Great moments in photo editing.

Judith Miller, one of the two reporters imminently en route to jail for refusing to reveal her source in the Valerie Plame case, launched a blog yesterday to tell her story. Joe Strupp, E&P's answer to both Woodward and Bernstein, reports:

Also: Lifetime looks 'beyond gender'; ESPN looks 'beyond sports'; The Food Network looks 'beyond food'; and VH1 looks 'beyond quasi-ironic clip shows featuring moderately amusing talking heads.'

The Times published a nice little story on the front of today's Business section extolling the virtues of corporate nepotism, at least at media companies like McGraw-Hill.

From a correction printed in yesterday's Sunday Styles:

From yesterday's Times corrections:

With the hipsters moving to the Upper East Side, where's left for a self-respecting yuppie to live? The "SoBro," of course. Says the Times:

Shit. Now we're being much too fucking earnest.

Nah. It's probably just going through a bear phase.

For the record, we're going to beat this Gay Thursday Styles into the ground (image at right being all the justification we need). With that in mind, today's edition is perfectly timed (what, with Pride Week and all) and tightly focused on the most important of details: what one wears to the airport. Increased security makes your clothes all the more important — but how to maintain style and not set off the metal detectors? Grosgrain belts, flip-flops, and Hard Tail pants (circa Greek Week 2001) are advised, as are dress shirts with a front pocket for your boarding pass and pocket protector. Detailed, no?

Surprisingly, it's not.

An announcement from last night's Publisher's Lunch:

The way we've been able to tolerate living in this increasingly neo-fundamentalist country is by viewing the Hudson as an impermeable membrane, comfortable that on our side, at least, lies that pleasant muck of atheism, decadence, and iniquity in which we all wallow. Then we heard Billy Graham was coming. But, on more reflection, we figured that's OK, too: We have characters of all sorts in this city, and if New Yorkers can tolerate Jocelyn Wildenstein and Al Goldstein and John Rocker and the Naked Cowboy, why not tolerate some evangelically religious dude for a few days? But now the Times tells us that there is actually a "varied, vibrant, and, by many accounts, growing population of evangelical Christians" living within the city. Which totally freaks us out.

If we're reading David Carr right — and, to be fair, we're not at all sure we are — Tom and Katie gave a press conference immediately after getting engaged because Michael and Catherine sold the rights to their wedding pictures to a British gossip mag a few years ago.

There's a spring in the step of everyone at the Times, and it's because tomorrow, June 21, is the greatest day of the Timesian year: Seersucker Day! In a tradition that stretches as far back as Maureen Dowd's dating history, all Times staffers are encouraged to wear anything with seersucker to 43rd Street, promoting both casual summer style and forced, office-wide fun. (J.Crew catalogs will be distributed to all employees who fail to demonstrate the necessary amount of Team Times spirit.) We are, of course, accepting any and all photo documentation of tomorrow's wild and crazy antics.

Dear Bill Keller:

A piece of 20th-century postwar furniture, a trestle table by Carlo Mollino designed in 1948, broke the million-dollar mark at auction at Christie's New York last Thursday, a first. But nobody expected it to keep going, sailing to a selling price of $3.824 million — nearly 20 times the high estimate — that left an audience of insiders smirking and shaking their heads.

As part of the job cuts The New York Times Co. announced last month, the flagship paper will eliminate its Employee Assistance Program, the in-house counseling office most famous for attempting to assist employee Jayson Blair. The program's, director, Patricia Drew, received a buyout offer, and, in the Observer, Blair is rallying to her defense.

Monday brings this summer's Restaurant Week, when 201 eateries around town will offer three-course lunches for $20.12 (must the Olympics campaign overtake everything?) and dinners for $35. We're very much in favor of the Week (actually, two weeks this year), appealing as it does both to our foodie side and to our cheap side. As it happens, though, some restaurants are less supportive; it's hard to make the math work at those prices, and, as we've always suspected, some chefs skimp on Restaurant Week meals. The Times uncovers some schemes...

As we do every morning, we go through our handy Times email and scan the headlines for things of personal relevance. So of course we noticed today's health piece on mental illness — which reminded us of Sunday's health piece on mental illness. Which, in turn, reminded us of last Tuesday's health piece on mental illness.