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December 22, 2009

Christmas Eve fast approaching. We are finishing the wrapping tonight. And tomorrow, celebrating with our friends Mike and Karen with sushi. For Christmas Eve I may go to a movie with my other mother-in-law, Sally. She adores my kids, and we may take her to a movie… See, I’m not such a hater after all.

 Had lunch in Larchmont today with Percival Everett one of my favorite people of all time, he and his wife Danzy Senna have two beautiful boys, and he is a brilliant author, we’re happy to be publishing another one of his books next year. The day stumbled on from light into darkness and now there is music and wrapping and Christmas lights in our area flowing like rain.

 For those of you who have not made your New Year’s Eve plans, tickets are still available to the Playboy Mansion, (I checked) I’m not making it this year… I’ll be teaching at the Nebraska MFA low residency program and staying at the Lied Lodge which has a magnificent New Year’s Eve Party which I’m looking forward to, I’m going to see if I can get my husband to dance. But for the rest of you who aren’t making it to Nebraska which has a great MFA Program, check it out…http://www.unomaha.edu/unmfaw/ and I am teaching there in December… or… you could go to the Playboy Mansion.. I mean, do you want to learn to be a great writer? You can go to the Playboy Mansion any time!

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There’s nothing fuelled by speculation anymore in the Tiger Woods saga after the latest reports of an unconfirmed blonde (female of course) been taken to the hospital at 2-30am the other night. Be warned, it’s not  a recommended time to be wandering around the Isleworth area anymore.

Tiger, tiger , burning bright,

In the forest of the night

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry

The gaps in the William Blake poem could be significant.

Where now are we going with this story. All seems true so it’s only left for me to speculate, and I hasten to add I am a mere speculator in all of this. But spectacles need speculating and therefore I MUST speculate. Another nine women have emerged with even more stories and it now appears that he had more than his pie at Perkins. He might have landed a Big Whopper at Burger King and there are rumors of a threesome with the red headed quarter ponder he was seen putting on the green. Further down the road more illicit affairs will be exposed, if only because of his undeniable wealth. More news as Tiger is offered more two for one’s. When Tiger is in town every hour is Happy Hour.

I’m not quite sure what went on on Black Friday but this is naturally the busiest day of the year with many people traveling and most of them to distant woodlands. The inevitable cook outs amount to an abundant porking and plenty of skewering. We’re heading for ‘all you can eat Tiger buffets.’ It’s bound to be a popular tourist attraction.

And just when I was about to put cursor down we find out Gatorade pulled out. At least someone did….Their story is they had decided to before all this. Really well why didn’t they say so then. Why hit a man when he’s going down, I mean down. I think by the time the year is over this could well become one of the stories of the year, if of course it has ended by then. One woman going to the hospital, one woman moving out voluntarily and maybe a squadron moving in so he can put them all on retainers and pick and chose who he takes where. No need for clandestine encounters now, every time he walks to check in to a hotel everyone’s going to point at him and some will come forward to admit to NEVER shagging him.

We are now hearing stories of prescription drugs. God forbid what else will be discovered. The police officer’s report says that he had been drinking and the person who found him said he was asleep. Even I’m getting confused. What next, reports of him being behind on his car payments. Maybe we’ll find out he had houses his wife didn’t know about and then of course the stories of the love child. People will know it wasn’t me, I’ll be history.

I’m hoping I won’t need to write any more Tiger blogs but it is a fascinating subject so maybe I will. It’s up to him, I might even take up golf so one day I too can point at him. I will lie and say he used to tour manage Death Cab for Cutie.

The funniest thing of all is not only one porn star but two. There’s nothing like making a play for the hard to pull chicks. They must have been a catch. Not one but two Tiger!! They’ll be more, of that I’m sure. And we haven’t had a dwarf, some trailer trash or a drag queen. Maybe there’s some royalty, a trapeze artist, a dolphin trainer, two lion tamers and an astronaut.

I imagine he’s been to the Playboy Mansion and is first in line for Hugh’s dressing gown. Arise Sir Tiger the new king of libido, winner of the Nob peace prize.

The Sun is tackling the controversial subject of posing for Playboy magazine- an American magazine founded by Hugh Hefner containing images of naked women, interviews and fashion.

Founded in 1953, Playboy has featured the likes of American national treasure Marilyn Monroe and The King of Pop’s older sister LaToya Jackson.

Women who pose for Playboy will undoubtedly come across critics who will accuse them of degrading themselves for the sake of money.

But with a salary of approximately $25,000 (around £18,000) a month is this an offer too good to turn down? Why not make quicker earnings rather than be stuck in a dead-end job paying the minimum wage, some argue?

Of course the woman that poses nude for Playboy carries the risk of being seen as an object of sexual desire, and nothing more.

