Faithful Sorts will notice that June 1998 is not our Playmate of the Year issue, making it both a collectible and the answer to a future trivia question. The PMOY is headed your way in July, and we're making up for the big tease with a beachload of super Playmates in our best Baywatch pictorial ever. When we realized the show was about to air its 200th episode--that's almost 200 nights of Playboy models on TV--we decided it was high tide for a celebration. Join our global cabana in Babes of Baywatch, as Pamela Anderson Lee, Marliece Andrada, Carmen Electra and other tanning beauties take to the shoreline and leave our hearts--and their swimsuits--in knots.
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Acoustic versus electric, electric versus techno, analog versus digital, guitar versus synthesizer--you can debate them all. But the musicians who make good music are the ones who stick forks in their eyes. And that's how members of Rammstein depict themselves on the cover of Sehnsucht (Slash). On the album itself, singer Till Lindemann reveals the lowest voice in rock and roll since that guy who sang bass in the Coasters. Lindemann also sings in German, and he sounds so incredibly sinister, you might assume he's singing about invading Poland. Based on the two songs that Lindemann sings in English, I can say such an assumption would be wrong. He sings about death and metaphysical distress. If you think that sounds like American metal bands, I say nein! Rammstein makes Metallica look like pussies. With its insane unison riffing, relentless rhythm-section drive and spare but bizarre sampling, Rammstein is also a lot more musical and imaginative than Metallica. Just hide the forks.
Aretha Franklin's A Rose Is Still a Rose (Arista) shows that the Queen of Soul's voice still soars. A crew of current hit-makers (including Puffy Combs and the Fugees' Lauryn Hill) take turns working with her majestic voice. For the most part, Aretha 1998 works. My favorites are the midtempo love song In Case You Forgot, on which she gives a wonderful performance, and the slick dance track Here We Go Again.
The most exciting new producer in black pop is Timbaland, who in the last two years has crafted innovative hits for Ginuwine, Aaliyah and Total. Missy Elliott is his Virginia neighbor and collaborator who adds her humor to a production sound heavily influenced by Britain's drum-and-bass music. By fusing fresh rhythms onto a hip-hop sensibility, Timbaland has made a distinctive contribution to Nineties music. His Welcome to Our World (Atlantic), recorded with rapper Magoo, is vibrant, playful and surprisingly complex. Voices, keyboards and, of course, beats are cleverly arranged throughout the album's 18 cuts. I highly recommend Up Jumps Da' Boogie, 15 After Da' Hour and both versions of Luv 2 Luv U.
The music of Johnny Dowd comes from a dark corner of the heart. At the age of 49, the singer-songwriter has released his first record, Wrong Side of Memphis (Checkered Past Records, 3940 N. Francisco, Chicago, IL 60618). It's a chilling, get-right-with-God collection of 15 songs about murder, sin and salvation. He mixes a rural blues drawl with stark Hank Williams idioms and doesn't mince words. Dowd also has a deep appreciation of the absurd, as in First There Was, a song about an unemployed man who wears a ski mask and Beatle boots, then blows away everyone in a feed store. This is superb stuff, but not for the squeamish.
In 1993, when a bunch of famous artists underwrote Victoria Williams' medical treatments with the tribute album Sweet Relief, the results of their support transformed an eccentric singer-songwriter into a full-service musician. On 1994's Loose and the new Musings of a Creekdipper (Atlantic), Williams' quavery voice and song structures are as fragile as ever. While Loose has the more forthright tunes, the melodies on Creekdipper are quieter, and the subtlety of the latter project renders its pleasures deeper in the end.
Indie Rocker Mary Lou Lord has moved from an alterna-rock label to a major and made a folk-rock album with tunes primarily written by other writers. That's a long reach for someone who started out singing in the Boston subway. But Got No Shadow (Work) is an artistic coup. Lord sings sweet but thinks tough, and this album is a personal statement even though she wrote only half the songs. She sounds fragile and reedy, but her producers treat her like a funky Celine Dion.
