Mayers' three-day nuptials at the San Francisco Four Seasons, where she lives, were announced via an elborate invitation, a heavy red box covered in a velvety material, as we've reported previously. That sounded about right for the fashion-conscious overachiever.

The Google VP's obsessiveness apparently extends to security, as well: The invitations indicate guests are to keep some sort of ID card on them at all times during the weekend, we're now told.

And said guests aren't sure what this means: Are these "smart" cards implanted with radio "RFID" tags? If so, guests could theoretically be tracked across a 135-foot radius with a stationary receiver. Or maybe they'll be simple credit-card-style tokens with a magnetic stripe, swiped on demand. Or maybe former cheerleader Mayer has something more festive and creative in mind. If you've got a clue, do share it with us.

Requiring that guests basically wear a tracking tag will certainly further the image of Google as Big Brother. The search giant tracks a staggering amount of personal data, and company executives have lately been clumsy in answering mounting media questions about the info-hoard. Then again, some of Mayers' guests will be fellow Google executives; perhaps having a taste of their own medicine will have a moderating effect on the data Google collects.

Speaking of which: Though Mayer is employee number 20 at Google and has great power within the company, it's not at all clear that co-founders Larry Page and Sergey Brin will be in attendance at her wedding. Mayer was not invited to Page's private-island wedding to Lucy Southworth, a source close to the event tells us, so she could hardly be expected to invite Page to her bash.

In any case, a tracking scheme will certainly help Mayer keep out the likes of Valleywag as her wedding party makes its way around the Four Seasons, even as it reinforces her rep as something of a data-hungry cyborg. No worries Marissa; we'll try not to take it out on your gift.

(Pic: Mayer, by Esther Dyson)

Allison was an early pioneer in the fine art of internet attentionmongering, so it makes sense she's tried to establish a beachhead on disclosure. The NonSociety founder today apologetically issued a "so corporate" post to make sure everyone understood who has been paying her to say nice things about them:

• Blueprint Cleanse, which has been flushing things out of Allison's colon for "over a year."
  
• SeaWorld, whose payments Allison did not disclose until after we raised the issue.
  
• Sony, who gave Allison an unprecedentedly classy deal involving actual TV commercials.

We expect this will be the tip of the iceberg; FTC rules say that bloggers must disclose their "material relationships" with people they write about, including anyone who provides freebies or cash. If you see any other confessionals, email them in; we'll round up the blogger confessionals tomorrow.

(Top pic: One of Allison's Blueprint Cleanse endorsements. Via NonSociety.)

Press enter to search.

Which reads to us as a slightly insulting, "Press enter to search, moron, you never needed the buttons to begin with," but maybe we're just sensitive. On other computers, Google.com is its old self. Maybe the search engine is testing out a pared down interface on select users, as it's been known to do before.

Either that or there's a new generation of hackers who don't actually steal anything but just make annoying little tweaks all over your computer and internets. In the meantime, Firefox users can just type their queries into the address bar and hit Enter, whenever they're "feeling lucky."

UPDATE: Looks like some people on Twitter are seeing a button-less Google, too, although they say the buttons "fade" in and out when you hover over their former locations, a feature we aren't seeing. If you know what's going on, clue us in.

Somewhere in this great land of ours, there is a reporter who holds the single worst reporting job in America. Sure, the guy who has to constantly watch men be filled up with poison in a prison in Huntsville, Texas is a strong candidate. But we know there are many more. What about the reporter who has to cover long-haul truckers? Or the municipal waste beat? Or the St. Louis Rams?

We need you, the Gawker diaspora, to give us suggestions (in the comments, or to email me). You live out there. You have a local paper. You go to work and scoff at the heartbreakingly bland industry trade publication on the coffee table. You see the ridiculous crap that gets published. What's the worst of all? We will make a little list, and it will be enjoyable. Whoever sends in the winner gets a free t-shirt! Or, if you yourself are the journalist on the worst beat in America—sweet, sweet death.

Perez Hilton last night passed out at the box with one leg wrapped around a stripper pole

So any pics you snapped of Perez passed out there would be great. But we'll also accept Photoshop jobs of same. Thanks.

[Pic: Getty]

Update: The McKinsey report may not be released, but we are hearing that deep budget cuts, perhaps as much as the high-end estimates of 25%, will be announced in the morning. Last fall, when the luxury market began to crater, the glossy magazine publisher announced a 5% budget cut - a relatively mild trim for a company that has now seen ad pages plummet by as much as 30%. While trimming a quarter of any business's budget would be painful, such a cut would put Condé's costs in line with the drop in revenues they've experienced.

Yesterday, the New York Observer's John Koblin reported that the earliest anyone was expecting McKinsey to make its recommendations — which, let's be honest, are usually only bureaucratic cover for the decisions management has already made — was next Monday and the "totality of their recommendations" aren't due for another two or three weeks.