What people seem to forget is that the girls of the Playboy mansion are not all prostitutes, and if they are then that is wrong. A woman’s body is a temple and giving it up to any Tom, Dick and Harry is quite simply self abuse.

However,people often don’t realise that to be in Playboy you do not necessarily have to be naked- some are dressed in the iconic bunny outfits.

There is definitly the view that women who pose for Playboy, whether naked or not, are all beauty and no brains. An old Bible saying comes to mind here; “Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.”

MY Sun users have engaged with this debate.

Phoebe81 says: “I have no problem with getting my kit off and to be paid for it. I’d be laughing all the way to the bank.”

alliebabe agrees and said: “I’ve always fantasised about doing it and the thrill of it.”

gemmamariemc is more reluctant, stating “The thought of my dad, brothers,uncles, grandad etc coming across it is enough to put me off!”

emmazzz hits the nail right on the head when she argues: “I don’t have the body for it anyway, but have no problem with those that do. They aren’t harming anyone and aren’t exploited as the get paid good cash for it

“My daughter is a photographer and gets lots of women asking her to take nude shots for loved ones and portfolios. It’s become much more open in the last few years. As long as it’s tasteful I’ve no problems with it.”

Forum comment of the day:

“It’s a COMPLIMENT if a guy is jerking off to your picture or even thinking of you while he does it. It means you look HOT and are attractive and desirable. Sex is not bad…..relax and go with it. It’s a healthy, natural thing.”

A tad explicit, but funny nonetheless!

Would you flash your flesh for cash?

Is it a case of move on with times, women are free to do what they want with their bodies?

If you haven’t read Gods of the 21^st Century you’ll have to before reading this. You can read it here. Otherwise you won’t know who these people are, unless you’re like a genius or something. On to our story…

The Gods are all gathered at the palatial, earthly estate of Heffneus to celebrate the fact that they are Gods. Many mortal but beautiful humans are also present. The women are wearing rabbit ears and not much else and enjoying fun games of volleyball, naked pillow fights, and ‘oil me up and I’ll rub you down’ activities. Heffneus greets all of his male guests with a bottle of Dom and a long Cohiba cigar. As is customary, he greets all of his female guests with a long awkward hug. There was a stiff moment of silence as he embraced Brangelina and woke the slumbering Brad, resulting in a brief, but unmistakable swordfight before Heffneus backed away with a flourish of red robe and indignity.

Ashtonisis immediately began tweeting, ‘Party @ Heff’s, everyGods here. Just saw Heff + Brangelina swordfight. LMAO. So awesome!’

As Barackus began chiming his coke spoon against his champaign glass, Tyras sidled up to the great leader, flashed him a smile of brilliance and said, “You’re so fierce. Be FIERCE.” After Barackus was able to begrudgingly pull his gaze from her perfect, shimmering breasts, he cleared his throat, frowned, found his teleprompter and began, “Gods and Goddesses, we are here today to celebrate…..” He was interrupted by a loud, resounding….SHLOP…  followed by ten seconds of utter silence before “Oh God damn it OJ. What the fuck is the matter with you? Are you stupid?” asked Duggarus as she juggled three babies between her two breasts.

“Dude,” said Ashtonisis as he began tweeting, ‘OJ just lopped off some random guy’s head. This Party is Awesome!’

“Well that’s not sexy or polite” said Heffneus.

“Whoa,” said Phelpius before taking another hit from his golden bong.

“Dude, that’s my line” said Joey Lawrence.

“Who even invited you Joey?” asked Heffneus.

“That was so fierce” said Tyras.

“Bravo, my good man” said Cheneyticus and Cruiseus in unison as they raised their glasses in a toast.

Barackus adjusted his tie, gave a hint of a frown, and said “Olympus Julius, this behavior is wholly inappropriate for we are among Gods and must act accordingly.” “Sorry,” said OJ, “that guy told me he won my rookie gladiator trading card on an EBay auction for only $95. That shit was insulting. That’s like stealing from me…OJ. Besides, he was going to have a heart attack in three years anyway.” “Well your hostile actions demand consequences. We will hold meetings and possibly at some later date impose sanctions upon you,” exclaimed Barackus with an air of superiority. “Yea, well fuck you too brother” mumbled OJ. ‘Well’ thought Barackus to himself, ‘I won’t return your calls for a month. And when you say hi, I’ll say hi back, but it’ll be a chilly sounding hi.’ Barackus then felt justice, as only masters of passive-aggression can feel justice.

Just then Palina chimed in for the first time with, “Well you’re going to dig the fucking thing, I’m not digging the fucking hole.” OJ, then laughed and said, “Who the fuck cares? What is it, the first hole I dug?”  

Westicus then came strutting out of one of the bedrooms, stepping casually over the headless corpse without so much as a glance and said, “There’s only two sisters at this whole party and they both have ashy knees. But all the white women here is fine as china. You don’t care about black people.” Then he stormed out.

