Allow us to reintroduce you to Alicia Machado. You may remember her as Miss Universe 1996, the beauty who, after adding a few pounds during her reign, unfortunately was called an "eating machine" by Donald Trump on The Howard Stem Show. (As for us, we've always liked curves.) But forget that— now think of her only as the most beautiful Venezuelan you've ever seen and the first Miss Universe to bare it all for us. "I was so happy to do this," Machado says. "I had never posed nude before but figured the time was right." Queen Alicia was shot in Mexico, a land that loves Machado; when her pictorial recently ran in Mexican playboy, the issue became that edition's best-seller at the time. "I felt very beautiful to be outside in the sun and the sand," she says. "I think it shows in the photos."
Frank Owen vividly describes how in 1967 the "hoodies" caused a speed epidemic in Haight-Ashbury (The Dark Side of the Summer of Love, July), but I don't think he places enough emphasis on the neighborhood's inherent weakness for meth. I first heard the snarling glossolalia of speeders there in 1964. At Timothy Leary's suggestion, the I.SD millionaire Owsley Stanley put a little meth in his first batches of acid, "for clarity." In those days there was a severe drought of mari-
What is your tech guru's problem? He seems to have a grudge against Apple. A year ago he pushed a gaggle of ugly iPod wannabes while diss-ing the iPod as too fragile. Now he's pimping a bunch of iPhone "alternatives" (Sweet Talk, June). What's wrong with going with the best? Drew Haney Glendale, California
Since you love grapefruit soda (The Grills Next Door, July), try this: Add two ounces of Tanqueray Rangpur gin to a collins glass of ice, fill with grapefruit soda and finish with a twist. It's best after several hours of tanning with your girl.
A cartoon in July appears to depict a lifeguard raping an unconscious woman. If I'm missing the joke, please explain. Otherwise you owe readers an apology for violating the standards of good taste you have upheld for so many decades.
Given the rate of movement through space of the Earth, the solar system, the Milky Way galaxy and the universe itself, British scientists calculate that during an average act of sexual intercourse, lasting 7 minutes, 54 seconds, the Earth travels 89,180,153 miles.
Due to a ruling that states women are equally entitled as men to doff their tops in public, a New York woman who'd been picked up for baring her breasts recently accepted $29,000 to settle a civil rights lawsuit.
The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford
(Brad Pitt, Casey Affleck, Sam Rockwell) This brooding Western saga based on Ron Hansen's novel has young Ford saddling up with his gunslinging idol James, only to be so consumed by jealousy that he hatches a plan to snuff his hot-wired former hero.
(George Clooney, Tom Wilkinson, Tilda Swinton) Clooney's Clayton is a burned-out fixer for a powerful law firm. He gets called in to do damage control when a guilt-ridden colleague's mental meltdown threatens to derail a nasty multimillion-dollar class-action lawsuit brought against a chemical company.
(Jamie Foxx, Jennifer Garner, Jeremy Piven) It's balls-out action sprinkled with explosive geopolitics as an FBI agent leads a team of specialists into Riyadh to destroy the perpetrators of a deadly anti-American attack. Disoriented by the culture, the team takes assistance from a sympathetic Saudi cop.
(Owen Wilson, Adrien Brody, Jason Schwartzman) After tragedy befalls their parents, three brothers go on a train trip through India in an attempt to renew their family bond. When smuggling a poisonous snake gets them booted off the train, their further adventures in self-discovery don't turn out as expected.
French rock has long been an undeserved punch line, but anyone who has heard Jacques Dutronc's mid-1960s output knows Paris had sounds even back then to rival the grittiest British Invasion material. Now the city has produced a combo able to hold its own against the Scandinavian garage-band explosion and also serve as a Gallic answer to the Donnas. These girls make stripped-down guitar rock, and with most songs clocking in under two minutes, they do it right. (Caroline) vw —Tim Mohr
This jubilant U.K. troupe made a name with its childlike enthusiasm, schoolyard-chant vocals and aggressively unorthodox approach to sampling, taking in every possible genre and style of music and spinning it all into a sparkling, upbeat funfest. The collective's signature treble-heavy, blissed-out cut-and-paste sound is once again in full effect on this second album, but it accommodates a surprising range of music, extending here even to Belle & Sebastian pop. (Sub Pop) WV/2 —T.M.
The former Pulp guitarist makes gorgeous throwback music, his deep voice crooning over guitar twang that evokes the era when swing metamorphosed into rockabilly. He is also a pop classicist, floating his songs—all of which are exquisite on this remarkably consistent album—on arrangements rich with strings, pianos and horns. The effect is like a modern-day version of Gene Vincent, whose "The Night Is So Lonely" wouldn't be out of place on this record. (Mute) VVVV —T.M.