So this latest flurry of speculation could be something unrelated. At the moment, though, we hear that even magazine editors-in-chief and publishers are being kept (officially, anyway) in the dark about what the morning will bring. Or maybe this wave of panic is just indicative of the slumping magazine empire's mood. If you know what's sparked this round of chatter, please drop me a confidential email.

To be clear, we don't know if the two deals are connected, and certainly don't have any info to suggest there was anything untoward about them. But given Rattner's history of greasing deals—recall that he bought Chooch, a low-budget film by the brother of the chief investment officer of New York state's pension fund, shortly after the fund invested $100 million in Rattner's Quadrangle Group—we thought we'd throw it out there.

Here's what we know:

In September 2008, Quadrangle Capital Partners—part of Quadrangle Group—invested $35 million in Mail.com, Jay Penske's would-be online empire. The money was for "selective acquisitions and new management hires," which means hiring Nikki Finke and Bonnie Fuller. Two of Quadrangle's partners got seats on Mail.com's board. Mail.com had little to recommend it at the time as a hot pick for internet supremacy, and the investment came shortly before Quadrangle would wind down its media-focused hedge fund amid 25% losses, but who knows? Maybe it'll turn out to be a rocket.

Four months later, in January, Rattner's name started getting bandied about as Obama's pick for "car czar," and six weeks after that Rattner left Quadrangle to join the Treasury Department with the goal of saving the auto industry.

One way to do that is to keep Saturn, with its 13,000 employees, alive. General Motors made clear that it couldn't keep Saturn going, so it went on the block. And in June, none other than Roger Penske, the billionaire car mogul who happens to be Jay's father—and perhaps the provider of seed capital to Mail.com?—emerged as a buyer. The terms of the deal haven't been disclosed, but the Wall Street Journal says Saturn's service and parts operation alone has been valued at $100 million.

And then last month, Rattner stepped down amid chatter that Quadrangle, and perhaps Rattner himself, was getting drawn further into the pay-to-play pension scandal that gave us Chooch.

Here's what we don't know:

Was Penske doing Rattner a favor in swooping in as Saturn's savior, or did Rattner hand it to Penske on a platter? Without knowing the terms of the deal, it's impossible to know. But the news of the deal sure made Rattner look like a hyper-competent technocrat calmly steering an industry in crisis. If Saturn had simply been liquidated, it would have been seen as a disastrous signal. On the other hand, according to the New York Times, the brand had attracted "16 potential bidders," so maybe Penske was the one looking for an edge, and maybe Rattner helped him find it. Or maybe Penske was the most rational buyer for Saturn, and it's a coincidence that the guy who was essentially running GM when it was sold happened to own a piece of Penske's son's business.

Given the timeline, it's virtually impossible that the Mail.com deal itself was some kind of sweetener—coming as it did in September, Rattner would have to have had the foresight to know that Congress would bail out the auto industry, and that Obama would win, and that Obama would hire a car czar, and that Rattner himself could land the gig, and that Saturn would need to be off-loaded from G.M. Only under those circumstances would a relationship with Penske's son be something worth having in your back pocket, and Rattner would be a much richer man if he had that sort of vision. (Cf. Maxim.)

So is there any more connective tissue out there that might make render the above datapoints more sensible? Let us know.

We'd like to put together a guide to Surviving McKinsey, for the beleaguered Conde employees who want nothing more than to make it out of this thing with their jobs intact (expense accounts be damned). So we're asking you: Have you ever survived a McKinsey visit to your company, without getting canned or otherwise screwed? How'd you do it? Send us your brilliant tips for making yourself invisible to job-hungry outside consultants, and we'll incorporate them into our handy survival guide. Do it for the love of gloss.

Subject line: "McKinsey survival." Email us now!

The US economy has contracted at a rate not seen in 80 years, forcing companies across America to adjust to the reality of this major economic setback. Our company and our brands have weathered this storm. However, we are not immune to the effects of the substantial revenue losses resulting from the deep and prolonged recession. Consequently, we must realign Condé Nast to be a successful business in an emerging economy that is now predicted to be painfully slow in recovering.

This is a considerable and complicated task, forcing us to rethink the way we do business in many instances and incorporate efficiencies in every step of our process. Beginning this week, I am dedicating myself and a team of my colleagues to this project. We will work with consultants, including McKinsey & Company, to develop new perspectives on optimizing our approach to business, growing revenues, and enhancing our brand assets. All areas of Condé Nast will be included in the study.

There is no doubt in my mind that the strength of our brands and people will provide us with the opportunity to participate in America's economic recovery. Ensuring our financial health is paramount to our ability to be part of that process.

