ISIS fighters couldn’t convince a beloved Syrian archeologist to give up the location of valuable antiquities, but they can blow up everything still nailed down—and according to reports, they are: on Sunday operatives exploded a 2,000-year-old temple in the ruins of the ancient Roman city of Palmyra.

Have you been wondering why power couple Steven Rattner and Maureen White, rich Democratic fundraisers and friends to all local plutocrats, are supporting Harold Ford? Because Kirsten Gillibrand broke Maureen's brothers heart.

Very few famous people died this week! (Though, to be fair, a couple of them still did.) So we passed the time worrying about other things.

Look, this is the business card of what we would call an "Urban Marketing Agency," from back in the olden days. Oh, the shamelessness! Luckily we have made much progress since then:

Good news: Sarah Palin's Neiman Marcus shopping spree was legal, the FEC declared. Which is good, 'cuz Tripp and Trig are growing boys and someone's gonna have to shell out for their toddler tracksuits. [ADN]

Former Interview editor Ingrid Sischy profiles former fashion designer Calvin Klein for the increasingly dated Vanity Fair, at great length. It's not so much a feature as a biography, without any stunning revelations-except that the designer, whose 1980s billboards put gay iconography in Times Square, is one of the world's last remaining bisexuals. "That was a period of time when sex was everywhere, as were drugs. Not for everyone, of course. I've experienced-and I've said it before-a lot of my fantasies. I've experienced sex with men, with women. I've fallen in love with women. I've married women. And I have a family." Oh, and, in one of the moments he wasn't busy marrying women, Klein may have succumbed to the charms of Romeo, one of the models whom photographer Bruce Weber turned into a pin-up. Photograph: Calvin Klein in a 1979 ad for his label.

Google News is re-indexing some Fast Company articles from the turn of the century, so classic articles like "Built to Flip" have turned up in news alerts as if they came out this morning. Reading this stuff is like pawing through National Geographics from the 50s — the customs are strange, the references archaic, the topless shots of natives disappointing. For instance:

Meg Hourihan dug up a pic (640x480 original) of her partner Evan Williams at Pyra Labs in their pre-Blogger days — ages before Google snapped up the little development company, and in the first golden age of idea whiteboards. Haven't tried calling that phone number at the top, but special love (and a comment account) to anyone with the nerve to do it.