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...Yosemite, and from the time he was a teen, that was his escape. He and his cousin Ronnie Jones would fish, hike and explore caves. "He never had a steady girlfriend," Jones says, "but I know he had sex with girls, and he'd always doodle in his notepad and make these naked women." Jones remembers something odd, though, about Stayner's reaction to women who didn't live in his notepad world. "We'd go swimming up there, pull up and see a bunch of women swimming naked, and I was down that hill pulling my clothes...
...writing while sitting in a living-room chair with its back at an angle to a picture window. The midsummer morning light strikes my legal notepad. August has slipped in like a lover. Every once in a while I turn toward the window and see, over my left shoulder, a tall pine tree that has split into two trunks at its base. The dead lower branches have been severed, leaving large tan coins on the bark. But the tree flourishes near the top in an array of green fans that rise and fall like a queen's hand. All shades...
Moore decided to deal. He couldn't remove anything from the movie, he told Weinstein, but if Nike were to build a facility in Flint, Mich., he'd add a new scene. Heartened, Weinstein whipped out a notepad. Would that be a shoe factory or a warehouse? Moore, who can't keep a straight face at gunpoint, fought back tears of incredulity. Anything that'll employ 500 people at a livable wage, he replied. Weinstein promised to get back...
...journalists are given to insufferable vanity and sanctimony. And if you're like most Americans, you despise them for it. But look a little closer, and see the newsreader's eyes widen when the TelePrompTer starts to stutter, or see the slight tremble in the hand that holds the notepad when the survivors tell the reporter to mind his own damn business. Look a little closer, and then the jig is up. Somewhere in the dim recesses of the journalistic soul lies the horrible suspicion: this is really a pretty shallow--and maybe unseemly--way for a grownup to make...
...entered the Paradise Rock Club as the only person of any non-Caucasian ethnicity at all. Actually, I take that back--there was one other Asian guy in the place, but he had a notepad and kept complaining to his friend how he'd never heard of this band, and that he'd rather cover the Mode reunion. Half the crowd had the look of a Whitesnake-Nelson doublebill audience, and the other half wore the J. Crew + Birkenstocks attire that infested the HORDE festival. Everyone came with their girlfriend--women who all got together and conspired to resurrect...