Every so often a story comes along that cannot be contained--a story that's relevant, timely and fast-breaking. Such is the case of The Road to Oklahoma City, a riveting account of Timothy McVeigh's bombing of the Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City. It was written by reporter Ben Fenwick, who based the article on lawfully obtained documents prepared for McVeigh's defense team. If some of the article sounds familiar, maybe you caught it on Playboy's Web site in March. Now you can read our complete story--from McVeigh's emergence to the point of no return when he yanked the fuse.
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Writer-Director Kevin Smith, whose flashy debut with Clerks was followed by the disappointing Mallrats, gets back on track with Chasing Amy (Miramax). Wry, wise and sexually ambiguous, the movie dramatizes the plight of Holden and Banky (Ben Affleck and Jason Lee), two comic-book artists whose relationship begins to unravel when Holden falls for Alyssa (Joey Lauren Adams). Trouble is, she's a professed lesbian as well as another comic-book artist. "I'm fucking gay," she tells Holden, but then succumbs to his passion despite her female friends' disapproval. Holden doesn't mind how many women she's had, but he can't handle hearing about her earlier heterosexual exploits. Like the hero of Clerks, who is horrified to learn that his steady girl gave blow jobs to his best friends, Holden fumes over Alyssa's lurid past. He also suspects that he may be the target of Banky's homoerotic fantasies. Holden's solution: "We've all got to have sex together." Chasing Amy makes lots of cheeky, unexpected moves, with deft performances from everyone, especially Adams. Smith gets all things about right in a young-at-heart comedy that's both trendy and poignant. [rating]3 bunnies[/rating]
No Graffiti in the Bathroom Department: Former Talking Head David Byrne has been decorating the new pay-toilet kiosks in San Francisco. A series of photo murals titled Stairway to Heaven features images of weapons and money. Slightly unsettling if you're trying to pee.
I could hear strange noises in my con-do, so I got up and crept toward the kitchen. I won't say I was ready to kill, but I was ready to maim. Then I saw him, his overcoat on, slumped over the kitchen sink like a drunk, shoveling cereal and milk into his face. "John Travolta?" I asked.
I'm online the other day and my friend in Florida tells me this heart-warming story about how she went to a restaurant to apply for a hostess job. About two dozen women were ahead of her, all of them simpering. The manager interviewing them seemed to be enjoying his power just a little too much: His face glistened with condescension. The applicants responded with various placating platitudes and submissive postures, but when the manager finally got to my pal she said, "I'll be the best worker you ever had but don't even try to fuck with me."
After two years of marriage, my wife now refuses to give me blow jobs. She says it aggravates her TMJ. I knew she had occasional pain and discomfort, but this is the first time she has mentioned it in relation to sex. Is this for real?--A.L., Chicago, Illinois
In November 1996 the people of California approved Proposition 215, an initiative that could make marijuana legally available as a medicine in the U.S. for the first time in 60 years. Under the initiative, the government will not prosecute patients or their caregivers who possess or cultivate marijuana for medical treatment. The medical recommendation may be either written or oral, and doctors cannot be penalized by the state for making it. A similar but more restrictive initiative was passed in the state of Arizona at the same time.
The California initiative ignited a firestorm of opinions on the drawbacks and benefits of medical marijuana--some surprisingly conservative. But Mike Shelton of The Orange County Register predicts the most likely response to the IOM report. He depicts General McCaffrey besieged by facts, telling an underling, "Just ignore them."
"This will be your most difficult interview ever." So said a friend who has prowled a few nights with the Chicago Bulls' freaky forward. Three days later we agreed that hanging with Dennis Rodman, discussing his public and private self in hotel rooms, casinos and nightclubs, was difficult at times--times like sunup, for instance. It was also rewarding in unexpected ways.
As a reporter in the Oklahoma City area, I covered the events and proceedings surrounding the bombing for several news organizations, most prominently Reuters. I was on the site an hour after the explosion. In early spring 1996 I obtained a 66-page chronology confirming that Timothy McVeigh bombed the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building, specifying steps he says he took to execute the act. What follows is a narrative of the Oklahoma City bombing based on the document, which was assembled by Jones, Wyatt & Roberts, counsel for McVeigh. The summary document seems to be based on interviews with McVeigh, various research sources and investigative reports. Portions of this story appeared in March on Playboy's Web site. In the interim I have expanded on the online version, elucidating certain parts of McVeigh's account and addressing various inconsistencies.