Axl Rose and Slash were the flashy front men of Guns n' Roses, but rhythm guitarist Izzy Stradlin was the heartbeat. His second solo album, 117° (Geffen), with ex-Georgia Satellites guitarist Rick Richards, is the closest you'll get to the Gunners' original ragged, punk-metal glory. Both Izzy and Rick are disciples of the Keith Richards school of swagger and swing. Ain't It a Bitch is the song you desperately wanted to hear on the latest Stones album. But like Keith, Izzy's weakness is his vocals. His weathered voice lacks force. If he can beef it up, he could turn a damned good band into a great one.
In these days of novelty one-shots, the many casual fans who grew to love Tub-thumping and Walkin' on the Sun might not expect much from Chumbawamba's Tubthumper (Republic/Universal) and Smash Mouth's Fush Yu Mang (Inter-scope). But they'd be wrong. In their dissimilar ways, both albums are brash and busy, tuneful and verbal with surprises as much fun as the singles but less addictive.
Giant Steps shows the most influential tenor player of all time--John Coltrane--at the height of his power. The new deluxe edition by Rhino includes fascinating outtakes and pristine remastering. Coltrane plays ferociously and tenderly on the seven original tracks. On Naima he constructs the most transcendent ballad of his career over a series of pedal tones. This is the album on which Coltrane combines Thelonious Monk's sense of harmonic adventure with Charlie Parker's quicksilver runs, adding his own incredibly sweet, otherworldly tone. Giant Steps contains eight full outtakes from these sessions, including three dynamic extra versions of the title tune and two additional renditions of Naima that are in the same ballpark as the originals.
With the addition of sax player Wayne Shorter in 1964, Miles Davis finished assembling the greatest jazz band of the Sixties. On such classic albums as Miles Smiles and Nefertiti, the band epitomized the leading edge of progressive jazz. After that, Davis began experimenting with electric instruments, looser song structures and contemporary rhythms in what would soon erupt as fusion. The Miles Davis Quintet's Complete Columbia Studio Recordings (Columbia/Legacy), a six-CD set, pulls together all the music from seven LPs made between 1965 and 1968, plus 13 newly released tracks. These CDs present a detailed picture of jazz' radical transition and a glowing testament to Miles' genius.
One of the great tenors of this century didn't come from the Mediterranean. Born to a musical family in Sweden in 1911, Jussi Björling achieved extraordinary acclaim for his remarkably pure but expressive voice. Jussi Björling Edition: Studio Recordings 1930--1959 (EMI Classics) is a flawlessly remastered four-CD set of arias, songs and lieder. In this age of overblown tenors, Björling's intelligence and control remind us that vocal power isn't incompatible with style or taste.
It's September in Germany department: Far better than Elvis soap-on-a-rope is the King's Germany. September 25--27, for $1989 a person, fans will get a guided tour of the two towns where Elvis was stationed, plus a cruise and visits to his barracks and the location for his movie G.I. Blues, Load up on some fried banana-and-peanut butter box lunches.
England's Stephen Fry brings a kind of defensive bravura to his title role in Wilde (Sony Classics). Already a hit in London, the movie depicts the decline and fall of the 19th century playwright accused of homosexual conduct. An unsuccessful libel suit against the Marquess of Queensberry (Tom Wilkinson) starts the wheels of justice grinding when Queensberry publicly insults Oscar Wilde to thwart his son Alfred Douglas' relationship with the author. Jude Law all but steals the movie as young Douglas, a handsome, Oxford-educated homosexual whose hatred for his father turns out to be Wilde's undoing. Vanessa Redgrave, as Wilde's doting mother, and Jennifer Ehle as his inordinately patient wife (also the mother of his two children) are the distaff side of a splendid supporting cast. Michael Sheen also scores as Ross, the houseguest who first seduces Wilde and makes him aware of his sexual orientation. Director Brian Gilbert spells it all out, using Julian Mitchell's compassionate screenplay adapted from the Wilde biography by Richard Ellmann. The movie covers events leading up to the trial that exposed Wilde and Douglas' encounters with "rent boys" hired for their illicit pleasure. The movie is a telling portrait of a flamboyant, unapologetic genius destroyed by social hypocrisy. [rating]3 bunnies[/rating]
You may remember Catherine McCormack, 25, as Mel Gibson's doomed mate in Braveheart. That role was "fantastic for me," McCormack recalls, "but kind of scary. There's always a buzz about a new girl in a big film. Of course, it's nice when you have a good part and get killed early. Then people miss you." After her recent stint as a madly desirable Italian courtesan in Dangerous Beauty, she will light up movie screens again in Land Girls (see review).
Any era that can boast the arrival of Sputnik, the Hula Hoop, Willie Mays and the female orgasm cannot be all bad. The Fifties ($100), the History Channel's six-volume flashback based on David Halberstam's book, tracks the decade from the postwar baby boom through the Beat movement, the Cold War, Elvismania and the first bursts of Sixties fervor. The program features interviews, newsreel footage, print ads and loads of treasured TV clips. Our favorite segment: part four--all about Kinsey, the pill, a guy named Hef and his daring new magazine.
"It's all a matter of mood," says TV darling and Playboy veteran Jenny McCarthy. "For example, if I'm feeling in need of something sensitive, I will put on Forrest Gump, which I could watch a million times. If I'm feeling low, I definitely have to watch a comedy. I especially love Goldie Hawn movies--Private Benjamin, Protocol and my favorite, The Duchess and the Dirtwater Fox. And The Jerk has the most amazing physical comedy." But for Miss October 1993, vid viewing is also about making up for lost time. "Growing up, we couldn't afford to go to the movies and we didn't have a VCR, so I never got to see a lot of films. In fact, I just saw The Godfather for the very first time last week. I mean, hello? Am I a little behind or what?"
Lumivision's DVD release of Africa: The Serengeti ($29.95) features narration in eight languages. The breathtaking travelog trails 2 million wildebeests, zebras and antelope across the plains, and includes spoken French, Japanese, Korean, Bavarian, Spanish, Catalan and Mandarin. James Earl Jones booms out the English track.
First Run Features has released two erotic classics from the Audubon Film Collection. I, a Woman (1966) stars knockout Essy Persson as an amorous nurse who specializes in her own torrid brand of TLC. The Libertine (1969) tells the tale of a young widow (Catherine Spaak) who discovers her late hubby's secret sex hideaway and, feeling cheated, moves in herself. Initially banned in the U.S., The Libertine went on to spark--and then win--a Supreme Court censorship case. Each tape is $29.95.
Air courier travel is one way for you to see the world cheaply, providing you're adventurous and have time to spare. In exchange for accompanying time-sensitive business cargo (which usually takes the place of your checked luggage), you fly overseas in coach class for 50 percent to 80 percent less than the lowest book-in-advance fares, depending on the season. You may even fly free if a courier company hires you only a day or so before departure. And so long as the company hasn't booked you to return immediately with other cargo, you're free to stay at your destination for up to a month. Each year, about 40,000 courier-carrying flights leave major gateway cities (New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Miami, Detroit and San Francisco) for Europe, Asia, South America and the Pacific. And 30,000 more outbound flights leave from overseas airports, so you can hop connecting flights to Africa, Israel or the Gulf. (You may even get to log frequent-flier miles.) Air couriers usually must be at least 21 years old (with a valid passport) and be willing to travel alone with minimal luggage. (Neatness also counts. Most companies have a dress code that stresses no torn or dirty jeans.) For a $64 sign-up fee (membership dues are $39 annually after that), the Air Courier Association (www.aircourier.org or 800-693-8333) will give you useful information, including flight schedules, travel tips and discount hotel and rental car benefits. The International Association of Air Travel Couriers has a Web site at www.courier.org. You can also read Air Courier Bargains: How to Travel Worldwide for Next to Nothing by Kelly Monaghan, which is available in bookstores.
Whether tossed into the back of your Porsche or carried aboard a 747, the Bounty Hunter's "ultimate satchel-briefcase-wine bag" is a great tote. Two bottles of wine fit perfectly into the padded saddle leather Courier ($360) pictured below, rear. In front of it is the six-bottle Freighter ($400), made of saddle leather and canvas. Not shown is a four-bottle Satchel model that's also saddle leather and canvas and features two gusseted pockets ($370). (The padding can be removed from all three items.) Call 800--943-WINE to order or to obtain a free catalog.
Savannah, Georgia's easygoing pace affords plenty of time for sipping mint juleps--and for exploring the region's bustling nightlife. Begin your evening with waterside drinks and appetizers at the Chart House (202 West Bay Street) in the popular riverfront area (where River Street meets the Savannah River). Then head over to Elizabeth on 37th (105 East 37th Street) where chef Elizabeth Terry offers an ever-changing menu that has featured roasted quail with mustard-and-pepper sauce and a sensational sesame-crusted grouper. If you are unable to find what you're looking for on the restaurant's impressive wine list, ask about the cellar's more extensive selection. Johnny Harris (1651 East Victory Drive), which has been in business since 1924, is where locals congregate for serious barbecue. Or try the Crystal Beer Parlor (301 West Jones Street) for mugs of draft and fried-oyster sandwiches. For some of the best jazz in the city, Hannah's East (20 East Broad Street) features Emma Kelly, the "Lady of 6000 Songs" made famous in John Berendt's Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. Kevin Barry's Irish Pub (117 West River Street) is a great place to hear traditional Irish music. After midnight, the Zoo (121 West Congress Street), a four-level dance club, offers live music, industrial and Top 40 hits in a video-charged atmosphere. If you're in a retro sort of mood, Hip Huggers (9 West Bay Street) will take you back with the disco sounds of the Seventies and Eighties. Then give your feet a rest. In the morning you'll be standing in line to refuel at Mrs. Wilkes' Dining Room (107 West Jones Street) with down-home biscuits and grits.
If you're a mountain man by day but like your creature comforts at night, heli-hiking is the way to go. Sign on to Canadian Mountain Holiday's six-night wilderness adventure and a chopper will transport you, fellow trekkers and guides high onto British Columbia's Selkirk range for hours of wandering over some of the world's most beautiful terrain. Then it's back to the remote Adamant Lodge (pictured here) for wonderful food and wine--or more rock hugging on an indoor climbing wall. The six-night package goes for about $1780 per person, double occupancy, and includes round-trip transportation from Calgary to the lodge (about 300 miles), food, wine and equipment (boots, day pack, insulated jacket, etc.). Call 800-661-0252 to book or for additional information. Three- and four-night trips are also offered.
We thought Pioneer's announcement of a 50-disc CD changer for the car was big news. But Alpine, Audiovox, Jensen and Kenwood are just a few of the companies that plan to turn automobiles into veritable theaters on wheels. (The industry term for the trend is "car multimedia.") TV monitors are installed on the backs of seats or suspended airline-style from overhead consoles. Video sources such as VCRs and DVD players are also built in. Plus there are connections for video game machines and sound systems (such as Alpine's DDDrive speakers and sub-woofer) that pump theater-quality Dolby Digital audio throughout the car. Obviously, this video entertainment is designed to keep passengers occupied. For the driver, Clarion offers AutoPC. This stereo-sized computer uses voice recognition to tune the radio, dial the cellular phone, give directions and read e-mail. Saying "Start radio," for example, brings the tuner to life. And a navigation feature will guide you through unfamiliar territory turn by turn in a calm computer voice. Prices start at about $1000.
Before you replace your tape deck with a compact disc recorder, consider the following. Rewritable CDs (the kind that you can record over multiple times) combine the crisp sound quality of digital audio with the recording properties of cassette, but there's one major limitation: The finished product can be played only on the machine that recorded it. In other words, you can't pop your dance mix into your car stereo or take it to the gym. At least not yet. Pioneer and Philips, both of which make rewritable CD recorders for home stereo, say the problem is myopia. Today's CD players can't read the discs because they're not as reflective as standard, silver-plated CDs. The player's laser just can't see the grooves burned onto the rewritable disc. Ditto for the next generation of optical technology, the DVD player. If you want to be able to play your disc anywhere, you'll have to resort to the old write-once method of recording. The Philips CDR870 and the Pioneer PDR-555RW offer dual recording capabilities. One last caveat for those who love to share music mixes with friends: An antipiracy feature called the serial-copy management system prevents you from making a duplicate disc of a duplicate. So you can make one compilation of your favorite Sublime cuts--but only one.
Apple didn't have much faith in the Newton Messagepad. It pulled the plug on the handheld computer earlier this year. However, Newton seems to have at least one supporter--the U.S. military. A spokesperson for Apple confirmed that all four branches of the armed services have purchased Newtons, apparently for use in combat simulations. As Wired magazine reports, the devices have proved their worth. In an exercise called Hunter Warrior, 1500 marines equipped with land-mobile radios and Newtons were able to overcome their opponents (a low-tech force of 4500) repeatedly. According to Navy commander Ron Henderson, using technology with new organizational strategies enabled his tech troops to better coordinate their attack efforts. Newton as lethal weapon? A spin on General Douglas MacArthur's World War Two prophecy: It shall not return.
