Kevin Jonas may be preparing to become a father , but brothers Nick and Joe are engaged in something far more important: A shirtless-of! A few days after the Nick Jonas Shirtless Photo That Changed Everything, Joe Jonas has gone ahead and showed off his fine physique… along with a puppy. The singer didn’t include a caption with his photo (bottom, right), so allow us to make one for him: I am Joe Jonas and I am not wearing a shirt. Compare me with my sibling now and decide: Which brother would you rather bone? And the Winner is? Nick Jonas Click Here To Vote for Nick Joe Jonas Click Here To Vote for Joe Nick and Joe Jonas have both posed shirtless. Which of these brothers would you rather bang? View Poll »
Very sad news today out of Oklahoma City: A one-month old, who was sitting in the backseat of a car with its parents, died from overheating during a trip from Ohio to the town of Ringling. Police confirm that the vehicle was without air conditioning and that the parents pulled over as soon as they noticed their child wasn’t breathing. The baby was taken to the emergency room and pronounced dead, as temperatures in the area exceeded 100 degrees yesterday. Watch this video for further sad details: One-Month Old Dies in Hot Car
Very sad news today out of Oklahoma City: A one-month old, who was sitting in the backseat of a car with its parents, died from overheating during a trip from Ohio to the town of Ringling. Police confirm that the vehicle was without air conditioning and that the parents pulled over as soon as they noticed their child wasn’t breathing. The baby was taken to the emergency room and pronounced dead, as temperatures in the area exceeded 100 degrees yesterday. Watch this video for further sad details: One-Month Old Dies in Hot Car
Seriously, folks, that really is Stacy Keibler covering the latest issue of Line. Like Selena Gomez for i-D , the former WWE Diva and current host of Supermarket Superstar is nearly unrecognizable on the cover of this magazine, posing in a low-cut top with a wild up-do and dark lips/eyes. “This was my absolute favorite shoot to date,” Keibler tells People “It was so fun to try different and more dramatic looks. It felt almost theatrical.” Keibler and George Clooney split in July after a two-year relationship, but the beauty is moving on just fine. “Relationships end, it’s just part of life,” she said last week on The Talk . “I always say that when one door closes, another opens, and I’m just really excited for the next chapter in my life.” And if she is looking for someone to share that chapter with… call us! Stacy Keibler Makeover: What a Change!
Seriously, folks, that really is Stacy Keibler covering the latest issue of Line. Like Selena Gomez for i-D , the former WWE Diva and current host of Supermarket Superstar is nearly unrecognizable on the cover of this magazine, posing in a low-cut top with a wild up-do and dark lips/eyes. “This was my absolute favorite shoot to date,” Keibler tells People “It was so fun to try different and more dramatic looks. It felt almost theatrical.” Keibler and George Clooney split in July after a two-year relationship, but the beauty is moving on just fine. “Relationships end, it’s just part of life,” she said last week on The Talk . “I always say that when one door closes, another opens, and I’m just really excited for the next chapter in my life.” And if she is looking for someone to share that chapter with… call us! Stacy Keibler Makeover: What a Change!