We owe photographer Ommer a debt of gratitude for giving his subjects full artistic control. Sure, he facilitated the process, helped arrange the mise-en-scenes, but then he left the room and relinquished the shutter trigger to a woman's hand. What's striking about the results is not just the range of physical beauty and attitudes but the joyful exhibitionism throughout. What's sexier than a woman eager to offer you a glimpse of her most private self? —Amy Grace Loyd
DLP SETS HAVE long been the Jan Brady of the TV market: solid, dependable and well priced but bulky and with far less wow factor than their Marcia-like flat-screen counterparts. Well, think of Mitsubishi's WD-73833 ($5,900, mitsubishi-tv.com) as Jan's coming-out party. The company sliced its 73-inch, 1080p sets from 200-plus pounds to a svelte 92.4 and squeezed its DLP guts into a chassis that's just 17.5 inches deep. Now that's what we call marriage material.
IN THE APOCALYPSE NOW documentary Hearts of Darkness an obsessive and indulgent Francis Ford Coppola insists the red wine used in a segment breathe from the bottle for two hours. If only he had a decanter like this from Peugeot ($250, broadwaypanhandler.com) to turbo-charge the blossoming of his nectar. Arguably, he could have saved thousands—and the scene.
IT'S A QUESTION with which every man must at some point wrestle: Do I buy a boat or an island? We've always been island people, but the Swan 131 (nautorgroup.com) is making us rethink our position. This 40-meter Finnish sweetheart is the biggest yacht the company has ever produced and is luxurious beyond compare. In keeping with Nautor's philosophy, the fiberglass-
I was with two female friends in downtown Vegas when they decided to flash some passersby. As soon as they lifted their shirts, a cop came up and told us it's illegal. Some Vegas hotels allow topless sunbathing. I have traveled in Europe, and this is not a problem there. Why should it be illegal for a woman to expose her breasts?—M.S., Las Vegas, Nevada
In promoting nuclear plants as the answer to the world's energy needs, James Lovelock dismisses the dangers of a Chernobyl-like accident ("Greens for Nukes," July). But accidents will happen. The number of deaths attrib-
Although I agree with Curtis White's conclusion in "The Truth About Al Franken" (May), as one of those America lovers, I offer an alternative explanation as to why Al Franken and Rush Limbaugh find convergence. Perhaps through their own efforts and with support from family and friends, they have risen to positions of renown, influence and significant socioeconomic status in their respective milieus. Perhaps they understand that no place else on earth offers such opportunity to rise from obscurity to influence. Just ask Ronald Reagan, Bill Clinton, Bill Gates, Oprah Winfrey, Cesar Chavez and Martin Luther King Jr. Perhaps Franken and Limbaugh find comfort in knowing that when they walk out of the studio after a good session of partisan yakety-yak no secret police will be waiting for them. Perhaps they understand that, for all the real and imagined problems America
Frederick Barthelme would have us believe New Orleans was the only area affected by Hurricane Katrina on August 2005 ("Help Wanted," June). Katrina was a category-three hurricane and struck not only Louisiana but Mississippi, Florida and Alabama. Yet contrary to Bar-thelme's assertions, all we hear about is
london—Prolific author Salman Rushdie, whose 1988 novel The Satanic Verses raised the ire of the Muslim world and led Iran to issue a fatwa in 1989 calling for his murder, was awarded a knighthood this past summer, causing renewed protests. Iranian and Pakistani government officials criticized the honor for Rushdie, whose second novel, Midnight's Children, won the prestigious Booker Prize in 1981 and the Booker of Bookers in 1993—meaning it was judged the best Booker winner in the award's then-25-year history. Pakistan's minister of religious affairs went so far as to say the honor would justify future suicide bombings in the U.K. The British government is standing firm, pushing back against what Guardian writer Mark Lawson called "censorship by terror."
Washington. DC—Dr. Richard Carmona, the surgeon general from 2002 to 2006, told a congressional panel that Bush administration officials repeatedly tried to weaken or suppress health reports, based on political considerations. He said he was not allowed to speak or issue reports about stem cells, emergency contraception and sex education, among other things, and was discouraged from attending the Special Olympics supposedly because of the Kennedy family's involvement with the organization. He was also asked to make speeches supporting Republican political candidates. Carmona consulted the six most recent surgeons general, and all said they felt Carmona faced more political interference than they had. "The reality is that the nation's doctor has been marginalized and relegated to a position with no independent budget and with supervisors who are political appointees with partisan agendas," Carmona wrote in prepared testimony for Congress. "Anything that doesn't fit into the political appointees' ideological, theological or political agenda is ignored, marginalized or simply buried. In public health, as in a democracy, there is nothing worse than ignoring science or marginalizing the voice of science for reasons driven by changing political winds."
