With the Journal's new look, the Times' new section, and the New York Sun's exercise in journalistic nostalgia, newspapering is suddenly hot. Is there a future on paper?

Rallying around a wartime president is one thing. But why does Dubya remain entirely untouchable even as we question his lieutenants -- and his increasingly disturbing policies?

Time Warner merging with AOL is the old story of the Titanic and that iceberg -- they're still scrambling for the lifeboats.

In our digital household -- which has the computing power of a small company -- the kids fight for cell-phone privileges, AOL accounts, and computer upgrades. Thank God my wife is chief information officer.

Mike Ovitz, former superagent, has rankled all of Hollywood in his new bid to be . . . Leonardo DiCaprio's water boy? Sure, if he can own the town (again).

We have entered the Age of the Wing Nut: In politics, just about everything counts more than competence. (So does that mean this columnist has a chance?)

Walter Isaacson is reinventing his magazine for an era when the news is dead and presidents don't matter as much as homework.

At Fox, the news isn't just partisan but gleefully partisan: conservative, red-in-the-face news narrowcast to the red states. And it's killing the competition.

Running full circle.

Fortune editor John Huey wanted to be a bon vivant like Esquire's Harold Hayes. But he ended up as a business weenie -- and the life of the party anyway.