Seattle-based author and editor Jane Catherine Lotter penned her own obituary before passing away last month, and it’s a wonderful, moving read. Seattle Author Writes Powerful Self Obituary Lotter passed away after a battle with endometrial cancer July 18 at age 60, survived by her husband, a 19-year-old son and a 23-year-old daughter. One of the “few advantages” of dying of cancer, Lotter wrote in her own Seattle Times send-off, “is that you have time to write your own obituary.” Despite penning the weekly humor column “Jane Explains” and a novel, The Bette Davis Club , she didn’t define success in terms of career feats. What did she see as the great achievements of her life? Read Jane’s full obituary here or after the jump below: One of the few advantages of dying from Grade 3, Stage IIIC endometrial cancer, recurrent and metastasized to the liver and abdomen, is that you have time to write your own obituary. (The other advantages are no longer bothering with sunscreen and no longer worrying about your cholesterol.) To wit: I was born in Seattle on August 10, 1952, at Northgate Hospital (since torn down) at Northgate Mall. Grew up in Shoreline, attended Shorecrest High, graduated from the University of Washington in 1975 with a Bachelor of Arts in History. Aside from eight memorable months lived in New York City when I was nineteen (and where I worked happily and insouciantly on the telephone order board for B. Altman & Co.), I was a lifelong Seattle resident. In my professional life, I was a freelance writer, editor, and proofreader. Among career honors, I received a First Place Society of Professional Journalists award for Humorous Writing for my column Jane Explains, which ran from 1999-2005 in the Jet City Maven, later called The Seattle Sun. Also won First Place in the Mainstream Novel category of the 2009 Pacific Northwest Writers Association Literary Contest for my comic novel, The Bette Davis Club (available at Amazon.com). I would demonstrate my keen sense of humor by telling a few jokes here, but the Times charges for these listings by the column inch and we must move on. Many thanks to Sylvia Farias, MSW, at Swedish Cancer Institute for encouraging me to be part of an incredibly wise gynecological cancer support group. Thanks as well to the kind-hearted nurses and doctors at Group Health Capitol Hill oncology. And thanks to my sister Barbara who left no stone unturned in helping me get life-extending treatment in my final months. I also want to thank Mrs. Senour, my first grade teacher, for teaching me to read. I loved witty conversation, long walks, and good books. Among my favorite authors were Iris Murdoch (particularly The Sea, The Sea) and Charles Dickens. I was preceded in death by my generous and loving parents, Michael Gallagher Lotter and Margaret Anne Lotter (nee Robertson), and by my dear younger sister, Julie Marie Lotter. I am survived by my beloved husband, Robert (“Bob”) Lee Marts, and our two adult children: daughter, Tessa Jane Marts, and son, Riley William Marts. Also my dear sisters Barbara Lotter Azzato, Kathleen Nora Lahti, and Patricia Anne Crisp (husband Adrian). And many much-loved nieces and nephews, in-laws, and friends. I met Bob Marts at the Central Tavern in Pioneer Square on November 22, 1975, which was the luckiest night of my life. We were married on April 7, 1984. Bobby M, I love you up to the sky. Thank you for all the laughter and the love, and for standing by me at the end. Tessa and Riley, I love you so much, and I’m so proud of you. I wish you such good things. May you, every day, connect with the brilliancy of your own spirit. And may you always remember that obstacles in the path are not obstacles, they ARE the path. I believe we are each of us connected to every person and everything on this Earth, that we are in fact one divine organism having an infinite spiritual existence. Of course, we may not always comprehend that. And really, that’s a discussion for another time. So let’s cut to the chase: I was given the gift of life, and now I have to give it back. This is hard. But I was a lucky woman, who led a lucky existence, and for this I am grateful. I first got sick in January 2010. When the cancer recurred last year and was terminal, I decided to be joyful about having had a full life, rather than sad about having to die. Amazingly, this outlook worked for me. (Well, you know, most of the time.) Meditation and the study of Buddhist philosophy also helped me accept what I could not change. At any rate, I am at peace. And on that upbeat note, I take my mortal leave of this rollicking, revolving world-this sun, that moon, that walk around Green Lake, that stroll through the Pike Place Market, the memory of a child’s hand in mine. My beloved Bob, Tessa, and Riley. My beloved friends and family. How precious you all have been to me. Knowing and loving each one of you was the success story of my life. Metaphorically speaking, we will meet again, joyfully, on the other side. Beautiful day, happy to have been here. XOXO, Jane/Mom
