While the war was raging elsewhere, I was stuck at CENTCOM, where I was supposed to be lobbing softball questions at generals. Naturally, I did the opposite. (Cue hate mail from Rush Limbaugh fans.)

For some people, everything changed. For other people, nothing changed. Just ask the agents and distributors and other media types who determine the relative value of 9/11 product.

The recent ridiculousness at Viacom -- 78-year-old chairman Sumner Redstone attempting to push out his successor, Mel Karmazin -- is just par for the course in the egomaniacal realm of moguldom.

The talking heads are collectively outraged, but somebody needs to let them in on this dirty little secret: Bill Clinton's sex life is deeply (and appallingly) normal.

Tom Friedman says he was merely the conduit for the Saudi peace plan, but the Times columnist has quietly, purposefully turned himself into our leading ink-stained statesman.

A couple of old vaudevillians are poised to become electronic publishers and turn the book business on its ear. That is, if they can get anyone to take them seriously.

How do you cover a war that’s a rerun (complete with another surreal Dan Rather–Saddam interview)—a war that’s all about a son trying to recapture his dad’s fleeting glory days?

Dave Eggers is the new media hero as anti-media hero, complete with acolytes. Is he the voice of his generation, or is he just mixing the Kool-Aid?

Voters are about to get hitched to a man who will set the tone of the times. Whom do you want to see each morning at breakfast?

George Bush's plan to win over the Jews (not exactly his best audience): Avoid conflicts at all costs and adhere strictly to Wasp values. It worked for me.