The Blue Steel of thermoses, which is to say, sporting of a markedly hotter look than all others combined.
Would travel with it if the dumb airlines did not mistake we self hydrationists for terrorists. Settle for using it on car trips, bike trips and beach trips. Suspect it would keep a jigger of martinis chillaxed. And inspire partakers to flash a few Blue Steels of their own.
St. Germain, c'est chouette. Made of Elderflowers from les Alpes, it adds perfumed complexity to martinis, especially those with fresh juice, and to tequila and rum cocktails. And to breakfast, cheris. After all, a liquor named for the most bohemian arrondissement should be enjoyed in none but a bohemian manner.
Play should be educational. Some toys teach us about the environment or spelling or maths. Others, like "Twitch" teach us about death, driving and biology. An unstuffed stuffed animal. Genius. (via Boing Boing)
It started with a thirst, a thirst for a new ride... Something light, smooth, simple, fast and easy on the eyes. The thirst and I, we sidled up to Venice's Bike Attack bike bar, ordered a single speed, they poured 49 inches of lovely SE Lager and that beaut quenched it. She quenched it good.
Perfect geometry, light for a cromo (steel) frame, and who doesn't love riding bullhorns (not this girl!). SE Lagers can be fixed or freewheel. You're going to want to rip off the goofy stickz and bar tape... But then she's as sweet as Triple Karmelit on wheels. And as fast.
And just as every good pour should be crowned with a lovely head, so, too, must the SE Lager, the Giro Skyla... Just in case this pint goes down too easy.
Love. Everything. Muji. Especially the prices: This aluminum caster-licious coffee table is $180 at MOMA store. I think it costs more to get into the musée MOCA, on whose site it's offered. And, Bonus!, you can perform surgery on this thing. If not on entire grownup people, at least on parts of them, like an arm or a neck. Or on pets.
"Look out! Look out! Pink elephants on parade, here they come, hippety hoppety!" Dumbo, my first movie theater experience: as I recall it was both a revelation and utterly terrifying. Sinister pink elephants! On parade! Clippety Cloppety. This 5-inch plastic MOMA store exclusive is decidedly less haunting. In part because there is no Coke-and-popcorn-and-Red Vines drunkenness. But, sadly, it doesn't ski like Dumbo's Technicolor pachyderms.
