Time Is Running OutToday is your last chance to help decide who makes Time magazine’s list of the 100 most influential people on Earth; polls close at midnight. The newsmagazine, as we know, thinks quite highly of You, and so it has set up a Website on which you can vote for Your favorite candidates. Who’s leading? Well, we’ll grant that Time perhaps set itself up for trouble by putting David Beckham’s picture first on the voting page, and we’ll also acknowledge that this is, of course, the Internet, but, still: wow. Currently, the leaders are Rain (a Korean singer), Stephen Colbert, hockey star Sidney Crosby, video-game designer Shigeru Miyamoto, and Dane Cook. (To be fair, the highly substantive science writer Richard Dawkins is ranking sixth — though he’s seeming vulnerable to a late-breaking challenge from Kiefer Sutherland.) Noted statesmen as Sanjaya, John Mayer, and Salma Hayek are comfortably in the top 100, while it appears that John McCain, the Pope, and Osama bin Laden won’t be making the voters’ cut. Oh, You. (Time editors, by the way, will announce their own, presumably less-top-40-focused choices in Friday’s magazine.) —Ben Mathis-Lilley
The Time 100 — Are They Worthy? [Time.com]
De Niro and Bowie, Kushner and Trump, Wenner and Nye Make NiceRobert De Niro and David Bowie were cordial at Vanity Fair’s party for the Tribeca Film Festival, despite reports that De Niro is mad that Bowie’s High Line Festival comes right after Tribeca. Also at the party: “Friends” Jared Kushner and Ivanka Trump (as we told you yesterday). And Jann Wenner, with cuckolded boyfriend Matt Nye. Amy Sacco will open a hotel in the financial district. CBS’s Bob Schieffer and Lesley Stahl may have been behind a hit piece on Katie Couric in the Philadelphia Inquirer. Speaking of Couric, her cell phone ringtone is the Pussycat Dolls’s “Don’t Cha.” Bill Clinton is going to a party at Gabriel Byrne’s house to fundraise for Hillary. Les Moonves went to go see his son’s rock band play at the Plumm.
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A ‘Time’ to Laugh, a ‘Time’ to WeepSo the new Time magazine is out. We must say that we find it much like the old Time magazine, except that it is, well, a little prettier. (The Time logo on the cover is smaller, the cover teasers are now in boxes like, perhaps, a banner across a Web page? and the inside pages have a lighter, airier feel, with big, bold headlines.) It looks lovely which we’re sure we’d say if it hadn’t been designed by our admired pal Luke Hayman, who was New York’s creative director until he was lured away to work on Time’s makeover. Surprisingly, though, a controversy has arisen over this first new Time cover.
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La Plus ‘Time’ Changes…Has today been feeling a little different for you, with some extra electricity in the air? Are you thanking God even more than usual that it’s Friday? Of course! And why? Because today is the first Friday in 50 years on which readers could leaf through a brand-new Time magazine. Oh, that’s right, boys and girls: After months of fevered anticipation, the stalwart newsweekly has shifted its production schedule to deliver new issues to newsstands on Fridays instead of Mondays. We were naturally excited, then, to find the new issue sitting on our office desk today. We dug in, eager to see all that has changed. And after some serious consideration, we can now pronounce that the new Friday Time magazine is, well, very much like the old Monday Time magazine. Excitement!
January 15, 2007 Issue [Time.com]
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Selling This Book Will Be MurderOne of the few courtesies the press can accord the deceased — other than not parking satellite trucks on their families’ yards, which is of course out of the question — is to keep coverage of the departed respectfully free of playful rhetorical flourishes. You’d think this applies even a decade later, but, then, you don’t work at Time magazine. The stalwart newsweekly has reported that rights to If I Did It will revert to O.J. within twelve months, which means it’s likely we’ll see the book in stores — overseas, at least — by next Christmas. We’re glad for the info — but less glad for some of those flourishes:
But the title itself, like a bad penny, may resurface, perhaps before the end of 2007.
Murdoch’s high-profile rejection has only made the book more attractive. (Imagine the cover blurb: “The book that Rupert Murdoch doesn’t want you to read!”)
And so, alas, we will have to expect new chapters in the history of the crime of the last century.
Of course, it could have been worse. Herewith, some phrases we presume were included in the first draft but left on the cutting-room floor at the Time & Life Building:
But the title itself, like someone jumping out to murder you when you least expect it, may emerge from the hedge before the end of 2007.
Murdoch’s high-profile rejection has only made the book more attractive. (Imagine the cover blurb: “Okay, Rupert: The gloves are off!”)