Seattle-based author and editor Jane Catherine Lotter penned her own obituary before passing away last month, and it’s a wonderful, moving read. Seattle Author Writes Powerful Self Obituary Lotter passed away after a battle with endometrial cancer July 18 at age 60, survived by her husband, a 19-year-old son and a 23-year-old daughter. One of the “few advantages” of dying of cancer, Lotter wrote in her own Seattle Times send-off, “is that you have time to write your own obituary.” Despite penning the weekly humor column “Jane Explains” and a novel, The Bette Davis Club , she didn’t define success in terms of career feats. What did she see as the great achievements of her life? Read Jane’s full obituary here or after the jump below: One of the few advantages of dying from Grade 3, Stage IIIC endometrial cancer, recurrent and metastasized to the liver and abdomen, is that you have time to write your own obituary. (The other advantages are no longer bothering with sunscreen and no longer worrying about your cholesterol.) To wit: I was born in Seattle on August 10, 1952, at Northgate Hospital (since torn down) at Northgate Mall. Grew up in Shoreline, attended Shorecrest High, graduated from the University of Washington in 1975 with a Bachelor of Arts in History. Aside from eight memorable months lived in New York City when I was nineteen (and where I worked happily and insouciantly on the telephone order board for B. Altman & Co.), I was a lifelong Seattle resident. In my professional life, I was a freelance writer, editor, and proofreader. Among career honors, I received a First Place Society of Professional Journalists award for Humorous Writing for my column Jane Explains, which ran from 1999-2005 in the Jet City Maven, later called The Seattle Sun. Also won First Place in the Mainstream Novel category of the 2009 Pacific Northwest Writers Association Literary Contest for my comic novel, The Bette Davis Club (available at Amazon.com). I would demonstrate my keen sense of humor by telling a few jokes here, but the Times charges for these listings by the column inch and we must move on. Many thanks to Sylvia Farias, MSW, at Swedish Cancer Institute for encouraging me to be part of an incredibly wise gynecological cancer support group. Thanks as well to the kind-hearted nurses and doctors at Group Health Capitol Hill oncology. And thanks to my sister Barbara who left no stone unturned in helping me get life-extending treatment in my final months. I also want to thank Mrs. Senour, my first grade teacher, for teaching me to read. I loved witty conversation, long walks, and good books. Among my favorite authors were Iris Murdoch (particularly The Sea, The Sea) and Charles Dickens. I was preceded in death by my generous and loving parents, Michael Gallagher Lotter and Margaret Anne Lotter (nee Robertson), and by my dear younger sister, Julie Marie Lotter. I am survived by my beloved husband, Robert (“Bob”) Lee Marts, and our two adult children: daughter, Tessa Jane Marts, and son, Riley William Marts. Also my dear sisters Barbara Lotter Azzato, Kathleen Nora Lahti, and Patricia Anne Crisp (husband Adrian). And many much-loved nieces and nephews, in-laws, and friends. I met Bob Marts at the Central Tavern in Pioneer Square on November 22, 1975, which was the luckiest night of my life. We were married on April 7, 1984. Bobby M, I love you up to the sky. Thank you for all the laughter and the love, and for standing by me at the end. Tessa and Riley, I love you so much, and I’m so proud of you. I wish you such good things. May you, every day, connect with the brilliancy of your own spirit. And may you always remember that obstacles in the path are not obstacles, they ARE the path. I believe we are each of us connected to every person and everything on this Earth, that we are in fact one divine organism having an infinite spiritual existence. Of course, we may not always comprehend that. And really, that’s a discussion for another time. So let’s cut to the chase: I was given the gift of life, and now I have to give it back. This is hard. But I was a lucky woman, who led a lucky existence, and for this I am grateful. I first got sick in January 2010. When the cancer recurred last year and was terminal, I decided to be joyful about having had a full life, rather than sad about having to die. Amazingly, this outlook worked for me. (Well, you know, most of the time.) Meditation and the study of Buddhist philosophy also helped me accept what I could not change. At any rate, I am at peace. And on that upbeat note, I take my mortal leave of this rollicking, revolving world-this sun, that moon, that walk around Green Lake, that stroll through the Pike Place Market, the memory of a child’s hand in mine. My beloved Bob, Tessa, and Riley. My beloved friends and family. How precious you all have been to me. Knowing and loving each one of you was the success story of my life. Metaphorically speaking, we will meet again, joyfully, on the other side. Beautiful day, happy to have been here. XOXO, Jane/Mom
