• CNN reports that the second person on the plane (and the second fatality) was Cory Lidle's flight instructor, but no name has been released, nor is it clear who was at the controls. Incredibly, no injuries reported in the building itself.

The flying? I'm not worried about it. I'm safe up there. I feel very comfortable with my abilities flying an airplane.

You know, Alec Baldwin was great in the The Departed, but that doesn't mean he can bully his way past a police line. We recognize that Cory Lidle's plane crash and death might have interfered with Baldwin's commute, and after all, any tragedy could benefit from Baldwin's trademark brand of masculine gravitas. But give it time, man. Too soon.

Craigslist's censors are working overtime to remove swarms of jokey classified ads for apartments in the building hit by Cory Lidle's plane. Trust us, even discounting the black humor factor, they're not funny. But maybe if we run one, you'll stop clogging up our inbox with the hilarious forwards that came over the interoffice mailing list? Please? OK, deal. Click after the jump if you must, knowing that we in no way endorse the following. We won't bother to link, as the following ad is already gone.

Current updates on the Manhattan plane crash:

More on the crash of Yankee pitcher Cory Lidle's plane on the Upper East Side: Deadspin finds this photo of Lidle and his plane, and a quote from his former teammate, Arthur Rhodes, who had this to say about Lidle after he was traded to the Yanks in July: "The only thing Cory Lidle wants to do is fly around in his airplane and gamble. He doesn't have a work ethic."

Our relations at Deadspin are collecting reports that the plane which crashed into the Upper East Side building was registered to — and probably piloted by — New York Yankees pitcher Cory Lidle. ("This is totally what happens when Detroit wins," says one person on the street. Please, no hate mail.) Pretty much every news outlet you can think of is all over this one, so go forth and soak up the tragedy.

The crash, at 72nd and York on the Upper East Side. After the jump, a couple more shots.

Now do you really need the location where Fabian Basabe keeps his unfortunate beard-bride prisoner? If so, peruse this map of Manhattan socialite homes. It's a toss-up between useless and inaccurate, but at least it doesn't track Mike Myers and his hockey stick.

Industrious data-miner and Jane-blogger Lindsay Robertson imports a maneuver from the Los Angeles Times, checking out what the neighbors are renting from Netflix via their "local favorites" listings. Cruelly, Netflix doesn't do New York by ZIP code, denying us the chance to compare the Lower East Side's preference for slash porn to the Upper West's inclination for complete seasons of PBS programming. Nevertheless, we do get results by borough, giving us the following top-ten for Manhattan:

One would assume just from the blog's name that "Midtown Lunch" is entirely empty, like those blank-paged books entitled "German Humor." Yet the ML blogger makes a good-faith attempt to locate and even consume lunch in midtown Manhattan, whereas most midtown dwellers are content with their rations of soup, salad, and shit on a shingle. And even though the blogger cheerfully admits that midtown is a culinary wasteland, he nevertheless embarks on hellish excursions like "Falafel Week." Which is immediately followed by "Constipation Weekend."