Minutea Monday

It's 85 degrees. The humidity is creeping up like a pencil skirt on a fat ass. Seems like a perfect day for some bits and pieces.

-50 years ago this week, the Frisbee was dubbed with its famous moniker, a name that has become part of the ingrained cultural lexicon like Jell-O or Xerox. The inventor of this novel device was fascinated by the notion of flinging flat, spherical objects and first experimented with hub caps, pie pans and cake forms before settling on the plastic streamlined device we enjoy today. Countless Americans and numerous commercial worthy leaping dogs thank you, sir.

-Gianfranco Fere, long considered the "Architect of Fashion" died this past weekend. He really was like the Philip Starke of clothing, famous for his clean lines and structured elegant handiwork. Of course I never could afford some of his beautiful things but I always longed to own one of his classic white shirts he was noted for when he designed for Dior. Now they'll cost a fortune. Note to self: Check Ebay.

-I was in the New York office today so I enticed Jewels to venture out to 7th Avenue for macaroni and cheese at lunchtime. There's a new outpost there, about the width of my bedroom closet, called Mactastic. The only thing on the menu is macaroni and cheese, ten varieties. We debated over the more exotic versions (Greek infused with olives and feta; Thai spice with peppers), but in the end settled for the classic version. It was incredibly divine going down but one hour later I felt like I had consumed an 80 pound sea sponge that had been submerged in a bucket of water.

-I can't get a faux tan right. I have been trying for ages, using multiple products but it always comes out patchy. I think some of my friends (who are too polite to say anything) think I suffer from vitiligo. Maybe it's best to let them continue to pity me instead of providing them a reason to scorn me for my terrible application skills.

-Money magazine conducts an annual poll on the most expensive (and least expensive) places to live in the World. This year's winner was a shocker: Moscow. Nyet!! Of all the places I've aspired to live, Russia is not exactly high on the list. New York City was the highest ranking US city coming in at number 15. The least expensive place to live? Asuncion in Paraguay. I hear Paraguay is very nice in the Spring and there's an upside: you could totally afford to have a pool.

-I wonder if Paris Hilton has found her bitch yet. Been wondering about that one.

-Second note to self: On a hot humid day, don't wear three inch wedge sandals with nonadjustable thin straps. Feet swell like bratwurst and well, shit, it hurts.

-The best for last: Hollaback Girl will become a resident of Manhattan in less than 24 hours. She hasn't closed escrow on her new apartment yet but she's ready to move to this crowded, stinky, exhuberant, madhouse of a mecca. So she's going to be a roommate for a few weeks. I'm delighted. Having a built in reality checker who is funny, a brilliant cook, easy company and someone willing to actually taste a funnel cake at a street fair is someone I prize. It'll be fun.