• Pew study says young people get their news mostly online. You don't say. [USAT]
• Finally, your chance to be a Times White House reporter. [Media Mob/NYO]
• That British fashion writer who sold How to Wear Black to S&S if apparently even more full of shit than we already knew; also, Joanne Lipman continues staffing up the TK-eventually Conde business mag. [WWD]
• Boston Globe ad sales stink, and it's bringing down the whole Times Co. [NYP]

We're not sure how we missed this in our fashion roundup, but an alert tipster points us to the following Online Shopper column, "The Search for Grown-Up Pants," in which Michelle Slatalla decides to wait for it buy a pair of pants. We can't wait until the video where Ariel Kaminer tells you that they go on one leg at a time.

Lately we've been kind of into this whole ask-for-things idea. (It's new for us, and apparently it works.) So yesterday we reported the rumor that Judy Miller is working on a piece for The Atlantic, and we asked for your help. "Anyone have more confirmation that Judy's working for The Atlantic?" we queried. "On what? To be published when?" You can imagine our excitement, then, to find on the Observer's Media Mob sorta-blog today the headline, "Miller Back From Middle East, Writing for Atlantic." Gabe Sherman reports:

This week's edition of Thursgay offers a panoply of hard-hitting journalism and reportage. Rather than take each item individually (although, trust us, we could), we're going to give you the gist:

We like technology, really we do. (Yay, technology!) But we confess that David Pogue's latest wet dream, recounted in today's paper, leaves us a bit flummoxed. It seems there's a new gizmo that, when hooked up in your house, allows you to watch your home TV anywhere you can get a WiFi signal to your laptop — or even a cell signal to your Treo. ("Now you can watch your home TV anywhere you can make phone calls — a statement that's never appeared in print before today (at least not accurately)," Pogue proudly proclaims.)

Last we heard from Judy Miller — or, at least, the last time we were paying attention to Judy Miller — she was skulking away from the Times and promising, in her negotiated farewell letter to the editor, to continue fighting for truth, justice, and the American way. "In my future writing," she vowed, "I intend to call attention to the internal and external threats to our country's freedoms — Al Qaeda and other forms of religious extremism, conventional and W.M.D. terrorism, and growing government secrecy in the name of national security — subjects that have long defined my work." But the question has been: For whom would so do this writing? Then we received an email from a reliable source:

• Plan to sex up National Magazine Awards event includes performance by Wynton Marsalis, an award presentation by Anderson Cooper, and maybe — if we're really lucky — an award presentation by Heidi Klum. And for the big finish, ASME president Mark Whitaker, Newsweek's editor, will join Time's Jim Kelly for a choreographed performance of Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better. [NYP]
• Rolling Stone reality show moving along nicely and set to start taping in July. But there's bad news, too: "[C]ast members will be selected based largely on merit as opposed to, say, sex appeal and a penchant for sociopathic behavior," which sounds no fun at all. [WWD]
• Times reporters continue to write books, continue to be confused — to the union's chagrin — about the rules under which they are or are not allowed to write them. [NYO]
• Jessica Simpson, Ashlee Simpson, Britney Spears, and Tom Cruise moved the most mags in 2005. [MIN]
• Time Inc. reaches $4.5M settlement in subscription-renewal investigation. Now if they'd just do something about those fucking subscription-renewal cards. [Reuters]

The New York Times Co. paid Arthur Sulzberger a salary and bonus of $1.6 million in 2005, but don't think that means things are flush on 43rd Street. Quite the contrary: AME Bill Schmidt put out a memo this morning reminding employees of the current "period of financial angst" and all the ways everyone can cut back to make sure the paper makes it through. So remember, all you rank-and-file reporters and editors: Take a layover for a cheaper airfare. Brown-bag your departmental lunches. Share your newspaper and magazine subscriptions. And, for the love of God, never ever direct-dial a call from a hotel room. There is, however, one bit of good news in all this. If you cannot find a cab, or if you're coming from a place where a yellow cab to the airport would cost a fortune, car services are once again acceptable. Hurrah!

"Literary Novels Going Straight to Paperback," by Ed Wyatt, the Times, today:

A memo just out from Bill Keller this afternoon announces that Gerry Marzorati, the editor of The New York Times Magazine since Adam Moss decamped for New York, will get a promotion to assistant managing editor and, with it, a spot on the paper's masthead. It seems as though he'll still be doing his same old job — producing the magazine each week, overseeing the various monthly and quarterly and biannual supplementary magazines. But with the great new title, it seems, comes great responsibility. "We want him to help identify and develop the next generation of editors for the magazines and magazine-like sections of the paper, particularly from within the paper," Keller writes. "We want him to be a bridge between the magazine and the newspaper on big enterprise, lending a hand (or the hands of his editing staff) to Glenn where appropriate on long narrative enterprise that can use a magazine touch, and making the magazine's pages more available as a showcase for projects that originate in the newsroom. We want him to work with the Web on developing a unique Times Magazine presence on our website, including an Internet luxury magazine."

