The body of James Kim was found in the southern Oregon mountains today, 11 days after his family’s car became stuck on a side road in the snow and four days after he ventured off to look for help. A helicopter crew located Kim, 35, in a steep canyon known as the Big Windy Creek drainage, close to the Rogue River, where searchers had been focusing their efforts for the past several days. CNET: Arrangements are being made to transport Kim to an undisclosed location, according to police.

FishbowlNY’s thoughts are with Kim’s family

[via Jossip]

• Yahoo: Saves Terry Semel, cuts Lloyd Braun. [Variety]
• Andy Rooney: Not a racist. [AP via CNN]
• NYT Co.: Expects “challenging” year in 2007, but 30% online growth. E&P
• Best Life: Nabs publisher from GQ. [WWD]
• Timberland: Fosters self-expression via leather billboards. [AdRants]
• 20 Under 40: Newspapers’ rising stars. [NAA Presstime]
• Alternative ‘Pets’ Newspaper: Launches in NYC. [Dig and Scratch]
  

We somehow glossed over this Monday, but CNN has launched a shimmering new landing page for Anderson Cooper 360 that features a nifty little video of the silver-haired-one magically appearing on the monitor — something we like to call the Cooperbot — which guides us through such features as Anderson Cooper’s playlist (Coop loves the Clash) and behind-the-scenes footage.

NOTE: Not terribly sure how this qualifies as “BREAKING NEWS,” but we digress.

We were in force — that means two of us — at the PaidContent zoofest mixer last night. Stood outside a midtown nightclub in a rope line, doing our best impression of dot-com-bubble days, then went inside and joined the crush, avoiding finger foods we couldn’t see in the darkness. Saw WSJ publisher Gordon Crovitz, MSNBC founding executive producer Merrill Brown, Jeff Jarvis, Congoo’s Rafael Cosentino, TV producer and former mediabistro panelist Joey Anuff, Rafat Ali, media banker Reed Phillips. Ate a fig. Shook hands. Left for air. Whew.

Was that a hint of sarcasm we heard coming from the mouth of the New York Times executive editor when referring to the Bush administration? On the Media’s Brooke Gladstone has Bill Keller examining the things he and his crew have to handle in Iraq:

“In the constellation of things that we have to do that deal with Iraq, including, you know, keeping a large number of correspondents safe and making sure that the story gets well covered and figuring out what the geniuses in Washington propose to do about the war, the discussion of whether or not we use the words “civil war” or not to describe it, you know, don’t rank high on the list of priorities.”

You can hear Keller’s sarcasm about 5 minutes in.

While we’re on turns of phrase, last week’s show had a few doozies from National Journal‘s William Powers:

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Our assessment of Jessica Cutler‘s blow-off of an upcoming mediabistro.com panel has stirred up a wee bit of controversy — dare we say, panelgate? — along the blogger-author-panel circuit. Today’s Page Six framed the point-counterpoint nicely:

BLOGGER-turned-author Jessica Cutler pulled out of next Monday’s Mediabistro panel on how bloggers can land book deals. Her “blowoff” prompted Mediabistro to remind readers that Cutler is “someone known for exchanging sex for money.” Cutler — who earned minor fame when her sex-focused blog The Washingtonienne was adopted into a book of the same title — told Page Six she dropped out of the panel because she’s being sued, and doesn’t want to be videotaped. Mediabistro editor Dylan Stableford told us he “was looking forward to her explaining how a blogger manages to sell more than 15 copies of a book.”

Rachel Kramer Bussel, the panel’s moderator, thought we were being “overly harsh”:

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“Emily Zola” apparently didn’t agree with last month’s New York Post story entitled “Olbermann Gets Low Ratings in Bed” — so she decided to launch a blog to set the record straight:

We met in a “Flash Gordon vs. The Flash — WHO WOULD WIN???” chat, and in the midst of that heated and important discussion, two likeminded individuals — dare I say soul mates? — found each other. Those first emails — bold yet sensitive, intelligent yet with a certain slapstick element — will forever stay with me. I may have excerpts engraved on my tombstone. But I digress. Our online relationship grew and blossomed, and eventually — inevitably, perhaps — we agreed to meet. I flew to New York, where Keith had booked me a room at the W Hotel. We were to meet at seven for dinner. He called from the lobby at seven o’clock exactly to let me know he’d arrived, and when I asked if he’d like to come up he replied that he didn’t want me to feel pressured, and would wait for me in the lobby. He urged me to take my time, and said that he was pleasantly occupied and in no rush — just what any girl getting ready for a first date wants to hear. When I emerged from the elevator, he presented me with a bouquet of tulips (my favorite! How did he guess?) and told me that I looked “breathtaking, absolutely gorgeous.” I did, too. He then presented his arm, inquired “May I?” and escorted me to a waiting car. I’d told him that my favorite food is sushi, so he took me to a lovely restaurant called “Nobu,” where we feasted on the freshest, most succulent tuna and yellowtail I’ve had the pleasure of tasting. After dinner, we were both in an amorous mood, and retired to my hotel room for a night of erotic adventure.

The Times continues its weird penchant for publishing obituaries of guys who look like American Apparel founder Dov Charney. Above, left, Robert Volpe, a painter “who used his street smarts as the New York City Police Department’s one-man art-theft squad in the 1970s.” Above, right, the hipster-thread Godfather who secretly wishes he was a one-man art-theft squad in the 1970s.

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The New York Times dispatched men in scarves today to hand out free copies of today’s paper near mediabistro HQ on Broadway, courtesy of Dewars, which printed the Times‘ December 5, 1933 cover — honoring the repeal of prohibition — in a colorful foldout insert (cover price: two cents). They’re instructions: “Stay wet.”

According to the vintage Times, cocktails “will be 25 cents in some places” and whiskey $3 a quart.

Would’ve been nice if the Times handed out branded bottles of moonshine to take a nip out of the wind whipping around lower Manhattan today, but a free paper on the way to tea isn’t so bad, either.