Kateri Butler

THERE WERE THE WELL-MEANING PRACTICAL JOKES: A LOAF OF ITALIAN BREAD formed in the shape of a penis and balls left on a desk. There was the SLA shootout, and being the only female working the command post. There was morning watch, when women working the jails had to change......

Hands, everywhere hands. Pressed up against a half-opened taxi window; reaching in, tugging, thrusting fistfuls of shiny ribbons at me; pushing other hands away. Hands grabbing my hands, stuffing them with wads of ribbons. My hands shoving them away. Voices pleading, crackling with bravado and determination and poverty and puberty......

Oscars, schmoscars! As usual, our invitations to all those luminary-laden Academy Awards glitter galas seem to have got lost in the mail. But we did hear about a certain actor’s Oscar Mayer Wiener moment when we dropped by Indochine, where the juicy JENNIFER TILLY hosted a rip-roaring whoop-tee-loop-tee-do to celebrate......

Hell, it was as inevitable as Bill Clinton getting caught. The VIP smoking area, that is — the velvet rope, the bouncer check ing for wrist bands. Of course, we were more concerned about hitting the hosted VIP bar at the Garden of Eden, where Playboy TV, which was celebrating......