Who's the hottest TV baba of them all? A few years ago the answer was clear to every American male who had eyes and a pulse. It was Pam--Miss February 1990 Pamela Anderson, who made Baywatch (a.k.a. Babe-watch) the planet's most-watched show. Then along came Jenny McCarthy, our Playmate of the Year 1994. All she did was leap from MTV's dating show Singled Out into films and onto posters, hit records, The Jenny McCarthy Show on MTV and her own NBC sitcom. Now comes our latest hottest-of-all girl: Carmen. After we introduced Carmen Electra in May 1996, her career caught fire. Carmen, 25, is not only MTV's new Singled Out girl, she has also signed on as the newest Baywatch star--a bustier, brunette, late-Nineties answer to Pam. What kind of woman can fill the shoes of such superblondes? "Me. I'm ready for anything," Carmen told us when we met last year. And while she was one of roughly a zillion pretty girls seeking stardom, we saw something special in her. Prince felt the same voltage, but the records he made with rapper Carmen fizzled. Her Playboy gig was a hit, however, and now Carmen sizzles.
In the fall of 1948, when I arrived in Plunkettsburg to begin the fieldwork I hoped would lead to a doctorate in archaeology, there were still a good number of townspeople living there whose memories stretched back to the time, in the final decade of the previous century, when the soot-blackened hills that encircle the town fairly swarmed with savants and mad diggers. In 1892 the discovery, on a hilltop overlooking the Miskahannock River, of the burial complex of a hitherto-unknown tribe of Mound Builders had set off a frenzy of excavation and scholarly poking around that made several careers, among them that of the aged hero of my profession who was chairman of my dissertation committee. It was under his redoubtable influence that I had taken up the study of the awful, illustrious Miskahannocks, with their tombs and bone pits, a course that led me at last, one gray November afternoon, to turn my overladen fourth-hand Nash off the highway from Pittsburgh to Morgantown, and to navigate, tightly gripping the wheel, the pitted ghost of a roadbed that winds up through the Yuggogheny Hills, then down into the broad and gloomy valley of the Miskahannock.
It's a summer fashion shoot in the dead of winter. Everyone arrives at the loft in down jackets, sulky and bulky. The photographer turns up the heat, breaks out the machine-age chairs and tosses fluffy things underfoot. Winter hits the floor in a pile. Summer jumps off the hangers--close-fitting clothes in soft tones. Among young designers, the trend is to use tight stretch fabrics. It's a less drapey look than the usual casualwear, yet just as relaxed. Models gather. At first, they touch one another's clothes tentatively. Sensual stuff, this. Smiles break the ice. There's no fancy gender-bending here. Boys will be boys and girls will be flirty.
Dr. Irwin Goldstein is testing the future, and it's one hell of an improvement. For more than two decades, Dr. Goldstein, a professor of urology at Boston University School of Medicine, has been one of a small group of internationally recognized medical pioneers researching that shadowy male nightmare, impotence. Within days of the celebrated 1983 American Urological Association meeting at which G.S. Brindley, an audacious British researcher, dropped his pants for a personal demonstration of his penis injection therapy, Goldstein had his own patients using the needle. The technique is now the most widely employed in impotence treatment. Over the years, Goldstein has applied virtually every worthwhile remedy in recent medical history--including permanently erect and pump-operated implants, vacuum tubes, surgical bypasses to improve blood flow to the noble organ, and those erection-stimulating injections. But what he's now testing on a grateful collection of New Englander volunteers is the incandescent dream of millions of men who wilt as romance blooms.
Like several other Playmates you've seen, Miss June is a promising young actress. But that's the only typical thing about Carrie Stevens, who has gone from Graceland to Hollywood--and from tragedy to triumph--while growing from bubbly teen to independent woman. "My story is a strange fairy tale. It started when I was a groupie," she says. In fact, Carrie's tale starts even earlier. She was born in Buffalo, where her father was a research scientist, and is a living reminder of his spectrophotometer. Its brand name: Carrie. "I was named after lab equipment," she says. Miss June combines her dad's logic with the artistic spirit of her mother, a painter, whom she followed to Memphis when her parents divorced. Teenager Carrie took countless tours of Graceland, dreaming of Elvis, wishing she were Priscilla Presley. Next came a real-life rock-and-roll dream. In 1987 she met Eric Carr, drummer for Kiss. She was 18, he was 37. For the next four years Carr was both a father figure and a lover to Carrie. "We lived it up, loving every minute together," she says. "Then Eric got sick." He died of a rare form of cancer in 1991, and Carrie mourned for years. She's finally put her life back together and now, at 28, says, "I'm ready to be happy again. Excited again. Maybe even in love."