For those of you keeping track at home, let's run down the tortured history of the Times coverage of that Picasso sold through Costco.com.

• Times happily runs advertising section from Sudan, whose leaders — as Times columnist Nick Kristof likes to point out — are encouraging genocide. [NYDN]
• Lewis Lapham, as he steps down from Harper's editorship, will keep working. And keep smoking. [WP]
• One Park, a reality show about life at AMI, moves closer to happening. Except that the lawyers are against it, chief David Pecker is against it, and the company doesn't have the rights to the name "One Park." But, you know, otherwise things are good. [WWD]
• CJR disses Marketwatch media writer Jon Friedman. Hard. [CJR Daily]

A few weeks ago, the Times' critical shopper Alex Kuczynski wrote about her less-than-fantastic experience at Los Angeles' overpriced mecca of trendy shopping, Fred Segal. During her time there, she Kuczynski reported that the salesgirl who was helping her abruptly disappeared when someone else showed up, another salesman told her she was not allowed to take notes while in the store, and her overall bad shopping experience was bookended with many a Hummer and Maybach. No one ever said reporting for the Times was easy.

The Times has a story today about Tishman Speyer's plans for the newspaper's 43rd Street headquarters after the newshounds pack up and move to their new tower around the corner next year. When it reopens in 2009, according to the report, there'll be office tenant in the upper floors, retail establishments in the truck bays from which, until 1997, newspapers left the building early each morning, and what sounds like a big-box retailer in the underground "soaring and now vacant pressroom." Does Arthur Sulzberger Jr. have any memories of the chaotic process of printing and distributing the paper each night from the heart of midtown? "I do," the publisher tells reporter David W. Dunlop. "But nothing you could print in the pages of a family newspaper."

We were disappointed — thought not, truth be told, particularly surprised — to click through and discover this article was not in fact about hand sanitizers with bad attitudes, cutting school and hanging out by the train tracks to smoke cigarettes with kids from bad families. Transgressive hand sanitizers seemed so much cooler and more interesting than usual. Sigh.

• Early this morning, Melania Knauss crapped out Donald Trump's baby. A reader earlier told us the baby boy will be named Barron William Trump, though we've no confirmation on that. What we do know, however, is that if Barron weren't Donald Trump's son, the Donald would probably be dating him. [Gothamist]
• Any man who calls himself a "cougar" deserves to be shot. [NYP]
• There seems to be a blog for everything, so why not one dedicated to the ugly couches for sale on Craigslist? [Revolting Sofas]
• All those people waiting in line for Trader Joe's, and they're not even selling booze yet. Fools. [Consumerist]
• Whether you feel it or not, spring has sprung. Or so sayeth Shake Shack, which reopened today. [Eater]
• David Brooks, revisionist of his own history. [Radosh]
• It's a particularly choice day for Drudge: At the time of this writing, he's got Buddha Boy, freak weather, baby monkeys, and a deformed lamb up on his site. It's like he's revealing his soul. [Drudge]

Truth is, for all the talk of instant news and reader-generated news and blogs and podcast and streaking video and all of that, the thing on the internet that's really doing the most to kill newspapers is Craigslist. Sure, readership might be disappearing at the same slow trickle it's been disappearing for years — and sure that's a problem — but the bigger problem is the much faster disappearance of classifieds revenue as people selling used cars and people selling real estate and, especially, people who need to fill jobs, move their listings online. As an article in the business section of today's Times notes, The San Jose Mercury News, for example, in 2000 saw $118 million job-listings revenue; last year that number was $18 million.

Perhaps it's the within-the-city, streaming-video version of the Sports Illustrated cover curse: In Friday's Times, and in an accompanying video tour on the Times site, Ariel Kaminer sang the praises of that weird Bulgarian Bar — it's called Mehanata — on the corner of Canal and Broadway. The next day, the blog Slavs of New York received this email:

We read with interest the lead story in yesterday's Metro section, "Hell's Kitchen, Swept Out and Remodeled." We're always intrigued by the changing face of the city, we're recently frustrated by the disappearance of neighborhood quirks and characters, and we're saddened by the increasing unlikelihood of ever again finding rival dancing gangs on the West Side. And while the article touched on all those points, we were most intrigued by this one:

Published in yesterday's paper: