The star of TV's groundbreaking hit 24,Kiefer Sutherland is the subject of a real-time Playboy Interview with Lawrence Grobel. While some action heroes rely on camera tricks and stunt doubles for their physical prowess, Kiefer's time on the rodeo circuit molded him into a bona fide tough guy. "He told me a story about how he lassoed some girl by her feet on the set of The Cowboy Way," says Grobel, "and I didn't believe him. He said, 'I can show you—I have some ropes in the car.' We went out to his car, and he pulled a bag out of the trunk with six or eight different lariats. He took one out. We were in the middle of my street, and he told me to walk ahead of him. So I'm walking ahead of him, not looking, and he did it: He snagged me by the foot. Then he gave me the lasso and told me I should start practicing with it."
Shannon Malone has a knack for putting people at ease, so she's a natural to work the celebrity throng as hostess of Showtime's The Red Carpet. "People feel comfortable because I like joking around," she says. We're guessing it's not her conversational skills alone that keep guys coming back for more—she received more fan mail than anyone else in FX history during her two-year run on the cabler's guy-centric The X Show. "I liked doing the motorcycle segments because they'd dress me in tight leather pants." Shannon tries to reply to everyone who writes her through her website, Shannonmalone.com, especially those who appreciate her popular pinup posters. "One Marine e-mailed to thank me because he was in the middle of the desert and his bunkmate had my poster," she says. Out in the 3-D world Shannon typically has long-term boyfriends...until they screw up. "My ex's head got a little big when he thought he was a rock star and cheated on me," she says. "I'm dating around, but nothing too serious." So for now Shannon is fine-tuning her acting chops by studying her past performances. "Laughter is the key to staying young," she says. "And if you can't laugh at yourself, you're probably miserable."
An attractive woman lives down the hall from me in my apartment building. We've exchanged small talk, but that's it. I often fantasize about her while masturbating. A few weeks ago the couple who live next door to me invited the woman to a barbecue. They asked her to bring me along. Puzzled, she asked why. The couple said they could hear us on some nights and assumed we were dating. When she told them we weren't, it dawned on all of them that what they had been hearing was my moaning this woman's name. A few days ago my neighbor—nice guy that he is—told me everything. I was speechless. He said the woman had seemed amused. I had wanted to ask her out, but now that seems comical. What should I do?—J.W., San Diego, California
If you watch the Sunday morning talk shows, the battle over campaign finance reform appears simple: Republican senator Mitch McConnell of Kentucky is the bogeyman. It's good versus evil, John McCain versus Mitch McConnell, in a fight for the soul of American democracy. It seems an unenviable position for the Senate majority whip, but it is one that he relishes. He opposed the McCain-Feingold bill that passed in the Senate and the Shays-Meehan bill that passed in the House, both of which banned soft-money contributions to political parties. The two bills became the Bipartisan Campaign Reform Act, signed by President Bush in March 2002 and enacted in November 2002. McConnell then fought to have his name attached as lead plaintiff to the legal challenge to the law, a case pending before the Supreme Court. McConnell characterizes the bill as both unconstitutional and ineffectual. The High Court will decide the former. Lost in the vilification of McConnell is that he's right about the latter.
On September 11 a judge in Pittsburgh sentenced Tommy Chong, half of the comedy team Cheech and Chong, to nine months in federal prison for violating the law that makes it illegal to sell or transport drug paraphernalia. As part of a plea agreement, Chong, 65, closed his three-year-old business, Chong Glass, and forfeited its inventory, $103,514 in cash and two websites, as well as his personal collection of bongs. Chong also paid a $20,000 fine. The comedian had been caught up in Operation Pipe Dreams, an effort by the Justice Department to shut down shops that sell pipes, roach clips and small scales. Prior to his incarceration we spoke with Chong about his conviction.
When William Dolge returned from his work-release program, authorities smelled alcohol on his breath. He denied he had been drinking, saying instead that he'd eaten four burritos made with beef marinated in beer and tequila. A judge asked for the recipe, then let Dolge off. Dolge's attorney shared the recipe with the National Law Journal: (1) Cut a 3-pound chuck roast into 2-inch pieces, season with salt and pepper, dredge in flour, and brown in small batches in vegetable oil. (2) Remove meat. (3) Cook 2 chopped yellow onions in remaining fat. (4) Add 3 chopped poblano chilies and 4 seeded and minced jalapeños and cook 4 minutes. (5) Stir in 3 minced cloves of garlic and cook 2 minutes. (6) Add 1-1/2 pounds roasted, peeled and chopped tomatillos, 2 tablespoons dried oregano, 1 tablespoon ground cumin and a bunch of chopped cilantro. (7) Cook the meat separately in stock until tender, then dry it and marinate in a bottle of Irish red beer, 1-1/2 cups Cuervo Especial tequila and three quarters of a bottle of Samuel Adams dark ale. (8) Drain, combine meat with sauce and serve in tortillas with shredded cheese.
The U.S. has expanded the vote from rich white males to include every competent adult, with two exceptions: prisoners and ex-cons. Only Maine and Vermont allow inmates to vote. In most states even felons free on parole or probation cannot cast ballots; in others, they must wait up to five years after their release. Some states restrict felons even if they were convicted elsewhere. Florida, Iowa, Kentucky, Mississippi and Virginia effectively ban ex-cons from the polls forever. Today the patchwork of laws prevents an estimated 3 million Americans from voting, including up to 13 percent of black men. The fact that the hundreds of thousands of released felons living in Florida could easily have swung the 2000 election has not gone unnoticed. Activists argue that barring felons from voting is a de facto violation of the Voting Rights Act, which forbids racism. (Following the Civil War, Southern legislators disenfranchised felons convicted of what they saw as "black crimes"—wife beating, for example, but not murder. Today the chief culprits are drug laws.) More felons will be at the polls this fall. Alabama has restored the vote to most ex-cons. Connecticut enfranchised those on probation. Nevada added first-time nonviolent offenders. Virginia felons must still petition the governor, but he reduced the application from 13 pages plus four recommendations to a single page.