As everyone else began clearing out, Heffneus began to sulk.

His erection began to deflate.

Heffneus knew great despair.

He began to plot his revenge.

As Ashtonisis got into his limo, he began tweeting, ‘Party’s over. Peep’s all left. Lawsuits pending. Awesome night!’

October 30, 2009

I am thinking a great deal about the literary life and poetry.  If you are Paris Hilton, you are a commodity, and everyone wants a piece of you.  You occupy a piece of the public imagination and desire like the Playboy Mansion or cheap catsup or Budweiser or the Superbowl.  You’re both the stuff of dreams and you’re ubiquitous.  Nobody has to wish for you, you’re everywhere.  Nobody has to want you, you’re in their face. 

 Poetry is on the other hand, almost rare enough to be invisible.  And because it is so under-valued, it becomes fought over in the little trenches as if the little wars were over something that matters.  Academic poetry vs. accessible poetry.  That’s Jorie Graham and John Ashberry vs. Billy Collins and Matthew Dickman.  The poets who love Billy will try to read Jorie and with enough help, sometimes they make it, and by help, I mean advanced degrees.  But there’s always someone to diss you for loving the accessible poets, clearly you aren’t smart enough. 

 There’s street poetry and slam poetry, club poetry and confessional poetry, formal, vs. informal. Red Hen Press publishes poetry that could be used in classrooms but is accessible.  We don’t publish work that is telling you that you’re not that smart.  To name a few non-Red Hen poets I like (of course I like my own poets, I published them) there are Janice Harrington and Matthew Dickman, Nick Flynn, C.D. Wright and Anne Carson.  I could go on.  I suppose Carson can be difficult, but that’s the point.

 But of all these divides and sub cultures, the biggest divide in the poetry world is East vs. West.  West Coast poetry includes wide open spaces, military zones, working class lesbians, down and out pot smokers, nail biting students, marginalized drifters.  The West Coast has room for reinvention, experiments, for wildness. 

 The East Coast and by that I mostly mean Manhattan reads the poetry published on that tiny island and the reviews on that island and because that world is so small and insular and they don’t get off it much, they believe that every word is true.  We read their poetry and their reviews because we’re curious.  But they do not read the poetry of the great open plains, the poetry of the out of doors, of the restless, the poetry of David Mason, Kate Coles, Peggy Shumaker, Judy Grahn.  “A Woman talking to Death,” is arguably one of the most important American poems of the twentieth century.  Any feminist on this side of the Hudson would know that poem, but I bet you anything, I could walk up to one hundred intellectuals in New York and none of them would have heard of Judy Grahn or read either “A Woman Talking to Death” or “Edward the Dyke.” 

 For years, I’ve been hatching a solution.  (Don’t you like it? The Red Hen, hatching?) and it isn’t fully hatched yet, I am open to suggestions. Ignoring New York and pretending it isn’t there isn’t it.  No, I’ve formed alliances.  We have three reading series in NY and plan to keep bringing NY readers here, dropping off our galleys to NY reviewers.  I don’t know how to be actually seen or read in NY.  But I’m watching Paris Hilton for a clue.  Surely, I can learn something from the queen of camp.  She’s visible in her tawdry things, like a scamp against the damp with her tramp stamp, she’s a vamp poet too, poet of commodity, poet of things. Maybe, the poetry I love, the outsider poetry could be appreciated and read and loved just like America loves Paris Hilton in spite of her faults or maybe because of them.  We need a little more tramp and we’re California, we can do it.

 October 29, 2009

Americans are obsessed with the Playboy Mansion which became Hugh Hefner’s full time residence in 1974.  Americans need and want the idea of instant gratification.  As I have pointed out before in this blog, America is a country of children, of cowboys and Indians, of people who did not grow up, who want it all yesterday.  The lost boys travel light years into the future and become donut eating, wife swapping, Jerry Springer watching, football and Nascar enthusiasts.  Not thinkers.  And the Playboy Mansion is everything a boy could dream of.  You do not have to speak to the women, the ideal woman is beautiful and you don’t have to do a single thing to impress her.  You can talk, she’ll listen, then you have sex.  It’s all about you, you, you.  I know, you’re thinking what’s wrong with that?  A little narcissism is a good thing.  What about Shel Silverstein in that book Red Hen published, Shel Silverstein and Me, living at the Playboy Mansion, fathering children he didn’t raise, wandering off alone, dying a millionaire.  Yes, but he died alone.  His housekeeper found him. 