The image associated with this post is best viewed using a browser.A few years ago, Amy Sacco was the hottest nightlife impresario in New York. Now, we hear, Bungalow 8— the once celebrity-heavy club that was Sacco's crown jewel—has stopped paying its employees. Is she totally broke this time?

Today we spoke to DJ Rafael, who DJ'd at Bungalow 8 about twice a week for the past three years. Two weeks ago, he finally quit. Since late January, he says, the club has paid its employees only "here and there." And since March or so, it's barely paid any salaried employees at all.

Rafael says he's personally owed "thousands." And, he says he's not the only one. For most of this year, Bungalow has only been paying its employees intermittently, at best. He hears that some kitchen workers have received no money at all for months. Many employees are trying to hang on and hope for the best because of the terrible job market, but, he says of Bungalow, "They're broke and they need to close."

The image associated with this post is best viewed using a browser.Of course, Sacco's empire has been dying for at least a year now. Her Bungalow 8 expansion to London got a tepid reception; her NYC restaurant Bette closed abruptly last summer; Josh Stein wrote a semi-requiem for her in Page Six Magazine.

But the death of Bungalow 8 would mean the party is really over. It doesn't sound good. If you're an employee owed money, email us and tell us your story.

We hear the New York Times' Brad Stone has been calling around frantically, trying to get hold of a galley himself and spoil Fortune's exclusive. And he may well succeed; the writer outed the author of the anonymous Fake Steve Jobs blog last year with help from his sources in the publishing industry. Mezrich's book is due out July 14.

The media scramble for galleys of Accidental Billionaires just goes to show Facebook remains something of an "it" company in Silicon Valley, even as it grows out of its startup phase and gropes for revenue.

It also proves that respected media outlets have no trouble taking seriously a project created by a busted, fabricating author and adapted for film by would-be crack smuggler, about a money-losing company.

Nor do we, obviously. We'd love to get our hands on said galleys, if only to fact-check them the way we did with Mezrich's comical book proposal. If you can help, please get in touch.

Nikesh Arora joined Google's London office four years ago. In April, he was tapped to replace global sales chief and Google "business founder" Omid Kordestani, who left with $1.4 billion in net worth amid company cutbacks.

In the intervening month, we hear, quite a few Google execs have come to regard Arora with distaste, cementing his reputation for sharp elbows and a sometimes unfriendly approach — at least among many of the notoriously-pampered Googlers. (That's Arora in the picture above, seizing the "Prince of Asturias Award for Comunication and Humanities" at an event held in Spain by Google co-founder Larry Page in October 2008.)

The upshot? A dark nickname within the Google empire: "Darth Vader."

Perhaps being disagreeable to the Google rank and file is precisely the point, as far as Arora is concerned. Even those Googlers who dislike the executive are said to respect his sales acumen, we are told. Which makes sense: Overt assholes are rare in Google's culture. So Nikesh must be good at bringing in the bucks if he's nasty.

And there could hardly be a better time to trade pleasantries for cash.

(Still, we'd love to hear details of Arora's behavior — from detractors and supporters alike.)

(UPDATE: Comments enabled; they were off for several hours due to a tech glitch.)

There seems to be a wall of silence around A.G. within the Times building, in the sense that nobody has told us if he has a girlfriend yet. Which causes us to speculate that he does! We don't know for sure. But somebody does. Do you? If so, email us. This is purely a public service for the women of Manhattan.

[A.G., if it's easier you can just email us yourself. We hear you are a nice guy and so are we! Original pic: NYO]

Even though the police back in Utah have vowed to extradite Kari back there on her outstanding warrants if they can find her, the last actual sighting we got was from just after her story broke in the Observer.

In fact, Salt Lake City PD Det. Evans writes that the Hipster Grifter trail has gone cold: "All of a sudden it seems no one knows where she is."

Well, not no one. Professional ruckus raiser Bucky Turco of Animal NY just hung out with her this past weekend. From this, we can determine the following things:

1. She's still in NYC. Probably still in Brooklyn.
2. She's not laying particularly low.
3. Despite this, nobody has spotted her; or if they have, nobody who's spotted her has cared enough about the story to tell any of the many, many prestigious media outlets (us) who would care about a Kari sighting.

What is she, MAGIC? Hey people, if you see the person pictured below, why not drop us an email? No reason to let a good unintentional microcelebrity go to waste.

Nina, an ambitious young go-getter, was the editor of Girlfriend Getaways, and took over at Budget Travel last fall. But people tell us that she's destroyed morale there during her harsh reign. One story: she allegedly keeps the mastheads of magazines that have folded on her desk, like heads on a pike outside a warring city, to warn staffers of what might await them out in the big bad world.

She's also written some books on how to live 'City Chic," cheap!

So is Nina really a terror? Or do we have her all wrong? If you have info or stories to share—good or bad!—email us. We wish only to celebrate the righteous and expose the media tyrants.