A Little of the Old In and Out

In: Lorne Manley (link via Romenesko). I met Lorne Manley several years ago, during the Dot Com craziness, at the offices of Inside.com. Manley struck me as your typical good natured media addict, as well as a hugely competent writer. Lorne was just named Chief Media Writer at the NY Times. Gawker speculates on what this may mean for David Carr, and, to be frank, The Corsair is a bit confused as well. Whatever the case, The Corsair offers Manley the warmest congratulations.

Out: Restaurateur/ Magazine maven, John McDonald, according to Fashionweek Daily; and, speaking of David Carr:

"The New York Times' dogged media-beat cop, David Carr, has his sights set on a new target: restaurateur/magazine maven, John McDonald. Insiders say Carr is digging up everything there is to know on the boyish bar owner, who started out opening proto-hipster Soho hangouts Merc Bar and Canteen, and then branched out to launch City magazine."

In: Fashionweedaily's aggressive coverage of the fashion and media world's continues apace, with this chestnut on Orly Healy's new project:

"New York Post fashion editor, Orla Healy, is penning a tell-all book about life inside a celebrity magazine. The former In Style deputy editor?s book?which we hear has an outline and four chapters completed, but no publisher as of yet?will dish about the total abuse and wantonness of celebrities and their I-rule-the-world ?tudes. Sources close to The Daily say the book will chronicle the demands, idiosyncrasies, and insecurities of many celebrities she worked with as a celebrity editor. When reached for comment, Healy said, 'The funny thing is that I was originally deciding between writing a murder-mystery novel and about working at a celebrity magazine.' She added, 'The book is a giggle; it?s not really meant to be a thesis about the behind-the-scenes in wrangling celebrity covers.'"

Out: Leonardo DiCaprio, according to that significant cultural artifact The National Enquirer; stunning mannequin Giselle Bundchen -- she of the studied Sphynx like glare -- wants our favorite oversexed Scorpio named Leo to stop fucking other women. Riight (Averted gaze). Like that's going to happen:

"The rumored engagement of Leonardo DiCaprio, 29, and supermodel giggle B�ndchen, 23, doesn't seem to be slowing down The Aviator star's partying ways. On June 9, DiCaprio hung with actor pal Lukas Haas at Hollywood's Concorde nightclub, where they invited about a dozen to come to his Hollywood Hills home for a nightcap, an eyewitness says. Two days later, he hit the scene at Prey (Ed Note: What a meaningful name!), another L.A. hot spot, where he again reportedly hand-picked ladies for a late night get-together around 3 a.m.

"However, the next day, he and B�ndchen looked like the picture of domestic bliss as they shopped for plants in New York City. A source tells Star that the Brazilian-born model is waiting for DiCaprio to outgrow his party-monster ways."

Note to Giselle with the �mlauts: Rich, famous, irreligious Scorpio men who are regarded as godlike on the continent of Asia tend stop partying and settle down into monogamous, bourgois behavior when they are, oh, deep into their mid to late 70s.

In: Ben Affleck was embarrassed, according to Matt Damon in B Magazine (link via Ananova):

"... (Damon) admitted that Ben found it difficult to deal with the pressure of the high profile relationship.

"'I really felt for him because if you're on the cover of a magazine, it's generally to promote a movie... He was so embarrassed.'"

Out: Washingtonienne is getting 300 large for her book. We are so jealous, although ... er, we wouldn't want to do quite what she did to get the gig. I mean, aren't Americans already fucked by the Senate and the House? Why compound a bad situation and make it worse.

In: A propos of nothing, I have been reading St. Augustine's Confessions and while, no, I am not converting to Catholicism and giving up the blog, this essay, comparing and contrasting the moral schemes of both Augustine and Nietzsche is really fucking interesting. I've always thought that virtually every question of morality down the line, from citizenship to the meaning of power, lies somewhere in between the philosophies of Nietzsche and Augustine, one who just touched the Middle Ages, and the other who caressed the Postmodern (we really must come up with a less self-consciously ironic name for Our Age, how about, after Einstein, the Age of Relativity). Forgive me for being the eternal college student, I just turned 33 and The Big Questions are assaulting me, big time; you'll understand when you turn 33.