 If you could spend a weekend at the mansion, have some fun with the bunnies, be a kid, get laid, go away and then grow up and have an adult relationship, I suppose what’s the harm?  Like looking at a girlie mag once or going to nude bar once, it probably won’t make you someone who disrespects women for life or can never have a loving wonderful relationship with a woman.  But if you have to have pornography, than you don’t need women.  If you like nude bars, then a real woman will probably be a disappointment.  And if your big fantasy is the Playboy Mansion, maybe it’s worth asking, why you don’t want to be with a real woman who can have a conversation with you.   I agree some women talk too much, but it’s so much fun to get to know somebody… to get past infatuation, past drama, to real friendship.  It’s worth it.  But many Americans won’t find out because they won’t grow up.

 But here’s to Hugh Hefner, who wrote a fine blurb for the Shel Silverstein book, hosts the Playboy Jazz Festival which is fabulous… and last but not least, holds a Celebrity Poker Tournament every year  to raise money for the Marijuana Policy Project.  Now that is what I call a great guy.  He may be permanently living with the bunnies but he cares about music and education.  That’s something.  I want to go visit the mansion, and when I do, I’ll report back to y’all.

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Who’s that guy????
Choose a character below and send me the answer… but pay attention… It’s not easy to do…

Oooh pretty fall picture!

Raise your hands if you’ve ever been on a food tour in Chicago… Shit. I can’t see your hands so this was an epic fail. Ok, well I have and I’m going to tell you about it because I have a blog and that’s what bloggers do, they write about shit and people read it and think “Oh wow, this blogger is all-wise and knowing and actually has great taste in shoes so if she says it, it must be true” and then I take over the world and everyone lives happily ever after. But really, I’m going to tell you about my food tour so strap in and shut up because this tale is epic.

The food tour I went on was done by Chicago Food Planet Food Tours. The tour started off at Ashkenaz Deli next to the Big Bowl on Cedar Street in the Gold Coast. I was skeptical at first – I didn’t know what to expect or how this worked. To be honest, I was expecting a lot of locals. Nay. There were people from all over, from Michigan to Indiana to Kansas. There were some suburbanites from Lake Zurich and anther couple from Uptown, so the blend was nice. Ok, back to food.

We began with delicious Reuben sandwiches at the deli. DELICIOUS. These Reubens were made with pastrami, though you can also make Reubens with corned beef. Did you know that? There’s a difference though! Corned beef and pastrami are both pickled; however, pastrami is then smoked and seasoned. Bam, bitches! Add in the special Russian dressing and you basically have an orgasm in front of 17 strangers. It’s all part of the experience.

The tea was delicious for this cool autumn day.

From there we journeyed onto Tea Gschwendner. I’m not a big tea drinker. To be honest, I usually funnel diet coke down my throat first thing in the morning and then affix some sort of caffeinated IV to my veins around noon. For some reason, I was inspired to drink tea this morning, and as I sit here sipping on the mixture from water and a Lipton tea bag, I wonder why the fuck I decided to eat rocks for breakfast. That’s right, rocks. Because on my food tour, I learned that tea bags are made from the bottom of the barrel tea remnants aka tea dust. This shit is for real, people, so pay attention. All those fancy tea leaves that REAL tea drinkers use, yea – those are top-of-the-barrel. The bags get what’s left at the very bottom, including dirt and rocks and probably some sort of animal feces (Ok, they didn’t say that last part on the tour but my mind is fucked. What do you want). One other point before I move on. To all you green tea snobs, shove it. Black tea is just as healthy for you. Yea, I said it.

The next part of the tour included a nice walk through the Gold Coast, complete with some architectural background and gossip. We buzzed past the original Playboy Mansion as well as the Florsheim Mansion. This place is something to pay attention to as it houses one of Chicago’s largest single malt scotch collections. ONE OF CHICAGO’S LARGEST SINGLE. MALT. SCOTCH. COLLECTIONS. Are you paying attention?

Do you know where cinnamon comes from??

We wound around the Gold Coast and up into Old Town on Wells until we arrived at The Spice House. Now this was an intriguing stop and I don’t even cook. I mean, I use my Calphalon saucepan as a back-up bowl for when I forget to run the dishwasher. But this place was pretty inspirational in piquing my cooking interest. They house any spice you can think of (all ground and blended on-site) and then some and the prices are fabulous. We also got to learn a whole lot about cinnamon and eat bark that tastes like Big Red. Awesome.

Old Town Oil was next on the map. I wasn’t really looking forward to this one. What exactly is so exciting about tasting….oil? Blech. Then the tour guide Jen, who was friggen awesome, whipped up some sort of concoction and shot it back. SHOT. IT. BACK. Oil shooters! Sounds gross….tastes awesome. You’d be surprised at the different combinations you can create and just how tasty they can be. Another quaint yet profound Old Town staple that piqued my interest enough that I considered using my oven for something other than a spare attic.

That is a giant 10 lb bar of chocolate you are looking at, foo.

