You've heard of n+1? Well, The New Yorker just got nine plus one—that's ten National Magazine Award nominations, more than anyone else got. Why? Because even with all the cool stuff on the web, and cool new print magazines coming out all the time (see above), it's still the best magazine in the world, probably the best magazine that ever was (in the words of that vaguely seedy commercial that ran on late-night TV for a million years). From the Times:

The weekly New Yorker received 10 nominations in 9 categories in the 40th annual award lineup. The categories include best magazine for general excellence among magazines with a circulation of one million to two million, and best of the public interest category for three articles by Seymour M. Hersh last May, including one on the Abu Ghraib prison scandal.

Speaking of general excellence, Philip Gourevitch is jumping over to The Paris Review. It's a great choice (among many superlative choices). AP: "Gourevitch did say he wanted to add nonfiction, especially 'voice-driven' reporting 'you want to read' because of how it's written as opposed to what it's about." Yep, that sounds pretty New Yorkery. Many other magazines should take note. Gourevitch is working with another incredible well of talent now; it'll be interesting to see what he does now that he's in charge. If you haven't looked at their site in a while, take a look at the Writers-at-Work archive, "The DNA of Literature"—it'll blow your mind.

In other breaking news, Michele Zipp, Playgirl editor and brave Republican, is leaving. All I can say is, praise the Lord, because that is the most boring magazine that ever was. Except for maybe...how about I let you fill in the blank? On the Playgirl homepage (not to be confused with that of Cosmogirl!—"Battle of the Boys: Who's hotter? You decide! A new guy every day!"):

Finally, the issue of Playgirl that everyone's been waiting for! Join us as we explore living like a hedonist and sleeping on ice, plus edible products, sexual health, and our "friends with benefits." Plus, more MEN! The most unbelievable photos of gorgeous guys including an exotic man from Miami, a tattooed rocker, and a kissable boy-next-door. On newsstands now.

Playgirl—a.k.a. Entertainment for Insomniacs—may want to join the rest of us in the 21st century and expand its reach a bit beyond mooning over Miami and kissing the boy next door. Perhaps if they were on the same page...

Happy birthday to my sister Kate, who doesn't need to sleep on ice to be the coolest girl on earth.

New Yorker Again Dominates Magazine Award Nominations [NYT]
Paris Review names New Yorker as editor [AP, via Boston.com]
Club Wired—John Seabrook transcript [HotWired, 1995]
Update: ‘Playgirl’ Editor and Assistant Out [Gawker]
Talk of the Town: The Culture Wars: Why Know? [New Yorker; the anti-Kinsey movement]
Jubilees: A Little Old Magazine [New Yorker; Paris Review and Playboy's 50th anniversaries]