The Times' online team presents a moving video, in which the resignation of Tom DeLay affects hipster Jews, sassy showgirls, and blind Ethiopians everywhere.

From "New DVDs," in yesterday's Times:

• Ad-sales side of Conde's forthcoming business mag is filling up; prez/pub David Carey expects mag to be fully staffed — biz and editorial — by Thanksgiving. [MIN]
• Breaking: More and more people people are reading newspapers on the web. [WP]
• Candace Bushnell, Cindi Leive, Jill Abramson, and Geena Davis win New York Women in Communications' Matrix Awards. [WWD]
• Bill Keller is overly absorbed with questions of self-absorption, says Jay Rosen. [Guardian]

While we've been busily trying to sort out our feelings about the new Times website — it seems more good than bad, though we do so hate change — a reader pointed us to a very exciting new feature:

Maybe it's not Alessandra's fault at all. Maybe it's just television that does it to you:

After two weeks of traveling the world in search of the finest and most exotic psychedelics, Intern Alexis is back on the island, well-rested and happy to be home. But something is different: our precious little literary crankpot is unquestionably perky this week, finding the Times Book Review to be actually enjoyable (she all but takes her pants off for reviewer David Gates). We'd say she's returned a changed woman, but we'll blame those TMA muffins she picked up in Thailand.

And at 4:30 in the afternoon, Arthur Sulzberger notices there've been changes to his website:

Yesterday's Times had a gruesome article on a breed of women known as the New York Blondes, a "polished, pedigreed creature [who] can usually be spotted in her natural habitat, the Upper East Side, dropping off her offspring at the Episcopal School, scrutinizing embroidered 480-thread-count sheets at Pratesi and sipping drinks at La Goulue." By the third paragraph, we burst into tears. This, we thought, is will be the death of us all, the conspicuous consumption of bleach as a status symbol. We grieve not just for the Gray Lady, but for women everywhere:

• "Katie Couric's deal to move to CBS News is completed in principle, and an announcement that she is leaving NBC might come as early as this week." Which would be a relief, so we could finally stop hearing speculation about it. [TV Week]
• Budget Living's failure shows that indie mags just don't work anymore. But shhhhh... Ron Burkle might hear. [NYT]
• Jim Cramer says the Times should ditch paper and move entirely online. He's crazy, of course, but in that case also probably right. [NYM]
• The NYT's new web redesign — and the Journal's of a few weeks ago — are about creating more ad inventory and adding news aggregators. [Ad Age]
• Is Hearst looking to replace Glenda Bailey at Bazaar when her contract is up later this year? Well, no, says the company, and her numbers look good, too. [WWD]
• ESPN to start broadcasting dominoes games (matches?). Remarkably, this does not seem to be an April Fools joke. [NYT]
• NYO TV columnist Rebecca Dana has a signed picture of Richard Dawson on her mantelpiece. We're a little jealous, to be honest. [Jossip]

The New York Times debuts an exciting major redesign of its website this morning. The fonts are different! It's wider! There are new navigation options! And perhaps most interestingly, there's a new feature for personalized home pages, called MyTimes. Explains NYTimes.com EIC Len Apcar:

• Michael Kinsley thinks newspapers should give up on objectivity. We, of course, despise that idea of subjective coverage. We really despise it. [Slate]
• The latest Times/TimesSelect op-ed/website combo: Columns from Judith Warner. [NYTCo.]
• Sales are finally picking up at OK! America, and so Sarah Ivens gets a new contract. [NYP (second item)]
• Is CBS using Public Eye to take potshots at NBC? One can hope. [LAT]
• John Huey has good taste in lip balm. [WWD]

And the process of turning Gerry Marzorati from Times Mag editor into something else continues apace. This memo just in from Bill Keller:

We know it is not particularly cool for those of us in New York to care about what goes on across the Hudson River, unless perhaps it's happening within the city limits of Montclair. But if you'll forgive a Jersey native for a moment: Sharpe James dropped out of the Newark mayoral race less than an hour ago, and that's sort of amazing. Especially after his high-drama entry a week and a half ago, when he put on a tank top, a straw hat, and rode a police bike across Newark City Hall to deliver his petitions. It ends an era in Jersey's biggest city.

Last week, Page Six ran the following blind item:

An article in yesterday's Times:

When we heard this morning that disgraced former Times editor Howell Raines had sold his West Village townhouse and would likely be remaining at his erstwhile vacation place in Pennsylvania, we figured we'd go take a look at what he's leaving behind. Turns out the Howell house has long been, coincidentally, our favorite on its block, with a pretty fabulous old portico (that's not the right word, but we don't know what is) over the front door. It is also, perhaps more interestingly, just down West 11th from the home of Raines' literary antagonist, Seth Mnookin. (Google Maps calls it .3 miles.)

It's things like this that make us realize just how colossally dorky we are:

Eagle-eyed blogger Dan Radosh noticed the following this morning:

Prepare yourself for yet another Timesian we-didn't-do-any-due-diligence mega mea culpa, this time shaking the heretofore hard-hitting reporters of the Styles desk to their very core. In yesterday's annual hey-look-beards-are-in expose, fashion reporter Eric Wilson suggested that the facially hirsute folks at Vice are vying "with the pro-facial-hair contingent of an editorial rival, Spin, where a rash of new beards has broken out." But the truth is — and please make sure you're sitting down before we shatter your Woodsteinian notions about ThuStyles — we're told no one at Spin has a beard.

• The art you've always wanted: A sculpture of Britney Spears giving birth. On a bearskin rug. And "the crowning of baby Sean's head." Where would you find such a thing? In Williamsburg, of course. [Send2Press]
• This week's Times correction of the week: "An article in The Metro Section on March 8 profiled Donna Fenton, identifying her as a 37-year-old victim of Hurricane Katrina who had fled Biloxi, Miss., and who was frustrated in efforts to get federal aid as she and her children remained as emergency residents of a hotel in Queens. Yesterday, the New York police arrested Ms. Fenton, charging her with several counts of welfare fraud and grand larceny. Prosecutors in Brooklyn say she was not a Katrina victim, never lived in Biloxi and had improperly received thousands of dollars in government aid." People are so nit-picky these days. [NYT]
• AC 360 finds a new scourge to campaign against: The evil practice of puppy smuggling. [CNN]
• There are dates that end well and dates that end less well. And then there are dates the end in night court. Even worse, without Judge Harry T. Stone. Yikes. [CourtTV]
• Is this for real? Who knows. But it would seem that Mobile, Ala., residents found themselves a leprechaun on St. Patrick's Day, according to the local NBC affiliate. [YouTube]