douglas county. Georgia—The troubling case of a teenager who landed in jail after having consensual oral sex with another teen just gets more bizarre. Genarlow Wilson has served more than two years of a 10-year sentence for having oral sex with a 15-year-old girl when he was 17. When the act took place, in 2003, consensual oral sex
fort lauderdale- Mayor Jim Naugle wants to spend $250,000 on an experimental public toilet with a door that automatically opens after a short time. His rationale? It will hinder "homosexual activity," which he deems "anonymous sex, illegal sex." Local police say restroom sex is not a problem.
recent years a particular species of provocateuse has sprung up at colleges across the country: the sex columnist. Whether she's flip and flirty or deadly earnest, her weekly musings on dating, mating and getting yourself tested can be much needed must-reads in bland campus newspapers. It's probably no coincidence that these pundits of pleasure were raised on Sex and the City. Whether they're destined to be Carrie Bradshaws, Dr. Ruths or suburban hausfraus is beside the point; right now, nobody knows more about the sexual goings-on in the collegiate trenches (as it were) than the young ladies who write about them every week. We spoke to seven of the best about campus carnality.
In 2004 a brash bunch of Harvard students grabbed headlines by starting H Bomb, a college sex magazine. It contained some predictable colle=~ giate stuff: erotic poetry and fiction, some saucy doodles and ponderous essays ("Elimidate: Towards a Phenom-
Ben Applebaum and Derrick Pitt-man, the editors of Turd Ferguson o- the Sausage Party: An Uncensored Guide to College Slang, share some of their favorite campus cant. Bonar: The uncanny ability of a guy to know when a hot girl has set foot anywhere on the hall. Cleat Chaser: A girl who is obsessed with getting it on with athletes. Imagibation: Thinking intensely about waxing it with a really hot girl when you're in class. Mass Dumpings: Traditional times throughout the year when students execute simultaneous breakups. Some common mass dumpings are the Turkey Dump (before Thanksgiving break), the Spring Cleaning (before spring break) and the Hat Toss (right after graduation). Sexiled: When someone is forced to sleep outside his or her room because a roommate wants to get busy with a partner. Stride of Pride: Like the infamous post-one-night-stand walk of shame across campus but slower, to ensure bragging rights are received. Reserved almost exclusively for dudes.
WITH THESE GOODIES AT YOUR FINGERTIPS, YOU'LL BE SERVING LIKE FEDERER
A home bar starts with a kegerator. the basic tool that turns any room into a genuine gathering place. The Pcrlick Beer Dispenser Cabinet ($5,228. bringperlick home.com) is available with two or three draft taps and an attached minifridge for chilling bottled beer and mugs. It's outdoor rated and has a variable-speed compressor coupled with an electronic temperature control and display for ultra-quick, precise keg cooling. (We suggest cellar temperature, 55 degrees.) To make sure you pull your pints with authority, Taphandles stocks all kinds of handle styles (from about $22, taphandles.com). You can go with a simple paddle or pub-style handle or choose from a catalog of more than 100 custom beauties. The company will even fabricate resin handles especially for your homespun suds ($3,500 for a minimum order of 100). If you insist on having the brand name of your go-to bevvy. BeerTaps.com has the usual suspects for about 50 bucks. Even more than wine, beer needs the right glass to bring out its full flavor. You don't want to
We'll give you a hint. It's not total yards, total yards passing, total yards rushing or how many beers the quarterback downed the night before the game. The most important statistic for winning games in the NFL is yards per pass. Take the gross amount of yards gained in the air and divide by the number of throws. The result is the best simple indicator of offensive effectiveness ever measured. Try this at the office every Monday morning during football season: Have someone open the sports pages to the NFL box scores and, without asking who won or even the names of the teams, have him give you just two totals for each team—the number of yards gained passing and the number of throws. The team that averaged the most yards per throw will be the winner more than 80 percent of the time. That's how it has been for the past half century in pro football, from Johnny Unitas to Peyton Manning. Good teams always finish in the top half of the league in yards per throw; bad teams finish in the bottom half. Let's simplify this even more: In the most recent Super Bowl, the Indianapolis Colts, who averaged 7.9 yards per throw during the regular season [first in the AFC], played the Chicago Bears, who averaged 6.7 [eighth in the NFC]. Forget the running game, defense and kicking game, and just remember the two teams' yards per throw. The Colts, of course, won 29-17. History says the Bears never had a chance. —fl.B.