Talk about maximizing juice. You could jog for almost two days straight without having to replace the single AA battery that powers Panasonic's Shock Wave RQ-SW45V (about $100, pictured). Other cool features of this sports-model personal cassette stereo include an AM/FM tuner with 20 station presets and a five-mode lap function that allows you to keep track of the distance you're running (or walking) by way of footprints that travel around the unit's LCD. For those who tike their bass on the heavy side, the RQ-SW45V also offers Panasonic's exclusive Brainshaker Virtual Motion Sound System. With VMSS, you actually feel the music vibrating through the headphones as you listen. A switch allows you to turn off the VMSS--our preferred position.
Webcasting, the broadcasting of live performances on the Internet, is one of the hottest things going on in cyberspace. There are at least half a dozen sites devoted exclusively to webcast airing free concerts. Aside from showcasing a variety of musical styles--from smooth jazz and symphonic arrangements to raucous neopunk and hip-hop--many of these concerts provide a peek into the country's hippest venues. Webcast sites also give fans an opportunity to interact by running chats simultaneously with the shows.
Pop rocks--at least it does in the interactive pop-up books Rock Pack (Universe Publishing) and Elvis Remembered (Pop-Up Press). James Henke, chief curator at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum, and designer Ron van der Meer create a rock-from-its-roots visual salute in Rock Pack, with 3D images of Jimi jamming, Alice Cooper's guillotine, Bootsy Collins funked up and Elvis recording in Memphis. The King is also hip-swinging in Elvis Remembered, with rare photos from the Graceland archives. He shakes, rattles and jailhouse rocks from Tupelo to Memphis to Hollywood.
Elizabeth Wurtzel wants you to see she has nice tits. So she appears topless on the cover of her latest offering, Bitch (Double-day), a book "in praise of difficult women." She also wants you to see she's manipulating her own marketing, so she's flipping the bird. This fuck me-fuck you dust-jacket dichotomy gets to the point. Wurtzel's mission is to make the world accept female misbehavior. She's a talented stylist with an aggravating personality. This stuff is cloaked in a litany of pop-culture case studies about women who've been screwed for acting out: Amy Fisher, Courtney Love, Hillary Clinton, Nicole Brown Simpson and herself. But Wurtzel is still young. You get the sense that with time her prose will lose its melodrama and distinguish itself. Or maybe she'll write an unexpectedly humble book such as Lisa Palac's Edge of the Bed (Little, Brown), a sexual autobiography that addresses many of Elizabeth Wurtzel's themes, yet manages to come off without aggrandizing the author's evolution from Catholic schoolgirl to boundary-breaking cybersex queen.
Postwar American culture expressed itself in strange ways, many of them centered on cars. What other epoch could bring us the Edsel and the drive-in church? The American Drive-in Movie Theater (Motorbooks International), by Don and Susan Sanders, follows drive-ins from their invention in 1933 to their baby-boom glory days. Through great photos of jukes from 1937 to 1948, Vincent Lynch's American Jukebox: The Classic Years (Chronicle) details the machine that defined the course of popular music. Car Hops and Curb Service; A History of American Drive-in Restaurants 1920--1969 (Chronicle), by Jim Heimann, explores oddball eateries, carhops and drive-in taverns. Quentin Willson's Classic American Cars (DK Publishing) offers a gallery of 60 great autos, from the 1943 Willys Jeep to the 1978 Cadillac Seville. Patio Daddy-O: Fifties Recipes With a Nineties Twist (Chronicle), by Gideon Bosker and Karen Brooks, presents time-warp classics such as barbecued meat loaf and hot-iron grilled cheese sandwiches (white bread and American cheese, of course). Hi-Fi's & Hi-Balls: The Golden Age of the American Bachelor (Chronicle), by Steven Guarnaccia and Bob Sloan, looks at swinging bachelor pads, clothes, tunes and jokes. If all this modernity makes you weary, check out Out on the Porch (Algonquin), which beautifully evokes a genteel American tradition laid low by air-conditioning and TV.
