Hot enough for you? Wednesday should be about 10 degrees cooler, says Philadelphia Weather.
Jen Miller at Phillyist finds the meaning in Craigslist each week so you don't have to.
Another blog heard from: Philadelphia Weekly's the Out-Of-Towner - just asks famous visitors "What do you think about Philly." (Old 97s heart throb Rhett Miller wonders what T.O. will do to the Cowboys.)
Why Sal Fasano is better than Alex Rodriguez. (hat tip, Enrico)
Dan Rottenberg - or Gene Roberts, really - on the trick of turning a Philadelphian into a newspaperman.
David Byrne debunks the glory of record album art.
The man with the expense-account-to-die-for: NY Timesman and gourmand R. A. Apple on an amusing Bulgarian and other table-top adventures
Liberal bloggers to descend on Las Vegas.
Memories of the two CBS staffers killed in Iraq during the attack that critically injured network correspondent Kimberly Dozier. Update: Dan Rather's tribute.
Here's something you don't see every day -- a hopeful piece in the New York Times about the future of the Philadelphia Inquirer and Daily News.
The beauty part? In it, owner-to-be Brian Tierney tells former Inky scribe Kit Seelye that he isn't sure what newspaper people are supposed to wear:
While there is some fear of what one reporter calls "creeping Annenbergism," Mr. Tierney is looking for his own role models, studying everything from whether he should still contribute to the Republican Party (no, he has concluded, having examined the Grahams of The Washington Post) to whether to wear a tie. ("Is there a uniform for people in this business?" he asked.)
Tierney, you'll remember from this space, is the former PR exec who called on a homeless man last week at the news conference announcing the sale of the paper, prompting colleague Tanya Barrientos to comment that this was really a statement about how badly we dress around here.
My post on that prompted a phone call from a woman who retired from PNI in 2001. "It's nice to know that nothing's changed," she said. "That all our editorial people are still arrayed in their sartorial splendor." She recalled joining the papers in 1967, when there was a reporter - she thinks his name was Al Klempke - who "actually had a raincoat he wore from World War One."
I will not dwell on the day I was working on the City Desk and looked down to realize I was wearing two different shoes. (Hey, we'd just had twins.)
Perhaps Tom Gibbons (right), cop reporter and clothes horse extraordinaire, can be coaxed from retirement.