Hollywood bigshot Scott Rudin is all pissed at New Yorker movie critic David Denby, because he ran a review The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo a week early. They're so angry at each other that they're fighting. Over email!

The New Yorker's Malcolm Gladwell just wrapped up a three-city tour shilling for Bank of America and delivering "actionable advice" to its customers.

Why is everyone so damn worked up bike lanes, those green strips of pavement that have been popping up all over New York (and causing disputes) in the past few years? A New Yorker scribe is virulently opposed to them, and now everyone seems opposed to him.

Google has just introduced a new option that allows you to filter search results by "reading level." Who knows what black magick is behind this, but we thought it would be fun to compare some popular websites.

It's a question for the ages. Who's more smug: Biz Stone, the vegan, vodka-shilling Twitter co-founder, or Malcolm Gladwell, the New Yorker's wild-haired maker of memes? Stone today made the case against "smug... wrong... absurd" Gladwell, a known Twitter hater.

The New Yorker has published a detailed account of this Congress' (now abandoned) attempts to pass a climate change bill, co-written by Republican Sen. Lindsey Graham. Problem was, Graham thought he could write this major bill without Fox News noticing.

In your soggy Monday media column: the HuffPo unpaid writer revolt begins, the New Yorker's on the iPad, a CNN anchor admits he was molested, Bill O'Reilly and Glenn Beck are hated and loved, and John Koblin leaves the NYO.

Look, we're all post-racial liberal elites here who love us some New Yorker cartoons. But we can't help but think this week's winner of the cartoon caption contest is a bit offensive.

Mark Zuckerberg admits in a New Yorker profile that he mocked early Facebook users for trusting him with their personal information. A youthful indiscretion, the Facebook founder says he's much more mature now, at the ripe age of 26.

In your wounded Monday media column: prestigious magazines clash over characterizations, Dana Milbank is now more ostensibly respectable, the alt-weekly war in San Fran rages on, and another departure at Forbes.com

To punctuation expert Lynne Truss, The New Yorker is "that famous punctilious periodical." The last grammar mistake to appear in the New Yorker might have been made by a hungover E.B. White. But has this impeccable record finally been broken?

General Stanley McChrystal, commander of US and NATO forces in Afghanistan, along with aides in an upcoming Rolling Stone profile blasts senior Obama administration officials, like Vice President Joe Biden: "Biden? Did you say: Bite me?" Update: Story is online.

The New Yorker has published a hot 8,000+ word profile of jovial Arkansas ex-Gov. Mike Huckabee, now of Fox News. Will this "nice guy" run against Barack Obama in 2012, or is he too busy making offensive dirty jokes?

The New Yorker has created a list of 20 writers under 40 worth watching. You probably hate it already, without even knowing who's on it. But how can you complain about it, without looking jealous and bitter?

Have you ever wandered around Vegas on psychedelic drugs? Me neither. But it must be crazy with all the lights and sounds and those intense carpets! The 25CPW gallery has a new show all about casino drug rugs. [New Yorker]

The new New Yorker profile of Paul Krugman is great, and not just for the picture of the New York Times columnist holding his cat. It's also awesome for revealing Krugman as the wildest, effigy-burningiest economist with a Nobel Prize.

Whole Foods CEO John Mackey is everywhere! Why? Because he owns a hippie grocery store chain, is himself hippieish, and also he is a conservative libertarian dude! That makes the things he has to say newsworthy!

It's tough out there for science writers following in Malcolm Gladwell's footsteps. Not because he's so good, but because he's so wrong. Here's a rant by author Jeff Wise, republished from Psychology Today, on undoing Gladwell's damage to the facts.

Can you make a funnier cartoon than us in the new New Yorker online "Cartoon Kit?" Christ, I hope so. Submit yours in the comments, and win the admiration of your peers. That's what it's all about, we hear.

At this very moment, Levi Johnston is undressing for a Playgirl photo shoot. But last night he was at The Box accepting an award from Fleshbot while a scrum of reporters poked and probed the Wasilla boy for a story.