Roger Simon's Show Time: The American Political Circus and the Race for the White House (Times Books) goes behind the scenes for an intriguing look at the pols and pundits who steered 1996's presidential election. Bill Clinton's flesh-pressing, Harold Ickes' tirades, Larry King's belching--it's all here. Simon's humorous take is a catalog of Bob Dole's political shortcomings. While Bob plays the fool and falls on his face, Bill's cool spin clinches the race. Those who resort to watching Melrose Place for their regular dose of postadolescent psychodrama need suffer no more. Daniel Lyons' Dog Days (Simon & Schuster), which grew out of his short story that won our College Fiction Award in 1992, will fit the bill. Set in Boston's North End, it's a well-crafted tale rife with all the requisite ingredients: lost love, deception, Mafiosi, purloined pets. OK, so it's really not an ordinary tale of addled youth, but it's one of self-discovery. This is an unpretentious, engaging story. J.G. Ballard, whose novel Crash added new meaning to the term auto-erotica, has written Cocaine Nights (Counterpoint), an untraditional murder mystery with a darkly philosophical soul. The book's epicenter is Estrella de Mar, a secluded Spanish resort of "Arab princes, retired gangsters and Eurotrash." Estrella appears to be a model of tranquility, but the drone of cicadas and the scent of honeysuckle mask an underworld of illicit sex, drugs and death. The Muhammad Ali Reader (Ecco Press), edited by Gerald Early, contains four decades of the best-known writings on Ali by A.J. Liebling, Norman Mailer, Murray Kempton, Ishmael Reed, Gay Talese and George Plimpton, among others. These pieces poignantly and poetically capture the exquisite essence of the Greatest.
After 16 years of a bull market, are there any underpriced stocks left? This month I'll tell you how to find stocks that have fallen out of favor with institutional investors but that still possess strong financials and good growth prospects. Our strategy will make use of a statistical concept that will accomplish the seemingly impossible: buying unloved stocks in a bull market and still getting a good night's sleep.
What would I have done in President Clinton's place and how would I have behaved if I had his job?" That is the kind of question that has not been asked a lot since the Sex Scandal of 1998 engulfed us. But before we judge others, should we not examine ourselves? Last week, by sheer coincidence, I received an important call from the National Commission on Presidential Lust (in De Queen, Arkansas). I am proud to report that the commission has chosen me to prepare a mandatory quiz for future presidential candidates, and I have humbly accepted the assignment. (Please note: This quiz is intended only for male candidates, since women running for political office in the U.S. are seen as being above reproach sexually.)
I love to perform oral sex on my wife, but she seems to be losing enthusiasm for it. I have a feeling she's bored with my technique. Do you have any suggestions? Also, how do I know when she's ready for penetration?--R.T., Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
The 25th anniversary of Roe vs. Wade, the 1973 Supreme Court decision that legalized abortion, prompted a torrent of editorials on the history of the pro-choice movement. Many cast the battle for abortion rights as one between the sexes: A harsh patriarchal society insists on keeping women barefoot and pregnant while fundamentalists trumpet the message "Be fruitful and multiply." Opposing that view are women who used Roe vs. Wade to establish the right to choose when or if they will reproduce.
In March 1997 we covered the story of Adam Lack, the Brown University undergraduate who had the misfortune of having sex with Sara Klein. It seems that she, having gotten soused at a fraternity party, urged him on, first with kisses and then by taking off her clothes. He took that as a sign of sexual interest and obliged. Klein later charged that Lack sexually assaulted her because he yielded to her advances while she was drunk. Her complaint argued, in essence, that a responsible man would have waited to see if her randiness persisted once she sobered up. Lack said the woman never struck him as being out of her senses.
"Pot is easy to grow, but if the cops find your crop, they'll seize your house and land and throw your behind in the slammer for decades, so you'll want to plan accordingly. One solution is to grow your pot on land that isn't yours so they can't seize it. If you plant it in the guy next door's yard and the cops get it, they'll seize his house instead of yours, even if he didn't know anything about it. That's not fair, of course, but don't feel bad; you didn't make that asinine law, did you?"