And so, alas, unlike Ron and Nicole, this project just won’t die.
It’s fun for everyone! Well, except for the dead people.
O.J.’s Book, Back By Next Christmas [Time]
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Here’s Looking at YouLast year, Time Inc. laid off hundreds and hundreds of workers from all different departments and publications. This year, the mag giant has been trying to sell off a whole division. And now comes news that 27 consumer-marketing employees were laid off yesterday. It almost makes you wonder who’s left to keep the place running.
And then suddenly Time’s whole “You Control the Information Age” Person of the Year thing makes sense. Head’s up, You: You start Monday.
Holiday Hatchet Handiwork at Time Inc. [NYP]
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You’re the ‘Time’ Person of the Year, and Joel Stein Has Penis Envy
Oh, happy day. After weeks — nay, months — of buildup, Time’s Person of the Year issue is here. And if that’s not exciting enough on its own, it gets so much better: We’re the Person of the Year! (And so are you! And you! And even you, little Timmy!) Yep, that’s right: This year’s Person of the year is “You” — which is to say, the blogger, Flickr’r, YouTube uploader, Wiki contributor, and hive-minderer who the flagship title of a massive media company has now decided actually holds the keys to the Information Age. Naturally, then, Joel Stein takes a spin through multiplayer virtual world Second Life to find out what the hell You’re up to — which, this being Joel Stein reporting, is sex:
I spent the next 4 1/2 hours with Cristal as she took me to a waterfall, a snowy Christmas scene, a shipwreck and a sex club. At some point, she offered me a free penis. Much as I didn’t want to take it, it’s damned hard to tell even a fake woman that you don’t want the free penis she’s giving you.
The Freudian reading of this is unavoidable, that castrated Old Media is strapping one on just to stay in the nubile Web 2.0 game. It’s also terrifying. Because if print media’s wandering off to have sex online while leaving bloggers to handle the real reporting, we foresee much less coverage of Baghdad and much more of the Lower East Side.
My So-Called Second Life [Time]
It’s Not Easy Being a PatakiBreaking: Tinsley Mortimer shops for her own groceries! Kevin Federline is broke, steals food and booze from a restaurant. Emily Pataki failed the bar exam. How Kennedyesque. Former Tom Cruise sparring partner Brooke Shields is going to his wedding, perhaps as a publicity stunt. Nicole Kidman probably isn’t pregnant, Ivanka Trump maybe had a boob job, but Tom DeLay definitely nominated about-to-be House Speaker Nancy Pelosi as Time’s Person of the Year. Dave Chappelle bowed out of a gig for HBO, and HBO isn’t happy. Axl Rose brought some strippers to Soho House. Borat’s cultural learnings may soon be available in a Barnes & Noble near you. (Meantime, he’d do well to avoid getting into a fight with fellow Kazakh Wladimir Klitschko.) Bruce Springsteen made a surprise appearance at a London concert; the crowd liked him. George Gershwin and Ed Bradley were honored at Lincoln Center, where it is discovered that Mr. Gershwin used to be quite the ladies’ man. Liza Minnelli played a $1 million bat mitzvah pro bono. A former America’s Next Top Model winner ditched Tyra Banks as her manager, changed her last name. Angelina Jolie was going to adopt an Indian kid, but Madonna scared her off.
Bloomberg Gets Frisky, or NotMayor Bloomberg and Diana Taylor got naked in the back of a car. (And it wasn’t as exciting as you’d think.) A special-effects guy lost a hand while filming Leo DiCaprio’s Blood Diamond. Kelly Ripa says Katie Couric avoids her. Someone took pictures of Jennifer Aniston; Aniston’s bodyguard gave chase. A 16-year-old girl posted vaguely illicit photos of herself with Vincent Gallo on her blog; the world got creeped out. Molly Sims and her boyfriend are on the rocks. Barbra Streisand’s contract requires bomb-sniffing dogs, “neatly dressed” security guards. Bono buys overpriced jeans because David Beckham does. CBS White House correspondent Bill Plante’s adult son made a weird bomb threat on Martha’s Vineyard. Ron Perelman had dinner; so did Owen Wilson and Kate Hudson. Liz Smith thinks Kim Jong Il and Mahmoud Ahmadinejad should be Time’s “People of the Year.” People hate Ann Coulter, unless they love her. Everyone hates Heather Mills. “Page Six” refutes reports that Emily White is Giacchetto’s ghostwriter, which was reported on “Page Six.” The residents of 25 Tudor City Place have an overzealous super and will have a nasty co-op meeting. It’s good to be the “Let’s get ready to rumble” guy.