Fudge Pot. I don’t even know what to say about this place other than that I was surrounded by surreal chocolate shapes and statues and bars. At one point I was standing next to a melting pot containing 90 lbs of melted chocolate. 90 POUNDS!!! Are these people nuts?! The entire tour is worth it, if only for this one stop.

We took a nice little stroll down Wells to get to the next location, which was Catering | Chocolate. You’d think “Wait, two chocolate places in a row??” But no. This was actually a catering business that handles some fairly high-end clients. They’ve catered for names like Bill Clinton and Obama and catering is where they make the majority of their profit. Where they also bring in the dough (you know you loved that pun, stfu) is from their walk-in business at this particular location. We sampled the hummus and it tingled my taste buds from my tongue down to my toes. In other words, I liked it so much that I just used random alliteration like a creepy nut job. You need to try it.

The final stop was Bacino’s Pizzeria on Lincoln, very close to my place. I critically injured the piece of stuffed pizza with spinach we were served and finished it in about 1.34 minutes. Despite its close location to my abode, I had never been. I will be back and they may or may not need the Jaws of Life to unhinge my jaws of death from whatever delicious nom they place in front of me.

I really cannot say enough awesome things about this tour. I was oblivious to the fact that this kind of thing existed until @ChiFoodPlanet DM’d me on Twitter and asked me if I’d be interested in going on a free tour (+guest) and writing about my experience. Why would I turn something like that down? I brought my friend Thomas along for some photography backup and we went. We ate. We cried. Then we ate some more. And in all honesty, I can say that I will be signing up for the other tour they offer in the Bucktown/Wicker Park neighborhoods. It’s more than worth the 42 bucks and you get a healthy helping of history and information about this fabulous city in addition to some really great food.

Ooh ooh ooh! One last thing before I forget – Jen, our food tour guide, was fantastic. She spoke with authority on the history and background of every spot and was an energetic ball of fun. If there’s one thing that can make or break a tour, it’s the guide and ours happened to be magnificent.

Peruse and understand every Word…then when you’re ready – email Me (ishtardomina@ishtarhawke.com ) I shall tell you how you can be one of the chosen ones. Be quick, boys. Divinity does NOT wait!

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The Playboy Mansion’s Kandy Halloween party last night was amazing!  I got super glammed up for it of course…even had my hair done pageant-style BIG!

Getting Ready!

I heard the average ticket was $1,500!  That’s some big bucks!  But it was no doubt every guy’s dream.  The guy-to-girl ratio was definitely disproportionate.  Hey, no complaints though. PB parties are hands down the best parties EVER!  Open bar, free food, A-list performers…. what else can you ask for?  Flo Rida performed…you know him “Apple bottom jeans, boots with the fur.  The whole club was looking at her.  She hit the floor, next thing you know…shorty got low, low, low, low, low, low.”  Flo Rida even jumped on his bodyguard’s shoulders and “crowd surfed”!

Flo Rida Performs At Playboy Mansion

  There were plenty of “painted costumes”.

Painted Bikini

Too many guys in inmate jumpsuits though.  I thought a busload of criminals really escaped from the LA county jail or something.  One of them should be arrested…he broke my camera!  (Word to the wise…be careful who you ask to take a picture at a party.  If he has to put down three drinks to grab your camera…probably not the best lush, uh– person, to ask.)  

Was someone giving away these costumes for free?

I thought this costume was funny.  He looked like a a real cop outside in the parking lot.  Hey! L.A. has a lot of beach cities…they really wear shorts!

Too short

And then there was this really annoying costume!  Uggghh! Angel wings.  If you haven’t gotten your costume yet and you’re planning to go to a Halloween party– PLEASE AVOID ANGEL WINGS!  They hit everyone in the face, they’re hard to maneuver, and honestly you won’t look cute when your wings are hanging into someone’s drink at the bar.  AND PLEASE DON’T DO THIS… stand right in front of the show when your wings are blocking my view!!!

Most Irritating Costume At Party

Aside from that super fun party…complete with a haunted mansion…where guests walked through a pitch-black maze with monsters jumping out.  

Crowd shot

Haunted Mansion

Playboy dancers

Wish you guys were all there!  Maybe next year!

Outside the Grotto

This Halloween at the Playboy Mansion will be a party for a good cause: The Wounded Warrior Project.

Flyer for the Playboy Mansion Halloween party (Photo Credit: clubzone.com)

Halloween night, October 31, 2009, is open to the public for their Haunted Hollywood-themed party.

While the party will be at the Playboy Mansion, Hugh Hefner is not the host, nor is the party an official Playboy party, according to a FoxNews.com article.

Executive Director of the Halloween 09 bash Jose Dominguez was quoted in the Fox News article:

Hef was kind enough to let the Wounded Warrior Project be a beneficiary on Halloween. Proceeds will help severely wounded veterans that have recently served in Afghanistan and Iraq. Halloween is the most sought-after night at the Mansion so it was a good opportunity to support our veterans and enjoy a great party at the same time.