Reality: Safety isn't the real issue. Nuke power hasn't become ubiquitous in the U.S. because it's so damn expensive. Even after decades of subsidies, it can't compete with other forms of energy. The cost of a kilowatt-hour of electricity generated by nuclear power (including plant costs, as required when estimating the price per unit for other forms of energy) is about seven cents. The national average for a kilowatt-hour from coal is roughly five cents, and from natural gas, four cents. Wind power, at three to five cents a kilowatt-hour on average, is already cheaper than nuclear power. What's more amazing about the continuing high cost of nuclear power is the scale of subsidies lavished on the industry. In the past 50 years wind, solar and nuclear power combined have been federally funded to the tune of $145 billion. Although 95 percent of those funds went to nuclear energy, the other two forms managed dramatic drops in unit costs. Some versions of the White House–backed energy bill offer federal loan guarantees to cover half the cost of the first new nuclear plants to be built in 30 years. The Congressional Budget Office warns that it expects these plants to be "uneconomic to operate."
My firm represented Oliverio Martinez, who was interrogated by police while in intense pain in an emergency room without being read his Miranda rights ("Intensive Care: Interrogation or Torture?" The Playboy Forum, October). He took his case to the Supreme Court, which ruled against his Fifth Amendment claim.
The U.S. has the world's oldest continuous democracy—and one of the world's lowest voter turnouts. Those Americans who do attempt to vote are often prevented from doing so. The presidential election of 2000—which was such a mess that the Supreme Court had to intervene—is merely the most prominent example of how voters are kept from the polls.
Rope (1948) Alfred Hitchcock's attempt to show 80 minutes in one continuous shot presents two smug Manhattan roommates who strangle a prep school classmate, stuff his corpse into a trunk and then host a dinner party for his friends and family.
We are going to have to examine the whole issue of the future of manned space travel. There is no doubt that the enthusiasm for the whole space effort has waned over the years. Most Americans don't know what we are doing in space."
It's a clear January afternoon in Golden Valley, Arizona, and Johnny Tapia is in trouble. He sits in a house trailer surrounded by gray-uniformed Mohave County sheriff's deputies. For nearly an hour a deputy has been barking through a loudspeaker, "Come out with your hands in the air." Faces pop up in the windows, but there is no other response. The 35-year-old Tapia–five-time world boxing champion in three different weight divisions and the pride of Albuquerque, New Mexico–waits inside the mobile home with two of his cousins, one of whom is wanted on charges of aggravated assault and armed robbery. The cousin asked Tapia for help, sure of his loyalty. Tapia brought them to this trailer in the desert.
When Aliya Wolf strides into our office for this interview, we can almost hear her amazing cheekbones slicing through the air as she approaches. "I'm half German and half American Indian, so I have very sharp features," she says, almost apologetically. "People assume that I'm very stern, so I go out of my way to smile a lot, because otherwise I look like the Terminator."
Three...two...one...! When the final seconds tick off the clock at Super Bowl XXXVIII this month in Houston, the winners will pop their champagne bottles and toast their riches. By winners, we mean the gamblers, players who stand to make far more cash on the game than those guys running around on the field in tight pants. Some $7 billion in wagers will change hands after that final play. That's more than the gross domestic product of Iceland, more than twice the market value of American Airlines, all of it bet on a single game of football
Where to Kiss me Teasing is kind of annoying. If he teases me, he'd better be ready to back it up in about five minutes. I would rather just have sex. Of course, in some ways teasing turns me on. I love it when a man kisses my neck. That's my hot spot. I just love having my neck stroked and caressed. I get kind of nervous with sucking, but I love lots of kisses. And if he gives me licks down my back, I love that, too. I get hot really easily when he does that. It's very easy to tell when something is working—I get goose bumps everywhere.
There was a fish in the air, beautiful and almighty, dancing on its tail, the iron-black sword of its bill slashing the Havana skyline. It was May 1991, a hard spring for the Cubans, who were mortified by the loss of the Soviet Union, it too an exalted vision, disappearing into the deep blue abyss of history, unabsolved.
Considering her undeniable sex appeal and her capacity for being the focal point of any crowd, you'd think Jaime Pressly's natural habitat would be the glitzy Hollywood gala. Think again. "I could care less about red carpets and velvet ropes," says the high-flying star of the new action film Torque. "It's like pulling teeth to get me to those things. I want to go sit at a hole-in-the-wall with my friends, knock back a margarita, talk about real stuff and laugh." Suddenly we wish we'd invited the 26-year-old actress to meet us somewhere—anywhere—more down-to-earth than a swank poolside cafe. But even dressed down in jeans, a T-shirt and a knit cap, Jaime outshines the trendy surroundings.
Ms. La Guerre, some time ago I told you that if you didn't show a little more enthusiasm for your work here as my housekeeper, I'd have to reconsider your position, which most of the time should be on your back.Oui, Monsieur duck.
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Hey, cut yourself some slack. In the thick of February—the iciest, most suicide-friendly month of the year—there's no better time to skip out on your plans, kick back in your castle with your favorite naked girl and indulge in some peace and quiet. What could beat a 27-year-old single malt accompanied by some prime space-monster slaughter from the new Alien nine disc DVD boxed set ($99, pictured below)? Pour a tall one from our bar of this winter's new liquors, power up these hometheater components, and toast to the recline of Western civilization.
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