BlackBook's Holiday Gift Guide presents two gift picks per day through December 19. One comes from our very own YOOX.com store; the other from the world at large. Suggestions? Let us know.

Bubbly, lovely, and about as girly as a vodka could get (it’s inspired by perfume), NUVO ($20 for 375ml) was developed by the same guy who brought us Hpnotiq. Here’s to hopping the pink liquor follows the blue liquor’s footsteps and makes its way into such classic rap songs as Nick Cannon’s "Gigolo."

New York nightlife blogs are abuzz with revelations that Noah Tepperberg is trying to turn Tenth Avenue eyesore Earth into a high-end restaurant-lounge. This is good news for those seeking a fashionable bite to eat far from the maddening crowds. It’s also great news for residents of Community Board 4, who will benefit from the loss off a promoter-driven, low-level club -- which Earth became from day one -- and the introduction of a savvy operator like Noah. This small, exclusive restaurant and lounge will anchor 1Oak, as well as the still amazingly beautiful Park, without Earth attracting the B, C, and D-listers. There will be no place for crowds to linger and annoy the neighbors; they will seek like-minded individuals in other neighborhoods, with no imminent return of Red Rock West or Roxy in sight. With a strong food element as well as a strong operator, CB4 members will get what they want, as the three remaining spaces will be run by three of the strongest hospitality operators out there: after Noah, it's Eric Goode, Scott Sartiano, and Richie Akiva. This 1-2-3 punch of operators will dominate the area and clean up the block. In fact, let's take an exclusive look at Noah's proposed menu for the new joint.

As in, they dropped it, yo -- then they had to, well, drop it. The Morgans Hotel group, with properties in New York and Miami et cetera, allegedly was not allowed to place big ol' "Fuck the Recession" ads in the New York Times and Wall Street Journal. Gay wedding announcements are one thing, fellows, but let's keep the advertising pages sophisticated, all right? (So, what's the opposite of viral advertising? Retroviral advertising?) After the jump, the ad campaign's "memo to the recession," which also ends with an eff.

Liftopia is a match made in heaven for any snow bunny looking to take advantage of this predicted-to-be-snowier-than-usual winter. The premise is simple: search and ye shall find discounted lift tickets (up to 70% off). They also have reviews, news, and updates on resorts around the country, with local snowphiles chiming in. Click. Book. Pray for flurries. Repeat.

Nothing new to see here, unless you've seen it before, or in case you weren't alive in 1987. In any of these cases, you may still enjoy the above video advertising the amenities of Club Med from 20 years past, done up "world news" style. After you've clinked glasses over the tennis net, hit the jump for the Australian version. Warning: contains one extremely unappetizing buffet and several even more unappetizing hairstyles. Plus dancing.

For many folks, fashion models seem like extraterrestrial beings. With perfectly proportioned features and legs that go on for days, there’s something just not natural about that level of aesthetic perfection. And now, for those laymen who have long argued that supermodels aren’t human, there’s now proof in a certain Czech model who has no belly button. NONE!

Your stomach does not know or care what time it is.

1. Mr. Lucky’s (Off-Strip East) - The food is merely adequate, but it’s the most convenient -- and lively -- pit stop between parties.
2. Firefly (Off-Strip East) - This noisy, dimly lit tapas joint serves small plates and specialty sangrias to a crowd of trendy, chatty locals until 2 a.m.
3. Fix (Strip: Central) - Fix's organic-feeling, wood-lined setting contrasts with the prettified people picking at glammed-up diner food like Kobe beef chili cheese fries.

Telling your story from beyond the grave is a bitch. You’ve gotta sign scrolls of release forms, and be put through an infernal vetting process that culminates with a hellish (it’s really the only word I can think of) interview with Beelzebub himself. “We musn’t meddle with the order of things,” he told me. No idea what he meant, but his serpentine voice repulsed me, so I nodded my head and million-dollar-smiled him, and here I am at my old job, in one final performance, to tell you how I lost my life to this shitty economy (and alcohol).

Following Continental, British Airways, Delta, Northwest, Southwest, American, Alaska Airlines, and Air Canada are rolling out mobile platforms that will make paper boarding passes as extinct as paper tickets. The paperless exchange varies -- Delta is using La Guardia as a testing ground for a text-based boarding pass, while American will email you a barcoded boarding pass to be shown to the security agents in line. Apparently you'll have an opportunity to print out a pass at a self-serve kiosk if problems occur. These mobile boarding passes are difficult to tamper with and save airlines in the neighborhood of $3.50 per paper pass. Also, it's one less thing to keep track off in the airport (assuming you don't lose your cellphone).

[See Part 1 of Steve Lewis' interview with Richie Notar.] We'll get out of this recession, and Richie Notar's Nobu will thrive through it. He believes, as I do, that the high-end joints will survive, while a lot of the wannabes will close their doors. People will eat at a Nobu, or have a cocktail at Rose Bar, even if they’re about to hock the Bentley, if only to show their peers that they’ve still got it. Sure, the cuffs may be shot out to hide the "stainless" Rolex, but those on top always know what time it is, anyway.