Tickets are $1,000 a piece for General Admission, and are available at Clubzone.com. Fox News reported a VIP ticket option for a price up to $15,000, but I was unable to find an opportunity to purchase those tickets on the Clubzone website.

Due to the success of Playboy magazine, and “The Girls Next Door,” a reality television series on the E network about the lives of Hef’s girlfriends, I am certain the Halloween party will be a huge benefit to The Wounded Warrior Project.

The flyer advertises Playboy models, but makes no promise of Hugh Hefner or his girlfriends being present at the party. Examiner.com speculated on their presence at the party, but I think they will be at the official Playboy Halloween party at Highlands in Los Angeles.

I will be following this story around Halloween and will report on the amount collected from admission proceeds.

The proceeds benefit veterans, but is $1,000 to much for a Halloween party? I want to hear your thoughts.

The past few weeks have been crazy busy! I have thought about writing several times, but I have just been too busy, or by the time I sit down too tired to think straight!

I recently got a job at the Beverly Center (a huge really expensive mall here in LA) working at Kipling- a high-end luggage/purse/bag store. My friend Seth just left for Spain, so I sort of took his job- he tipped me off to it before he left. What a nice guy…I kept telling him I was glad he was leaving because otherwise I wouldn’t have a job. lol That’s not totally true. But, anyhow, I have been busy doing that on top of my 4 days of interning, plus church, and my online class.

When it comes to friends, I feel so blessed for all the new ones I have met since I have been out here. However, what is that saying? “Make new friends, but keep the old, one is silver and the other’s gold.” Well, I definitely know who my “gold” is. My friend Aubrey came to visit two weekends ago from home, and that was SO much fun. It really meant a lot to me that she took the time and money to commit to coming out here to see me.

We crammed a lot into the three days she was here. We layed out by the pool, went shopping, ate at Baja Fresh, saw Tim Allen perform at the Laugh Factory, ate at In-N-Out Burger, went to Universal Studios, ate at the Cheesecake Factory in Old Pasadena, found The Playboy Mansion, took a cruise down Rodeo Drive, went to Huntington Beach, ate some REAL good Pizza and had a HILARIOUS waiter, ate Fish Tacos at Jame’s Beach(where the movie “I Love You Man” was partially filmed), and went to Santa Monica Pier.

As you grow up and mature, and life takes you through ups and downs, you begin to realize who your true friends are. I feel lucky to call Aubrey one of mine. Despite the distance, she is always there for me to talk to and is always so loving and supportive…I couldn’t ask for a better friend.

So, as for my other important long-distance relationship; I cannot wait to see Drew a week from Friday! He made the decision to come visit me on a 4-day weekend he has off of school, and I am so excited! I know it’s costing him time, and money,but I hope by the time he leaves he will feel like it was worth it. =) I am sure we will have a great time.

It has been really difficult to be apart this past month and a half or so. Everyone says that long-distance is so much easier these days because of texting and phones and internet…but I don’t know. It really has been difficult in little ways. We haven’t had any BIG problems really, but we tend to fight and bicker over the stupidest things on the phone…it must be because we just miss each other…because we never really do that at home.

Two days ago I had a great day…I got to meet my “idol” who I have admired since I decided I wanted to go the direction of Music Supervision. Her name is Lindsay Wolfington and she is the Music Supervisor for the show One Tree Hill. When I was contemplating an internship out in LA, I tried to contact her, send my resume, look up her contact info, email her…anything to get a hold of her. Just ask Dan & Lori, my advisors up at school…I was on a HUNT for this woman. Unfortunately, I came up with zeros and sort-of lost hope of finding her right then. However (just like John Mayer…!) I knew that someday we were bound to cross paths….

Well, “someday”  came a lot sooner than I had expected! Through my internship(s), I have gotten to go to 2 of these “lunch showcases”. Basically, there is really good free food, and a performance from one or two artists and all the Music Supervisors and big-name industry people get invited for free. It’s kind of just a “suck up” lunch to get the artists on a good page with these industry people.

Anyhow, I got to go see “The Swell Season” last time…they are Irish Musician Glen Hansard and Czech singer and pianist Markéta Irglová. They are most known for their 2007 film, “Once”. As it turns out, Lindsay Wolfington WAS at this showcase, but I didn’t know this until after. My internship people I was with told me they didn’t want to introduce me because they thought I would freak out, since they know how much I idolize her…I must admit, I was a little mad about that. lol

So, we go to another lunch showcase, and believe it or not, I totally forgot about the possible-Lindsay-Wolfington-encounter and was just excited for the music and free lunch. We got to see Ingrid Michaelson perform, and she was awesome…there was also some delicious pizza and ice cream. lol So, I was officially distracted, but then all of a sudden I somehow remembered that I had heard Lindsay was at the last showcase. I asked one of the Music Supervisors if he could introduce me if she was there…he said she was…and he did!