Harrison Ford may not be fulfilling our dreams of taking over the Star Wars VII movie single handily but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t been making waves here lately. Earlier in the day, Ford made the entertainment headlines by saying he’d be on board for an Indiana Jones 5 despite being 71 years old. “To me, what was interesting about the character was that he prevailed, that he had courage, that he had wit, that he had intelligence, that he was frightened, and that he still managed to survive. That I can do.” You know what Mr. Ford? I believe you. I’ll go right along with the idea of another Indiana Jones movie. If it can be worked out that Schwarzenegger is Conan once again, surely we can bring back the fedora. However, the second news story of the day is a little less exciting. Maybe it’s because I’m a female. Maybe it’s because it isn’t something legendary like Indiana Jones . Or maybe it’s simply because I’m burnt out over the “a new sequel each year” model Hollywood seems to be following of late. But this news that Harrison Ford has signed on for The Expendables 3 does absolutely nothing for me but cause eye rolling. Sylvester Stallone tweeted earlier (Stallone tweets?) that “WILLIS OUT… HARRISON FORD IN!!!! GREAT NEWS !!!!! Been waiting for this!!!!” Am I wrong or did Sylvester Stallone just go fangirl on us? Either way, it appears as if Bruce Willis is leaving the movie and Harrison Ford is stepping in his place. Perhaps Willis saw the writing on the wall and it looked very similar to that of Red 2 and he’s the smarter man here? We’ll have to see. The Expendables 3 has a planned release on April 15 of next year.
The Fort Worth Zoo’s baby elephant is already making a splash with Texas children who visit the attraction – and online, where Belle has become a viral star. Baby Elephant Plays in Pool Bell was born July 7, and is the second Asian elephant to be born at the Fort Worth Zoo in 104 years. The staff has quickly been making up for lost time. The kids’ (and adults’ if we’re being honest) fascination with the pachyderm only grew today when officials at the venue added a pool to her enclosure . A small, inflatable pool that’s way too little for even Belle. Cuteness ensued. Watch and swoon above.
Oprah Winfrey befriended Paula Deen in early 2012 and even spent a night at Deen’s Georgia home, where she conducted a wide-ranging interview. Over a year later, in a deposition for a lawsuit, Deen admitted using racial slurs in the past, a revelation that rankled many, including her friend. Until now, Winfrey had remained silent on her friend’s controversy, but addressed it this week during a sit-down of her own for her new film The Butler . Oprah Winfrey on Paula Deen, Racism “In the very first days I tried to reach her and then I decided to stay out of it as I saw it blowing up,” Winfrey told ET this week. “In time she will be fine.” “For me, it all just felt kind of sad.” Oprah’s feelings on the n-word are very clear, but she believes people need to let the “dust settle” before they can have a “real conversation” about race. She says she is well aware of racism today, even if she’s reached the point where at times it’s less overt than for other women who are minorities. “You know, you see those fools on Twitter sometime say ridiculous things,” Winfrey says. “Nobody in their right mind is going to call me the N-word.” “But nobody in their right mind is going to do that to my face, because true racism is being able to have power over somebody else,” Winfrey explains. “So that doesn’t happen to me that way.” “It shows up for me if I’m in a boardroom or situations where I’m the only woman or I’m the only African American person within a hundred mile radius.” “I can see in the energy of the people, they don’t sense that I should be holding one of those seats. I can sense that. But I can never tell, ‘Is it racism? Is it sexism?'” When asked to comment about Deen during another interview with Extra , the 59-year-old laughed and struck a lighter tone than she did with ET. “Oh my god! I don’t have anything to do with Paula Deen ,” she insisted. “She is not the first white lady to use the N-word! Good lord!”
