After two weeks of being cloistered from photographers Jake emerges flashing a little tea
and A
with Peter

The funny things about pictures. They are not always what they seem or when they say happened.
They say that Jake went out with Adam to the movies at the Arclight on June after having dinner in Westwood with other gentleman.
Now we know that Jake and Adam went out on May 29th from this picture.
Check Jake out as the man in black. Black Henley, dark wash jeans, black hat.
But wait Ted said in his reporting of the evening that restaurant sources said "He [Jake] looked very rugged, handsome and was wearing a denim blue shirt, blue jeans, boots and had a buzzed haircut teamed with a sexy scruffy beard."
But that's not what he was wearing at the Arclight.
So when was he wearing that? Saturday night May 28th.
Blue jeans, boots, scruffy beard
And the denim blue shirt? Well Jake thought he had that all covered. Close but no cigar, buddy.
Just like a peek of blue sky on a grey day, it stands out and brings a smile.
It looks like there was more than just moving the date of when Jake was at the Arclight. It looks like they were trying to blend two nights into one.
Why would they want to roll what Jake did Saturday night over to the same night he went out with his friend Adam? Was it because they need a cover for Jake's Saturday night?
Why would you need to do that if it was just a business dinner and why would Jake cover up so what that you couldn't see what he was wearing?
And why would Jake park in the underground parking lot near the Napa Valley Grille when they have valet parking? Did he not want the truckster scratched? (nah he uses valets all the time) Or did he want to use the parking garage to slip in and out into the restaurant without hanging around at the front entrance and drawing attention?
Oh and speaking of smiles. Jake's hasn't been smiling much when the he gets pap'd lately. Now who would he be having dinner with to make him so Guy Smiley that he was still grinning for the paparazzi?
Dinner May 28th
Gym May 2010
Sept 2007 -Dinner at Jar
November 2005
Monday, June 13, 2011
Snaps, Pics and Tricks?
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Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Cinematherapy
Move over Masters and Johnson.
It's the Gyllenhaal Sarsgaard's who are taking over with their cinematherapy approach to human sexual response.
First it's assessing the situation with Peter in Kinsey.
For men having trouble rising to the occasion It's the little blue pill and Jake's movie Love and Other Drugs.
For the ladies, who in the words of Glimmer Twins "Can't get no Satisfaction", it's the next movie Maggie's working on with Hugh Darcy and Rupert Everett. "Hysteria" is a rom com about the history of the vibrator.
And for those wishing further exploration there is
"Center of the World"
and "Secretary."
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Monday, August 2, 2010
Island Screening
Well Jake it seems was still on The Vineyard, as of last week, according to the NY Daily News
He, Maggie and Peter went down to road to check out what was playing at the Chilmark Community Center.
On Wednesday, Caroline Kennedy, "Jarhead" star Jake Gyllenhaal, his sister Maggie Gyllenhaal and her husband Peter Sarsgaard checked out "The Tillman Story," Amir Bar-Lev's documentary about the death of pro-football-player-turned Army Ranger Pat Tillman that hits theaters this month. The film, which looks into the military's cover-up of Tillman's death from friendly fire in Afghanistan in 2004, was hosted by Russell Baer, a soldier in Tillman's platoon, at the Chilmark Community Center in Martha's Vineyard. And a source at the screening tells us that Jake, hung around "to meet Baer" after the screening.
ESPN did an incredible story about Pat and friend Russ back in 2006.
"One day, God willing, Russell Baer was going to tell his son this story. One day, after the boy's heart and brain had healed, he was going to point to that picture on the kid's bedroom shelf of the man doing a handstand on the roof of a house, take a deep breath and say, Mav, that's a man who lived a life as pure and died a death as muddy as any man ever to walk this rock, and I was there for both. That's the man, when your heart stopped for an hour and they slit you open neck to navel, who I prayed to because ... well, because you wouldn't exist if he hadn't died, and I wouldn't be half of who I am if he hadn't taught me how to live. That's Pat Tillman, the man you take your middle name from, and I've been waiting for you to ask since the day you were born.
Russ never got that chance: Maverick Patrick Baer died on Monday. So now Russ has Pat's story stuck in his heart...."
..."Russ missed the stress debrief. As the Tillmans' closest platoon mate, he was chosen to escort Kevin on a flight to Dover Air Force Base in Delaware, to stare for hours at that refrigerated coffin. The two men flew in silence, Russ under orders to say nothing about the incident, "until we get the facts," and Kevin still assuming that the enemy had killed his brother, too stunned and grief-stricken to ask Russ for details.
Dread began to boil inside Russ. In a few days he'd be representing the U.S. Army at Pat's memorial service, the lone Ranger there who'd been anywhere near Pat when he was killed, facing Pat's family and friends ... under a gag order. He was willing to defy that order, to clean latrines for the rest of his life for the sake of Pat's family, but he knew bullets were hissing everywhere that day ... what if the conclusions he'd drawn were somehow wrong? What if he told Pat's mom that her son had been blown away by his own men and suddenly found himself in a media firestorm, only for Army investigators to uncover evidence proving otherwise? On the saddest day of his life, he was going to have to squirm and evade the people who loved Pat most.
All he wanted to do, in those few days at his grandmother's house before Pat's service, was sleep, find the bottom of a few beer bottles and stare into space, but his cousin yanked him out of bed and dragged him to -- of all places -- the Sunshine Saloon Sports Bar in Pleasanton, Calif. A young woman named Tammy Wright happened to be sitting at a table there, and though in a mood to meet no one, Russ met the love of his life on a night when he would've been 7,500 miles away if Pat hadn't died. Funny, Pat had told Russ that his old girlfriend was all wrong for him."
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