I got to talk to her for about ten minutes, I told her what I was doing there, where I was from etc. We talked a little bit about One Tree Hill this season, and what we both thought about the new plot and about the addition and subtraction of certain characters. We also talked about a few other shows like Top Chef, America’s Next Top Model, and Flashforward. It wasn’t a really deep conversation, but it definitely made my day that I got the chance to talk to her after all! Maybe I will run into her again before I go back home =)

Once we got back from the showcase I was already happy, and my day got even better when my Dad told me there was a letter at home reporting that I had made the Dean’s list at school last semester! I honestly didn’t expect that…so, all in all it was a great day!

Hmmm..what else to report? Oh- I am TOTALLY hooked on thew new ABC show Flashforward. I don’t know how that happened, but I am seriously hooked. Tune in if you haven’t been watching. It’s easy to catch-up online…tonight is only Episode 3.

I feel like I had so much more I wanted to write about when I first logged on here, but apparently not. I can’t remember now. So, I guess that is the update from Hollywood…for now anyways! Hasta la vista.

Ok, This post is gonna be about Playboy!

Me, myself and I are a big fan of Playboy and Hugh Hefner. Of course for the obvious reasons like the girls and for the “dream” of one day being a Playmate. but also for what a business Hef has made out of it. He’s one of the best business men ever!

I have been to the Playboy Mansion and it’s amazing. The mansion itself is beautiful even without all the girls and Hef is so nice.

I don’t see why so many people have a problem with Playboy. They do their photo shoots in a tasteful way and never tacky like many other magazines do. I think they deserve some respect for that.

It’s been over 50 years now since the first issue came out with Marilyn Monroe was on the cover and since then a lot of amazing people have been on the cover like Pamela Anderson, Carmen Electra, Victoria Silverstedt, The Girls Next Door aka Holly, Bridget and Kendra and many others.

I just wanted to get this out there, what do you guys think ?

XOXO

Rebecka

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Ghouls will be jumping out of the forest, a crazy haunted house and over a 1,000 of the world’s most beautiful women.

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I had to arrive at the Mansion while it was still daylight so that I could get shown around the grounds before Hugh Hefner’s Midsummer’s Night Dream Party began. I needed to be able to do the same for the two guests who had just paid Playboy Auctions handsomely for “invitations” to this party. I took a cab from my hotel to the Mansion, located at 10236 Charing Cross Rd. in Holmby Hills, CA, directly adjacent to the better-known and more downscale Beverly Hills. My driver was from Russia and strangely had never heard of Playboy, so he was completely unimpressed with our destination. The thing that had concerned me since before I left Chicago was this: where was I going to change into my pajamas? Nobody was admitted to Hef’s party unless they arrived in sleepwear but I was NOT going to leave the hotel in pajamas–not even in LA. I asked the driver if he minded if I changed in the back seat and he told me no, he didn’t mind.
I had been instructed to “talk to the rock” when I arrived at the entrance to the Mansion. There was an artificial rock next to the imposing steel gate which barred Hef’s driveway, and this rock had a speaker built into it where guests asked to be admitted for entry. I identified myself and the gates swung open wide before the cab, and we proceeded on the winding driveway up the hill to the turnaround where I got out.  (Check “Street View” for Charing Cross Road on the Google Maps link above  and you can see both the rock and the gates for yourself)

Bob in the game room

I was greeted by “Bob” with whom I had been in regular touch over the phone but had never met in person. Bob had worked there for 25 years doing whatever needed to be done around the grounds, and had probably found Hef’s favor through his quiet competence as well as his discretion. Last time I saw Bob was on “The Girls Next Door”, which I don’t typically watch. Honest.

The Grotto

Bob first walked me around all the public areas of the Mansion such as the tennis courts, the lavishly decorated and tent-covered back yard where the party would be held, and the main entranceway through which the revelers would soon pass under the watchful eye of Hef’s personal assistant Mary O’Connor.

I walked through Hef’s private zoo, which was pretty small but had just enough of a collection of exotic birds and monkeys to be worth the visit. I got a photo of an as yet empty Grotto, and was introduced to the bartenders. There were probably about five bars with a half dozen bartenders behind each, so getting a drink was never a problem. I however was not going to have a drink, not yet anyway. First of all, these parties typically go until about three am, which is 5 am Chicago time, so I was basically going to have to stay up all night. So for now it was going to be cola for me. Another reason for abstinence: I had asked Bob if there was anything he could advise me as to what I should or should not do while I was there. There were in fact two things he said I should not do:  One, don’t get drunk. They take a dim view of drunk employees at the Mansion. With unlimited free drinks and a small army of professional mixmasters, having a few cocktails too many while on a once-in-a-lifetime trip to the Playboy Mansion would have been a very easy thing to do, and in fact in the course of the evening I saw security gently carrying out several apparently unconscious partygoers. The other thing I was advised was not to go into the Grotto if Mr. Hefner was present. No doubt this will be the only company I’ll ever work for where you are asked not to interrupt the company’s founder if he happens to be engaging in an orgy in his private cave. I do not believe he ever went into the Grotto that evening at all, but I did.
Next: The Party!

