The hedge-funder Seth Tobias was found dead in his pool. His hard-partying wife has been accused of his murder by her internet psychic, who also says the hedge-funder was having an affair with a male stripper named Tiger. And it just gets more sordid from there.

Just ask him.

Sebastian Telfair’s cuddly image and his basketball pedigree have won him a place in the NBA and a multi-million-dollar Adidas contract. But can he play?

The quixotic candidacy of the Partying patrician who wants to be governor, again.

Mike Burns lived and breathed Saatchi’s Cheerios account for twenty years. But when Kevin Roberts, Saatchi’s smooth-talking, sloganeering, black-clad CEO, pushed him too far, he sadly said good-bye to the brand he loved—and seventeen others followed him out the door. A story of loyalty and mutiny in an ad agency.

New York is suddenly brimming with Dunkin’ Donuts stores. And with a Starbucks on every corner, a coffee class war is brewing.

Ex-goofball act Nada Surf has a tight, eloquent new album and an O.C. moment.

Keith Olbermann fumbled his way through sportscasting and talk-show gigs with varying degrees of success. Now he’s found his niche as a truth-telling, Bush-bashing accidental liberal hero.

It’s a long way from 9/11/01 to 11/04/08. New Yorkers may be surprised by how far Rudy Giuliani has come already. But that’s only because we know him.

Fortunately, the Knicks have a lovable midget of a sideshow in Nate Robinson. Just seeing Robinson on the court, a David among a gaggle of Goliaths, is entertaining.