The Federal Emergency Management Agency wants you to believe it is a noble public-service organization. The motto "People helping people" is plastered on its publications and on the walls of its headquarters. A more accurate slogan would be "People helping people to other people's money." Yours, to be exact.
The old cars ran part of the race on the beach and the race was cut short when the tide came in. Nowadays, they race on the big, oval superspeedway, but there is still a moist, fetid mood. Lots of sunshine with plenty of bare skin among the nearly 200,000 fans who come to watch and, just as important, party hard. You see flags flying at Daytona that say things like TO HELL WITH THE MOUNTAINS. SHOW US YOUR BUSCH. The women who follow Nascar get right with the program. Speed, after all, is an aphrodisiac and car racing is about speed and danger and money. But the racing is the thing and some of the best racing in Nascar history has been done in the Daytona 500. Fans still remember the 1976 race when David Pearson and Richard Petty got together at 180 mph, running down to the finish. Both drivers lost it, hit the wall and spun down into the infield. Pearson got on the clutch and kept his engine running, so he managed to limp to the checkered flag. Petty had to get pushed across the finish line. CBS had it on tape and millions of people who had thought of stock car racing as the sport of redneck primitives watched and became interested. Three years later CBS was live at Daytona when Donnie Allison and Cale Yarborough tangled near the finish and, after the wreck, started arguing and then throwing punches, with Donnie's brother, Bobby, parking his car so he could join the fight.
The Navy's top brass might object to my posing," U.S. Navy Lieutenant Frederica Spilman said recently, "but many people will support my decision. There are two sides to every story." The bright 28-year-old Florida resident (dubbed "the Terminator" by her Navy pals because of the time she "harshly" confronted a colleague) has never shied from breaking new ground. Adding to an accomplished résumé that includes graduating as class valedictorian of California's Sunny Hills High School, competing on the U.S. fencing team at the World University Games and graduating with merit from Annapolis, Frederica became the first female naval flight officer assigned to fly in an ES-3A Shadow. She is also the first to shed her uniform for Playboy. A controversial move, sure. But Frederica has ideological reasons for posing. "In the Navy, freedom is limited. You can't do whatever you want. It's contradictory for a military that fights for constitutional rights to put restrictions on its members." Being assertive has been Frederica's way since she was five, the age she first remembers flying in an airplane. "I told my grandma I loved flying, and she said, 'Do you want to be a flight attendant when you grow up?' I said, 'No, I'd rather be a pilot."' The road to becoming a naval flight officer was a formidable one ("Many guys didn't think women should be there. They didn't accept me at first. I really had to prove myself"), but Frederica triumphed and is ready to tackle her next mission. "When I leave the Navy, I'm going to veterinary school," she says. "I love animals and want to take care of them." Nothing can stop her now.
One-minute-20 to the 'French Whore,"' announces a Saturday Night Live stage manager. Cheri Oteri, in black lace, her left arm in a sling, prepares for a game-show sketch in which she plays Babette, a 58-year-old Parisian prostitute. Next to the coffee machine Molly Shannon rehearses her send-up of Monica Lewinsky peddling her forthcoming tell-all book, How to Give the President a Hummer. (She prefers to call it Mouth Love.) Nearby, Ana Gasteyer massages a joke with a writer for her portrayal of Cinder Calhoun on "Weekend Update."
Maria Luisa Gil is a head turner. When the Cuban-born 20-year-old glides through Wildfire, a Chicago eatery, in a minidress and thigh-high boots, necks crane, jaws drop and whispers fill the air. Everybody knows she's somebody. Back in Cuba, Maria knew she was somebody too, which prompted her to send her modeling photos to our headquarters.