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Distinguished students and alumni should be celebrated—it's gd marketing. So when Oregon State University undeigrad Sara Jean Underwood was named I'laymale of ihe Year lor 2007, three OSU students thought
What did you do this summer? Miss April 2005 Courtney Culkin, Cyber Girl Jillian Beyor, Miss November 2001 Lindsey Vuolo, Miss July 2007 Tiffany Selby and Miss March 2006 Monica Leigh trekked out to the tony Hamptons on sandy Long Island. There they partied with July cover girl Amanda Beard at the club Stereo by the Shore, an extension of the New York City nightclub. This just made the night hotter for everyone else.
Just which way does MAJA IVARSSON swing? Answer: Both of 'em. The enchanting lead singer for Swedish power-poppers the Sounds is on record saying she's bisexual. It may be a savvy career move. To paraphrase Woody Allen, it doubles your chances of getting a gig on a Saturday nighl.
We have trouble seeing the greatness in the great outdoors if going there means missing a Jets game. If you're one of the higher beings who have evolved past feeling ashamed of their out-of-control TV habit, DirecTV would like a word. Pictured here in all its glory is the company's Sal-Go device ($1,500, directv.com), a 27-pound briefcase containing a satellite dish, receiver and 17-inch screen. Il runs off an internal battery for up to one hour, or you can plug it into your car for unlimited goggleboxing. Not only is it the ultimate tailgating accessory, you'll be amazed at how effectively 250 channels can distract you from the wonders of nature.
The classic Ace comb has changed very little from the one your great-grandfather shared with his 14 siblings. But since you whipper-snappers are never satisfied. Ace now offers a full line of men's practical glooming gear, adding things like a copper-brisde brush lor dandruff, facial-hair scissors, a nose- and ear-hair trimmer and a diabolical-looking nailbrush. Prices run horn about $4 for a basic comb to about $32 for a Power Grooming Set. All are available at aceformen.com.
Most of our computer needs—e-mail, web browsing, image tweaking, word processing—don't require much power. Which is why we dig Zonbu (zonbu.com). This tiny PC comes without keyboard, monitor and mouse and costs $ 100 plus S13 to S20 a month for two years. (The monthly fee is for support and online storage.) It runs Linux (which works just like Windows) and is loaded with most of what you use for everyday computing.
The Jedi may jump around with their flashy lightsabii -but everyone knows the true hero of Star Wars is the little astromech that could, R2-D2. This two-thirds-scale R2 ($2,800, nikkor2d2.com) is nearly as useful as the original, with a built-in DVD player, photo-card readers, il'od dock and speakers, plus a video projector in his "eye." We say throw in Episode IV mix up some blue milk and improvise your own cantina scene. Just remember, no blasters.
Analog film isn't dead; it's just taking a disco nap. Lomographic's inexpensive single-purpose cameras put the whimsy back into capturing your life. We like the Fisheye No. 2 (right, $70, lomography .com), which compresses nearly 180 degrees of visuals into a demented circle. Deeper-pocketed filmheads will love this Leica homage, the Yasuhara T981 range finder (left, $700), complete with gold accents.
We have a simple system for predicting the weather: If the sky is clear when we leave the house, we don't pack an umbrella, ruins out our system doesn't work. Develop your meteorological ESP with an Ambient Umbrella ($125, ambit-ntdevices.com), the smartest rain stopper we've seen. Not just a good gust-busting brolly, it also receives wireless AccuVVeather.com data, and its handle lights up when the forecast calls for precip. Keep one by the door and never ruin a nice pair of Ferragamo loafers again.
There was a time when traveling by air meant getting dressed up. It meant your best double-knit poly-blend sky-blue slacks and a swell striped tie, wide as you please. Pan Am hasn't been running planes for 16 years, but its logo and baggage are timeless jet-age icons. Now Machine Project Inc. has revitalized them with 12 cabin bags (from $52, panamone.com) that pay homage to a more civilized time. Because there's no better martini than the one you have at 20,000 feet.
Before Prohibition, New York was known for its rye. After it ended, the distillers never returned. Until now. Tuthilltown Spirits (tuthilltown.com) in Gardiner, New York began making booze two years ago, including Government Warning Rye ($40), whose spicy, peppery flavor says what an official name can't. Next to it you'll find its brother, Hudson Baby Bourbon ($40), made from 100 percent New York corn and sporting fruit notes that aren't overly sweet.
BUNNIES AT THE PALMS—THE PLAYBOY CLUB AT THE PALMS IS ENJOYING THE GLAMOROUS CACHET OF THE FABLED CLUBS OF AN EARLIER ERA. THAT'S DUE IN NO SMALL MEASURE TO THESE DELECTABLE BUNNIES, WHO DON EARS. BOW TIES AND LITTLE ELSE IN A PERFECTLY HOSPITABLE PICTORIAL.