The young executive was working late one evening. As he stepped out of his office to get some coffee he saw the boss standing by the office shredder, a piece of paper in his hand. "Do you know how to work this thing?" the older man asked. "My secretary's gone home and I don't know how to run it."
Talk about being in the right place at the right time. Thirty-one years ago Lisa Baker was doing the bridesmaid routine for a friend in Los Angeles. What she didn't know was that the photographer hired to shoot the wedding had an imaginative eye--the kind that can pluck a pretty woman from a matrimonial lineup and envision her in, perhaps, something less. Before you could say "I do," Lisa ended up on the pages of Playboy, first as Playmate of the Month (November 1966), then as Playmate of the Year (1967). Want to see more of Lisa today? Throw some rice and turn the page.
The Reverend Alfred Charles Sharpton Jr. adjusted his chalk-striped, double-breasted suit and ran a thin comb through his shoulder-length, slowly graying mane. It was a Friday evening and the minister, activist and candidate for mayor of New York City was in his Harlem headquarters, a sprawling building called the Hall of Justice. Hundreds of New Yorkers were waiting to hear him speak in an auditorium down the hall. It was going to be a long night, and Sharpton had only a moment to make his point. But he wasn't going to rush.
Victoria Silvstedt spent New Year's Eve 1995 in Monte Carlo, at a party attended by Prince Albert and other dignitaries. "I could never have dreamed how my year would end. To go from my tiny village to being Miss December in Playboy--my head is spinning," says the former Miss Sweden. Victoria's story began in Bollnäs, a speck on the map not far from the Arctic Circle. After high school she moved to Stockholm, where the tall blonde beauty turned heads. At 19, Victoria entered the Miss Sweden pageant, which she won with perfect swimsuit form and her iceberg-melting smile. Then came three years as a well-known Paris-based model. Finally, in early 1996, she acted on a lifelong fantasy: to be a centerfold girl in the U.S. Playboy. Miss December 1996 made that dream come true in her typical go-for-it style. One day she simply appeared at the door of our West Coast offices in Beverly Hills. "I want to try out for Playmate," Victoria said. We were instantly convinced, and in her Playmate pictorial we called Victoria "blondeness perfected."
Born in New York City and raised in England and France, Julianna Margulies never intended to become an actress. Her love was art history and roaming through the world's great museums. However, during her first year at Sarah Lawrence College, she studied theater as a creative outlet and soon found herself cast in productions. After graduation, Margulies forged a successful theater career in New York (including a part in "The Substance of Fire"), which led to appearances on "Homicide" and "Law and Order." While visiting a friend in Los Angeles, Margulies auditioned for a guest role in the pilot episode of "ER." Impressed with her work, executive producers Steven Spielberg and Michael Crichton chose her for the role of nurse Carole Hathaway. "ER" is consistently among the top five programs in the Nielsen ratings and is the highest-rated drama series in more than 20 years. Members of the cast have been nominated for many acting awards, but Margulies is the sole recipient of an Emmy. She has also been nominated for Golden Globe and Screen Actors Guild awards. Her career has recently expanded to the big screen with co-starring roles in "Paradise Road" opposite Glenn Close and "Traveller" with Bill Paxton.
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If playing photo editor, art director and multimedia mogul sounds like fun, get yourself a digital still camera. This prized tool of techno nerds is now available from at least a dozen manufacturers, with features that make it easier--and more affordable--to process photos on your own, or add them to computer documents, e-mail or personal Web pages. Unlike traditional film, which is restricted to 24- and 36-shot rolls, digital shooters store lots more images on memory chips or PCMCIA cards that can be reused indefinitely. Because there's no film, the photographs you take will be for your eyes only. And thanks to easy-to-use software such as Adobe Photo Deluxe and Microsoft Picture It, you can manipulate and retouch your work to your hard drive's content.