Sean Kingston, his bodyguard and a band member raped teenager Carissa Copeloto in 2010, she claims – and the singer denies – in a new lawsuit. Capeloto, 22, claims she was forced to have sex with Sean, his bodyguard and a member of Sean’s band at a Seattle hotel three summers ago. She says she had smoked pot and downed 7-10 shots of vodka at the time. Capeloto, who is suing all three men , alleges she’d been invited to Kingston’s hotel room following a Justin Bieber concert where Kingston had also performed. When she showed up for a “meet-and-greet,” he was waiting … naked. She says the bodyguard picked her up and “placed her on top” of Sean. At that point, all three of the men proceeded to gang rape the girl while she was “obviously intoxicated, incapable of consent,” the lawsuit alleges. Capeloto says her friend eventually entered the room and rescued her, the cops were called, and she was taken to the hospital to receive treatment. For injuries consistent with rape, she notes. She says her life has been ruined by the trauma she has endured as a result of the alleged gang rape and she wants $5 million minimum in damages. Kingston has filed legal documents insisting the sex was 100 percent consensual, and criminal charges against the singer were dropped in 2010. Police concluded Capeloto wasn’t credible enough to make a legitimate case against him then, a point he will surely bring up in fighting this lawsuit. If this is true, the 23-year-old musician has much bigger problems than his alleged drinking, driving and texting habit. His trial is set for November.
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
This awesome video of books collapsing has set a world record for longest domino chain – and it’s all for the good cause of encouraging kids to read. The Seattle Public Library set up 2,131 hardcover books end-to-end in an effort to promote its Summer Reading Program, then filmed the thing. Concept designers Luke Greenway and Laura D’Asaro assembled lines of books that traverse stacks, climb stairs, and even spell out the word “read.” Not only that, the tumbling works encircle a number of library patrons in action! Take a look at the awesome, literary domino chain collapse below: Domino Chain World Record
Woman Feeds Her Pigs Drugs To Fatten Them Up A Washington state farm owner is trying out an unconventional method to fatten up her pigs in the wake of the state’s fast approaching legalization of medical mary jane. via Yahoo With Washington state about to embark on a first-of-its-kind legal market for recreational marijuana, the budding ranks of new cannabis growers face a quandary over what to do with the excess stems, roots and leaves from their plants. Susannah Gross, who owns a five-acre farm north of Seattle, is part of a group experimenting with a solution that seems to make the most of marijuana’s appetite-enhancing properties – turning weed waste into pig food. Four pigs whose feed was supplemented with potent plant leavings during the last four months of their lives ended up 20 to 30 pounds heavier than the half-dozen other pigs from the same litter when they were all sent to slaughter in March. “They were eating more, as you can imagine,” Gross said. Giving farm animals the munchies is the latest outcome of a ballot measure passed by Washington voters in November making their state one of the first to legalize the recreational use of pot. Piff puffin’ pigs get the munchies……and then kush heads probably eat bacon when they get hungry. Ah, the circle of life. The Last Pogo
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