In honor of the close of Newsweek's print edition last month a former intern looks back on one summer, 13 years ago.

Jodi Rudoren, the weirdly named Jerusalem bureau chief of the New York Times, likes to keep in touch with friends and readers via the social networking web sites Twitter.com and Facebook.com, as literate human beings in the developed world are often wont to do these days. But she is a Timeswoman! And since someone, somewhere, might object to Rudoren's musings if they are reproduced without the intercession of a bureaucrat tasked with draining them of all immediacy and character, she is now being assigned a Twitter Editor.

While the entire world that cares about this stuff had its attention trained on a Daily Telegraph report that The Guardian was in "serious" discussions about ending its print edition (a report the Guardian denies), Newsweek's editor-in-chief Tina Brown was busy penning an announcement that her publication was past the point of discussion and on to the implementation stage.

Internet blogs are killing newspapers and stealing from them and full of blowhards who don't know what they're talking about, so where does the Washington Post look for it's next "great pundit"? The internet.

Newsweek's Johnnie L. Roberts reports that Ebony, which was founded with a $500 loan in 1942, is in "big, big trouble" and shopping itself to Time Warner and Viacom.

The New York Times, which six months ago forced staffers to take a 5% paycut, has been overpaying its publisher and CEO for nearly two years in violation of its own compensation rules. We're supposed to bail these people out?

Variety, the Hollywood trade newspaper with its only secret language based on words like "ankle" and "boffo" into its copy, has confirmed that it plans to put most or all of its web site behind a paywall.

The NYT Magazine's cover story about a euthanizing, beleaguered hospital during and after Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans dropped today. It's estimated to have cost around $400,000. What kind of reporting does that buy? The expensive, endangered type.

It must pain Jann Wenner to see his other properties start succeeding where flagship Rolling Stone squandered possibilities and descended into irrelevancy: online. Now that US Weekly's site has heat, Wenner's finally starting to line up RS's strategy of "whatever."

Lest they offend their many laid off friends, anyone who's kept their job in print media will tell you they're one of "the lucky ones." But privately, survivors talk of the malaise sweeping medialand. This is one of them.

Explaining why newspapers (but not journalism) are dying, Bill Wyman doesn't romanticize them: "So, sure, an average newspaper did print some serious journalism. But is that most of what they did, or even anything more than a tiny part?"

Jill Abramson, New York Times managing editor for news, has a new column: "This is the first article in a weekly series about the challenges and satisfactions of raising a puppy through its first year of life."

Forty years ago today, some guys landed on the moon and walked around, and there were thousands of money-making newspapers on hand to chronicle it. They used words like "spacemen" and drew nifty mod-looking illustrations. Here's a front-page gallery.

Was former Village Voice and New York Press editor David Blum—whose tour through New York's dying weeklies has, fairly or unfairly, been regarded as a kiss of death—behind the bright idea of firing 10 New York Observer staffers?

Hello, Pink Lady! David Geffen, the wealthy friend of Dorothy, wants to buy the New York Times. Fantastic news for the paper's gay mafia.

We heard about a sadly not fake memo Steve Forbes sent out this afternoon to everyone at Forbes who hasn't been laid off announcing unpaid furloughs and pay-cuts. [Updated: More details after the jump.]

Internet porn has devastated old-fashioned smut rags. We now hear a top executive at FriendFinder Networks, the publisher of Penthouse, wants to close the money-losing magazine down. But his boss denies it.

Newspapers are dead. Google and Sharon Stone's ex-husband killed them.

Esquire editor David Granger loves the Amazon Kindle. Sort of. The e-book reader gives him hope that Internet-shortened attention spans will lengthen enough to spark a renaissance in books and magazines. He's utterly delusional.

Why is the Gray Lady building websites for the obscure suburbs of South Orange, Maplewood, and Milburn? Perhaps because those are the exact same towns Google executive Tim Armstrong picked for Patch, his local-news startup.