Though it may seem like I spend all of my time working, I’ve actually been cultivating an active social life. What good is dwelling on the pain of past relationships? I’m certainly not so thin-skinned and pathetic as to be rattled by faux-commenters who might be trying to exploit a perceived weakness.
In FACT, I’m in a new relationship with a lovely co-worker named K. She’s so full of life, so very charming and good at her job. I feel like a whole new man, in case any of you were wondering. So you can stop with the taunting e-mails now. I am rubber and you are glue and anything you write to me simply goes one ear and out the other.
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August 26, 2006
Los Angeles Times
“Kashoggian Does it Different:A Womb with a View”
Ivo Kashoggian may have narrowly escaped charges of antiquities trafficking a few years ago, but he still likes living on the edge—the edge in question being the edge of a hillside—but perhaps the term “cutting edge” might also apply. His new home has been built underground by digging directly into the (name) hills.
“I call it Gaia Modern,” says San Ramon architect Lowell Gibbon, who designed the house. “Kashoggian calls it a ‘Womb with a View.’”
And the view is spectacular, as one might expect: a panoramic vista overlooking the lights of Los Angeles.
“The only element of the home visible to the naked eye is the windows,” Gibbon says, “and even those have been tinted to reflect the surrounding hillside.”
“Architecturally it’s very daring,” says Jim Wilkinson, a City Council member in Beverly Hills. “They used a variety of non-traditional materials in unexpected combinations, but it all works out on paper.”
“It’s perfect for entertaining,” says a spokesperson for Kashoggian. She then adds that Carole Philips has been tapped to decorate. Just don’t ask her about the mice.
“They’re voles, actually,” she says, her voice weary-sounding over the phone. “They’re swarming the warehouse. There are thousands of them.” When asked if construction has disrupted the voles’ habitat, she hastens to add that they’re being taken care of in a humane manner which has been approved of by the City of Beverly Hills.
She is quick to change the subject. “Kashoggian has been known for years now as a man who has everything,” she says. “Now he has a house with fifty-three rooms.”
What doesn’t Kashoggian’s house have? “Well,” the voice on the other end of the line says after a slight pause, “it doesn’t have fifty-four rooms.”
Mathilde, I appreciate your change in tone. Obviously you have decided to be civil. Nevertheless, I’m not sure what relevance this article has. Is it a reference to my rodent problem?
September 1, 2006
Los Angeles Times
“RUFENOL ON THE HIGH SEAS?”
Passengers aboard Ivo Kashoggian’s luxury liner the HORUS have initiated a lawsuit against the multi-millionaire claiming he enticed them aboard a two-week cruise of the South Pacific, only to have them drugged with Rufenol, popularly known as “Rufies”.
“Several of us have four days missing from our memory,” said a claimant who wishes to remain anonymous. “Can there be any other explanation?”
“Rufenol only affects a victim for several hours, at most,” said a spokesperson for Kashoggian. “Besides, what possible reason would Mr. Kashoggian have for such an act?”
“I remember a storm, and we nearly crashed into a big rock,” says another claimant. “After that, it’s a blur.”
“Mr. Kashoggian claims to have no memory of the experience either,” said his spokesperson.
The trial is set to take place in March.
Mathilde, I truly do not understand the meaning of this article. Please contact me.
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