Letter from the Editor In the beginning, God created Vegas. And Vegas was hot and void of morals; and darkness was upon the face of the stripper. And the Spirit of God moved upon the lights of the desert. And God said, Let there...

Just the Tips In truth, it doesn't matter how you approach a female, whether you are playing solid game or acting like a thoughtful gentlemen. The point is you are trying to get laid. As if putting on a smile and acting like you are a nice guy is somehow more admiral than being yourself.

Beauty of the Beholder Young eyes stare into the television, starring at perfectly molded bodies. Fashion models and celebrities grace the red carpet, wrapped in Dior and Chanel. Their size two frames magically hold up C-cup breasts and 'apple bottoms.' Boys drool over their fantasy women while girls question their fates as 'normal' sized people; well-educated, intriguing, outgoing, funny, kind-hearted, optimistic women. But the fear remains- without the stereotypical “beach bod“, they’re doomed to a life of loneliness and insecurity.

Blood Money The man who has carved an enterprise by cleaning the remains of deceased humans and other hazardous wastes with his Oakland based company, Crime Scene Cleaners Inc. Smither and Bradley work around the clock and are on-call twenty-four hours because they specialize in homicide, suicide, and accidental deaths.

Grape Expectations The Livermore Valley, just forty-five miles east of San Francisco and home to over forty wineries, is a burgeoning wine country. Though the Valley has been home to winemakers for over a century, its establishments have been climbing into the larger fold of California wineries only within the last few decades. While Napa and Sonoma Counties seemed to rush the scene in the 1960s with award-winning California flavors, the Livermore Valley has been a little slower in gaining a name. Perhaps it has to do with Livermore’s past as a cowboy and rodeo town, its laidback and country attitude. Or maybe it’s the less competitive and more neighborly edge the winemakers and winery owners bring to the tasting table.

When It Doesn't Stay In Vegas In the tiny basement room of the church, seven people exchange stories of gambling addiction, promising not to judge one another. Some look down as they speak, some fidget, others cry. “You know, I’m really ashamed about this,” says a timid woman. Here members express their pain and anger as they try to battle their addictions. Some members also suffer from addiction to alcohol, drugs, feelings of depression and anxiety that may stem from compulsive gambling.

Perky Profits Strip clubs are nearly the same in cities all around the world. The bright neon lights and posters of scantily clad women all draw people in, and there’s almost always some creepy looking guy hanging out near the entrance. After paying the entry fee visitors enter the dimly lit “paradise” of gyrating lights, speakers blaring JT’s “SexyBack,” and, not uncommonly, a fair amount of dancers with breast implants.

Razor's Edge But American women didn’t always chain themselves to the razor—at the turn of the twentieth century, the practice of shaving leg and underarm hair was virtually nonexistent. After all, the fashion of the time didn’t require women to expose their figures; skirts typically reached the ankles, and sleeves covered the underarm area.