You probably know plenty about Shaquille O'Neal. He's an NBA superstar, a rapper with three CDs to his name, a big-screen action hero and Pepsi's favorite pitchman. But did you know that Shaq is also wired? We mean way wired--and these days he's especially hip to the minidisc, a small recordable CD housed in a plastic, floppy disk--type casing. "MDs are perfect for recording your own music," Shaq says. "And since they're so little, they're easy to carry around and store." Popular in Japan and Europe, the five-year-old minidisc has yet to make its mark Stateside. Our theory on this slow progress? Most Americans don't have a clue about the MD and its slick features. So here's the straight dope: First, the minidisc is not a replacement for the CD. Its palmsize proportions, sturdy design and recordability make it a successor to the analog cassette. As Shaq points out, "the MD is digital, so the sound quality is virtually identical to a CD's." That means you can record a mix of songs by your favorite artists onto an MD and it will sound nearly perfect, with none of the hiss or noise common on tape recordings. As an additional bonus, you can plug the names of songs you're recording (and the artists) into the MD unit, and they will appear on the gear's liquid crystal display during playback. You can then take your compilation disc with you in the car (there are in-dash minidisc changers), to the gym (portable units are small enough to fit into the pocket of your T-shirt) or to a friend's place to play on his or her home deck or MD compact stereo. And minidiscs don't scratch easily. The format's hard plastic shell (pictured below with the Sony portable) is designed to take a Greg Ostertag--style beating. Best of all, prices for MD gear have dropped big time. Portable units that once cost upwards of $500 now sell for about $250. Sony and Sharp also sell minidisc "bundles" that combine both home and togo gear, along with a couple of blank minidiscs, for about $550. The blank discs cost about $7 each (for 74 minutes) and can be recorded over with no loss in sound quality. Other cool MD machine features include: microphone jacks on portable units, computer connections (for recording tunes by obscure bands off the Internet) and shock memory systems (which let the beat go on even when you happen to hit a pothole).
As 22-year-old Miss May 1967, California girl Anne Randall's goal was to be an actor. "Been there, done that," Anne says today of her showbiz career, which included roles in commercials, movies and the TV shows Love, American Style and Hee Haw. Now retired in Arizona with her husband of 31 years, actor and singer Dick Stewart, Anne fills her days with tennis, photography and swimming. "My greatest accomplishment in life so far," she reveals, "has been learning how to weld furniture. No one believed I could do it. I'm so proud." She also hopes to live to be 100. We have a feeling she will.
In the solitude of his study, awake in the cold dawn, Don Rigoberto repeated from memory a phrase of Borges: "Adultery is usually made up of tenderness and abnegation." The letter to his wife lay before him.
Journalist Morgan Strong first went to speak with Yasir Arafat for a "Playboy Interview" in the September 1988 issue. He met with Arafat in Tunisia and then in Baghdad, after spending six months following the elusive leader of the Palestine Liberation Organization through various exotic ports of call.
Since it Debuted in 1989, Baywatch has become the most-watched television show on earth, broadcast to 1 billion viewers each week in 141 countries and in 32 languages. In France it's dubbed Alerte à Malibu, and in China, Soul of the Sea. It's shown in Yemen, Sri Lanka and the Amazon basin, where locals crank up gas generators to watch it on portable TVs. Click on the Baywatch Web site (www.baywatchtv.com) and you'll see that Baywatch has inspired clothing merchandise, a line of women's footwear and a campus search for new talent. ("We are looking for people who embody a healthy mind and body with a love of the environment, a dedication to giving back to the community and the determination to succeed in all things.") In a section titled Baywatch(text concluded on page 144)Baywatch Babes (continued from page 123) Fun Facts, you'll learn that the stars of Baywatch go through a boatload of supplies each year, including 306 pounds of body makeup, a 50-gallon drum of sunscreen, 1500 cases of bottled water, 900 sets of earplugs and nose plugs, 575 swimsuits, 39 pairs of goggles and 129 surfboards. It has taken more than trademark montage sequences, dramatic rescue scenes and David Hasselhoff to bring Baywatch to its current status. With those kinds of statistics, who cares about the plot?--which helps explain episodes that feature huge electric eels, a drug smuggler's ring, women giving birth on the beach, troubled boyfriends who hold their lifeguard girlfriends captive on boats and plenty of life-threatening underwater explosions. It's no news bulletin that Baywatch is popular because of its babes. The CPR-doin', lifesavin', spandex-wearin', perfect genes--havin' gals have assured the red swimsuit a place in history. The show is also successful because of the women who have shed those suits for Playboy.
Margaret Sanger, the grande dame of birth control, was 71 in 1950 when she sought out an old benefactor, Katharine McCormick, 75, a true believer who had helped smuggle diaphragms into the U.S. during the Twenties. What Sanger wanted was a perfect contraceptive, something as simple as aspirin, that women could take to prevent unwanted pregnancies.