In case you were wondering, just because the Jets aren't getting their stadium paid for with public funds doesn't mean the Nets — they're from somewhere west of the River, we hear — aren't still building theirs. The NYT looks at why Brooklyn is going to get its stadium, whether it wants it or not.

Earlier, we introduced you to today's Look Book victim subject, NYU student and secret OlsenFriend Madison Brigode. But just because Madison is created in Mary-Kate's image doesn't mean she isn't worthy of our usual dissection — if anything, Madison is all the more deserving of our attention. This week, Intern Alexis rounds up AJ Daulerio, Timothy Gunatilaka, and Ian Chillag for their for an in-depth discussion of Madison's penchant for wearing dirty clothes.

Ground Zero may be totally over, but with reelection campaigns and political careers riding on it, it won't go away. Paul Goldberger weighed in with his plans for the site in the New Yorker, calling for more apartments for corrupt Giuliani associates. But will they have the same romantic End of the Affair aura now that the rubble is no longer smoking?

Today's Page Six once again tries its veiny hand at local politics, running an awkwardly-placed item suggesting that Daily News columnist Errol Louis has a bone to pick with mayoral candidate Gifford Miller because, Page Six claims, Louis was passed over for a job on Miller's staff. The Politicker called Louis for comment:

You kids with your celebrities and your general-interest magazines, I think you could all use a little more civic involvement. How many of you know there's a war going on? Did you vote in the primaries? When the hell are the primaries? Let's catch up on local politics, shall we?

The Times reports on Mayor Mike s first wave of advertising, all in Spanish:

We're not quite sure if this guy is serious or if he's joking (or if maybe he's both at the same time, like Andy Kaufman): Andy Horwitz is running for mayor on the "Blog Party" ticket. We suppose we ought to support his campaign, what with being a blog and all, but somehow we can't really work up the enthusiasm; he's just got such a boring platform. (A typical plank: "Accountability in the MTA and responsible public transportation development initiatives." Please.) Plus, what's a blog party without drinks, or at least Krucoff? We'll make this pledge, though: If Horwitz successfully picks a fight with Jerry Lawler, he's absolutely got our votes.

Somewhere, Frank Sinatra is rolling over in his grave: The Politicker has obtained an exclusive copy of the new NYC anthem (no, it's not anything from the Geto Boys). Composed by Frank Wildhorn with creative — nay, genius — lyrics by Jack Murphy, this one is destined to find its way into your iPod's heart:

In an attempt to be more than just the pasty white guy in the race, mayoral hopeful Gifford Miller tells The Times' Nicholas Confessore about his Lucy-like desire to be in the show. I've always liked singing," says the City Council speaker. "It finally struck me that if I could find some captive - and uncritical - audiences, I could indulge myself a little more." To that end, Miller, who says his eclectic musical tastes run the gamut from Bob Marley to Neil Diamond (black vote, check; Jewish vote, check), has been performing his little heart out on the campaign trail. Reviews in the paper seem positive, but we wanted a more professional appraisal. After the jump, our hastily-assembled panel of experts weighs in on the singing speaker's performance. AB

A Hispanic Roman Catholic, a black Baptist and a Jew walk into a bar sounds like the beginning of a really racist joke, right? (It is; e-mail us for details.) But it's also practically the lede of a story in The Times this morning on the lonely life of the white Protestant in New York City politics. According to Sam Roberts, City Council Speaker Gifford Miller's (second Caucasian from left in photo) mayoral campaign is finding it difficult to gain ground because young Giff worships at the altar of Wonder Bread in a bagel and tortilla town. So Giff's trailing in the polls because of the color of his skin? Guess that aggressively boring thing is just a bonus. AB

The buzz in North Salem, NY (and did you ever think you'd see those words in the same sentence?) concerns the mysterious landscaping events occurring at the home of one Michael Bloomberg. What nefarious scheme might our mayor want to keep private from the prying eyes of locals and the media? A summit with Karl Rove? A secret tryst with Bernie Kerik? The launch party for Radar magazine? (As if that's going to happen.) The sharp-eyed folks at The Times have the answer: It's all in preparation for daughter Emma's upcoming nuptials. No word yet on whether famously foul-mouthed mayoral spokesman Ed Skyler will be offering a toast, but we have heard a rumor that the cake will be in the shape of a West Side stadium. Which, you know, is the only way that thing will get built. AB

Mayoral candidate Fernando Ferrer has recently hired Democratic PoweR Girl Jen Bluestein as his campaign's chief spokesman but, as a commenter on The Politicker deftly notes, Bluestein's promotional skills aren't simply limited to politics:

Big Daddy Schumer is very disappointed. Pataki and Bloomberg aren't doing what they're supposed to and getting Ground Zero rebuild. And if they don't shape up, he's taking away their shiny new MasterCard: No more money for a JFK rail link.

We were so busy hating on Brooklyn earlier in the week that we didn't read far enough into New York mag to pay attention to Kurt Andersen's big sloppy wet kiss to Bob Kerrey, who for something like 20 minutes thought about running for mayor. Kerrey's quick in-and-out earned him the label "flaky," but Kurt's kind of in love:

· After the Times mentioned New School president Bob Kerrey's interest in the NYC mayoral race, Kerrey has withdrawn. Tomorrow, he'll re-enter under the guise of his favorite ex-employee, Actor's Studio robot James Lipton. [Page Six]
· Nicole Kidman has been taking theology courses at Pepperdine. The Malibu sun hasn't harmed her porcelain skin, but the Old Testament may have damaged any chance she had of getting back into the Scientology Celebrity Center. [R&M]
· Publicist Ken Sunshine speaks the truth: Hollywood flacks are a "fucking joke." [Lowdown]
· Another day, another audience scarred by Anna Nicole Smith's breasts. [Scoop]

The other day we reprinted some of the campaign promises of outsider mayoral candidate Christopher X. Brodeur.

Self-described "political activist / pain in the ass" and perennial New York City Mayoral Candidate Christopher X. Brodeur is back, and ready for 2005.