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  1. gossip girls
    Taylor Momsen’s Shocking Style Evolution: From Girlie Tween to Goth Glamour GirlThe 15-year-old ‘Gossip Girl’ actress has worn two startlingly Joan Jett–inspired looks in two weeks!
  2. gossip girl style
    Lorick Show Chock-full of Blair Waldorf WannabesThey also showcased an adorable and wonderfully ‘Gossip Girl’ collection.
  3. Back of the House
    Baron of BBQ to Hold Court SaturdayPaul Kirk, Kansas City’s “Baron of Barbecue,” gave New York RUB, the city’s best BBQ joint. On Saturday, he’ll lead a master class on his art at the Water Taxi Beach in Long Island City, covering the basics of cooking, fire management, sauce, rubs, spices, and even competition. The class is intended for professionals: The fee alone is 250 bucks, and that doesn’t include all the supplies you’ll need to bring, from cookers to fuel. (If you’re just looking to learn the basics, you can probably get away with buying the Baron’s book, available via his Website.) Contact Matt Fisher or Robert Fernandez to enroll.
  4. Back of the House
    Most Influential Young Chefs Named, Presented With Tchotchkes Move over, Bouley! Step aside, Jojo! You’re so over. There’s a new generation of “emerging tastemakers,” at least according to Food Arts magazine and their friends at Sterling Meats. Sunday night, meat purveyor and magazine jointly fêted ten young chefs who, they predict, “will be influencing what, where and how we dine out on a national level.” The chefs were presented with framed, diploma-like certificates and envy-inducing Masamoto cobalt-steel knifes.
  5. in other news
    The Risks of Celebrity Endorsements, and of Baseball Well, there’s integrity, at least.
  6. autosummary
    Finding an Immediate Family Here’s our not-quite-automated guide to New York’s feature stories. In “Meet. Mate. Multiply,” Rachel Lehmann-Haupt examines an interesting wrinkle in yuppie dating patterns: people who choose to rocket through that dating part, going from meeting to family in just a year or two. Keywords: Singles; dating; marriage; kids; fertility specialist; JDate; Connecticut. The details: As middle age looms, some single New Yorkers decide to take care of the whole settling-down thing in one fell swoop. We meet several of the resultant families — Scott and Erica, for example, who turned into Scott and Erica and Coco and Rubyrose within a mere year and four months — in their homes: “a one-bedroom apartment on Upper West Side,” “a bright Tribeca loft,” “an East Village walk-up,” “the house they are living in temporarily in Connecticut.” Crucial quote: “‘Yeah, meeting Lars, getting married, having a kid,’ says Sophie. ‘The pace of it all. I was an overachiever in college, and I’ve achieved all this in fifteen months.’” Takeaway: When the family-obsessed national culture meets the career-focused New York lifestyle, a weird vortex is created wherein people both postpone and rush through settling down. Which is not to say those people are any crazier than the rest of us. Read the full article here — and the full issue here.
  7. gossipmonger
    Luca’s Mommy, Dearest? If Madonna is adopting a baby from Malawi, his name is Luca. Joan Crawford had crabs. Dustin Hoffman bought vegetables at Fairway. Steve Wynn put his elbow through a Picasso. Screech’s sex tape is “quite humorous and, at times, arousing.” James Baker ate at ‘21.’ Horace Mann students made fun of their teachers. Penelope Cruz and Pedro Almodóvar partied with drag queens for their movie, Volver. Jimmy Fallon went to the Empire State Pride Agenda dinner last week; Anderson Cooper did not. City comptroller Bill Thompson is learning to speak Spanish. Harvey Weinstein hosted a Bobby screening; famous people attended. Keith Olbermann may have had a one-night stand with a woman who now blogs about it. Liz Smith thinks Garvey’s, in the theater district, has good nachos.
  8. the sports section
    Plague of the Yankees The signs, at first, were subtle. Moments after the final out found the back of the first-baseman’s glove in Detroit, eliminating the Yankees forever from the 2006 playoffs, meteorologists reported a slight dip in atmospheric pressure over the Eastern Seaboard. Old men across the Bronx sat up suddenly in bed, complaining of strange dreams and aching joints. Dogs across the city started to bark in shrill inexplicable waves. At 9 p.m., apparently realizing that the greatest offense in the history of human sport had been vanquished, the moon turned black and plunged into the sea. The Hudson River reversed its flow, ejecting Atlantic-bound eels and sharks and whales onto the West Side Highway, where they writhed and gnashed at each other in agony over yet another failed season.