"By the time we reached the first rest stop, a Burger King in Cle Elum, in western Washington state, I was suffering two anxieties: That I would kill the guru, and that if I didn't, he would ignore me for the next 3,000 miles. He'd been quiet as a statue for the two hours since we left Seattle. When he finally spoke, it was to say, 'Oh look, chicken sandwiches, only $1.05.'..." READ MORE
"Dawn always reeked though I rarely smelled her in person. We lived in the same row of stone bungalows but the sheep helper's graveyard hours were the reverse of most other volunteers so while we were in the fields, Dawn was asleep in her room with the curtains drawn. I smelled her nonetheless. Her stinking boots haunted the hallway between our rooms as she slept. Remnants of hay and sheep feces collected in the drain of our shower on the days she chose to bathe. In the afternoon most of us would get into bathing suits and trek to the kibbutz pool and sometimes Dawn would join us. She fit into a bikini better than any of us which made me self-conscious at first but after several days at the pool I realized that the men didn't pay her much notice. Maybe they had all tried her before or maybe they believed the rumors about her being a lesbian. The Hebrew word for gossip is rehilute (guttural 'h'). In the brochures for the kibbutz volunteer programs, gossip should be listed as one of the ways people can expect to spend their time. 'Eight hour work days, organized tours of the countryside, gossip with reckless abandon.'..."
The night after Halloween, we accepted an invitation to the world premiere of a new Tarantino/Meyer film called Blood Money. Our interest was piqued by the name Tarantino. When we learned that the budget was only $20K, that the digital video was 're-mastered to look like a black and white film noir,' and that it starred Serria Tawan, Playboy magazine's Miss November of 2002, wild hos couldn’t keep us away. The names on the marquee referred to Tony Tarantono, Quentin's father, a bit actor doused in Grecian formula, and Jim Meyer a former used car salesman who made his debut as the host of the public access TV show “The Jim Meyer show.” Have you seen it? Neither had we.
"Mary Ellen Mason was suffering from chord deprivation. Much as she loved the warm tubes of the monophonic Moog she’s often seen playing as a member of local band Sissybar, she craved a fuller sound. Thus discontented she found herself in a pawnshop not too long ago, on a quest for a cello. She left without a cello, instead she walked out with a 1940’s Argentine 'Maestrina' accordion. 'I bought it on a lark,' says Mason. She liked the name. 'It sounds like it was made for a female maestro…a little one at that.' One week and two rehearsals later, she went on stage at Spaceland and played her new instrument..." READ MORE
"Curvy exteriors and loads of muscley hot rods were on parade at the Rat Fink Reunion last Saturday afternoon. And the cars were pretty sexy too. About 400 kustom car lovers came to pay homage to Rat Fink, a bloodshot, freaked-out, little rodent borne from the pen of Ed 'Big Daddy' Roth. In the late 50's early 60's Roth was, along with Von Dutch, one of the first hot rod builders/car customizers in California. His wild auto concoctions outmatched their monikers -- Rotar, Tweedy Pie, Mysterion, Drag. 'The cars came first,' says Roth..."
"House music pulses through the speakers as nearly thirty hula hoopers shimmy, gyrate, wiggle, and otherwise try to find their groove. Horses from the neighborhood peer over the fence for a gander at this strange human behavior. 'You guys are hoop maniacs!' calls out Anah Reichenbach, whose Atwater Village yard has become a haven for hoopers. After a brief yoga warm-up, Reichenbach herself swings into action. She has supreme control over every centimeter of her body. The hoop gracefully follows each nuance of motion, skimming her hips, rising to her wrist, flowing down to her thighs and back up again. Her moves are syncopated to dance tracks spun by Sammy Korchid, a.k.a. DJ Sacred, who alternates between hooping and spinning at these twice-monthly workshops..."
"Homing pigeons usually master new routes only with weeks of training but Puff Daddy didn’t have time for drills. His was an emergency love mission. Good thing bird-trainer Judy Rosen’s flock of all-white doves are well-acquainted with the trajectory from Beverly Hills to the Valley. Summoned just after noon, Rosen packed her crates and zipped to a meeting point where a handler escorted her to Puffy’s top-secret hideaway. Surreptitiously hunkered down out of site, she waited for a signal. At dusk, Puffy beckoned his sweetheart, Jennifer Lopez, to the balcony. The game was on. Rosen released her doves. Falling immediately into formation, 100 glittering white birds filled the sky, gracefully dipping into 'lazy eights.'..."