ДНЕВЕН БЮЛЕТИН

(staro-novo)
-Rоб за първи и последен път на Twitter- през ъкаунта на Питър. Повече тук, а тази хубава снимка с двамата е от тук

Тиутър-съобщението в частта му от Роб, гласи в свободен превод „Здравейте, това е Роб..пиша за първи и последен път, баща ми ме накара”

- И като сме все още на тема Роб и Туитър-профили… знаете ли колко „фалшиви” Робовци има там?

Взето от тук

- Из блогосферата започна да обикаля нова снимка от Новолуние, която май е тръгнала от   испаноезичната официална станица на Новолуние (с много интересен дизайн, между другото, заслужава си да се разгледа)

- Нов календар-мърчандайз. По-големи снимки тук.

- Нови-стари материали с каста
                – Роб в Италия (me like…) тук.

-   Видео и снимки с Роб в Токио тук

-  Harry Potter , anyone??  От тук

        -Aшли като фотомодел много, много отдавна (не прилича ли малко на българката, дето играе във „Вампирски дневници”?)

- Нови папарашки снимки с Келън, докато тренира във фитнес зала -
тук

-Две интервюта с Рейчъл/Рашел тук и още едно тук

- Неофициален гид на Здрач. Източник чрез източник

- Препоръчвам! Десете реплики за сваляне на д-р Кълън тук  (Най- много ми хареса номер 7. The name is Cullen. Dr. Carlisle Cullen, but I like to be known as Dr. Love.) )

- Още outtakes от фотосесията на Кристен и Тейлър за EW

- Видео интервю с Тейлър от VMA

-Видео-интервю с Били Бърк, от Playboy Mansion (не е шега)  тук
 

- На този фенблог намерих препоръки за ФФ на английски ( аз лично мисля да хвърля око на този  и този, звучат обещаващо..)

- Нещо смешно (за напредналите по английски)

- Готови ли сте за Halloween? Можете да си  облечете като Алис

-Безинтересно (и повърхностно) интервю с Еди Гатеги тук

- Поредната манипулирана снимка на Робстен на поредната жълта корица. Ако ви се чете съдържанието, има го тук

So the rumors are true!!! Kendra Wilkinson will be calling Indianapolis her new home with hubby, wide-receiver Hank Baskett who just signed a one year contract with the Indianapolis Colts. Kendra Wilkinson, who became famous as Playboy Playmate and for her debut on E Channel’s “The Girls Next Door, is getting ready for a little time in our city and we think it’s about time a real celebrity moved to our great state and began enjoying all we have to offer. We were a little sad to read in an article on People.com that Chris Gahl, Associate Director of Communication for the Indianapolis Convention & Visitors Association, was tempting Kendra with St. Elmo’s Steak House??? Wow! What a way to make us sound like we’re “not just cornfields”. Although we highly support our local restaurant owners, let’s be for real…We have way more to offer than that!!! Late yesterday, Kendra tweeted Perez Hilton asking…”u gonna come out to a colts game with me??:D”

Well Kendra…we sure hope all of your friends don’t leave you out here in the cornfields, but as a couple who loves to host and have a good time…we would like to extend the offer show you the best that Indy has to offer, and trust us…it’s not just a dinner date. We are so excited to have you guys here and hope that you enjoy your stay, or even, decide to call Indy your new home!
We’re waiting for your call…and yes…we’d be more than willing to escort you to a Colt’s game any day!!! Love Ya!

Eyes Open, We’re Watching!

Hugh Hefner vendió su residencia privada junto a la mansión Playboy a un joven  de 25 años por 18 millones de dólares,la mansión había sido el hogar de Hefner, de 83 años, y su ex mujer Kimberley Conrad Hefner, de 47 años, después de adquirirla en 1996, cuando la propiedad estaba valuada en 17,25 millones de dólares.

El inmueble de dos plantas construido en 1929 está situado en la zona de Bel Air, en Los Ángeles, en una finca de casi una hectárea y cuenta con cinco habitaciones y siete cuartos de baño, así como biblioteca, sala de cine y alberca.

¿Dónde vivirán las conejitas ahora? ¿ Alguién que desee adoptarlas?

Pero con la advertencia de que salen costosas…