particularly odd since they want George to write for them. Weird — we know editor Maer Roshan loves to play "games," but they usually involve sailor suits. [Page Six]
· Da Silvano owner Silvano Marchetto gets into a screaming match outside of his restaurant; patrons find his screaming about "pussy" to be delicious. [Lowdown]

We know that New York State Attorney General Eliot Spitzer is supposed to be the little man's savior, the one who brought big business to its knees, pleading for a death that will never come. (We also hear Spitzer found and protects the Ark of the Covenant.) But we still find his last few days of woe somewhat amusing.

It must be strange to be a gay Republican. It must be even stranger to be a gay Republican in Queens. (You'd have to decide whether or not you hate yourself based on which neighborhood you were in. We imagine one would just keep to Astoria.) This is probably why it's so confusing that Rep. Serphin R. Maltese of Queens is so angry that gay Republicans are taking up space on the Republican State Committee.

Hey, this is New York: Stuff like this never dies. Young Republican safe haven The New York Sun reports this morning that, in spite of the negatory vote earlier this week, the Jets are still considering building the damn stadium anyway. They haven't really found a catch, really; they've just kind of said, "well, uh, we could pay for it ourselves, we guess."

We know that smoking is bad, OK? And that smokers are bad people? And that anyone who so much as says the word cigarette should be cast down by stones in the town square? That if you see a smoker on the street, you should stab them in the face? We're all agreed on this, right?