Will Ferrell has a technological wish list that includes edible beards. He talks about them in the August issue of Wired magazine.

After years of patiently searching for pillows that are just right for my sofa, I've finally found them. Behold the handpainted linen pillows with down alternative inserts (no nasty feathers) by Angela Adams.
Wonbin is like a Korean Johnny Depp. Both actors have been around forever, but barely age. Wonbin actually looks younger now than he did ten years ago. He's had a variety of hairstyles and fashion images, many of them unflattering. But one thing is for sure, he constantly revinvents himself (unlike Jennifer Aniston who won't even cut her hair) and the guy keeps ticking. Here's Wonbin at a press conference for his new film, A Man from Nowhere, earlier this month in Seoul. I dig his short, black hair but his crustacean-encrusted sweater not so much.
Call of the Small is WHY we have the internet! This fab-o blog follows a miniature master as she pieces together a variety of midcentury settings on a tiny scale. Fascinating and addictive.
Sweets Bakeshop in St. Paul, Minnesota puts gourmet cupcake bakeries in L.A. to absolute shame. Today I purchased a Triple Chocolate, a Snowball, and was so nicely given a free Smores cupcake from a Sweets Bakeshop employee, though the flavor wasn't on Saturday's menu. He explained it was on-the-house since the cupcake was a day old. How generous of him since cupcakes often taste best one day old!
Just because a book has a geeky, smiling child on the cover does NOT mean it will be as funny like Kick Me by Paul Feig. Case in point: Manhood for Amateurs by Pulitzer Prize-winner Michael Chabon, which read on my last vacation. I left it tucked between two seats at LAX hoping a stranger would find it and think it was "hilarious, moving, and pleasurable" (San Francisco Chronicle) because I surely did not.
Kick Me. The real deal.
Shingo Katori, member of the Japanese boy band SMAP, stars in an unusal series of ads for Dole bananas.
THE GOOD:
I am a compulsive eater who would probably eat both of my feet if they were covered in sugar and caramel. That said, even though I did not love Angie's new Caramel Kettle Corn, I ate the entire bag. It's not heavily sugar-coated, which is a plus, and it has the same calorie content as her original kettle corn. Angie's Caramel Kettle Corn has an unsettling bitter bite to it, however. Ajumma recommends sticking with Angie's original kettle corn, which is puffed pieces of heaven in a bag.
Taking care of important business, my coworkers and I analyzed the World Cup issue of Vanity Fair on Friday. We determined that editors chose the wrong players for photoshoot. Though we really enjoyed seeing Cristiano Ronaldo and Didier Drogba on the cover, I feel some players were missing from the beefcake spread:
Winston Reid, New Zealand defender: No explanation needed here. Just look at that face! Winston's part Maori, but grew up in Denmark, and is playing for his birthland for this World Cup.
Diego Lugano, Uruguay defender: I am a sucker for blondes...and apparently men named Diego! Lugano's my first choice, but if he were busy I'd substitute in his teammate Diego Forlan.
Roque Santa Cruz, Paraguay striker: He's the complete package--talented, agile and purty. I also like his teammate, Dario Veron.
Eiji Kawashima, goalkeeper for Japan: My yakuza boyfriend. He looks like he could really kick some ass. The Japanese flag underwear might look awkward, though.
Mixed: Portraits of Multiracial Kids by Kip Fulbeck at the Japanese American National Museum in Los Angeles. Exhibit runs through September 26, 2010.You know how the cute grade school kids dancing in the 2005 documentary Mad Hot Ballroom made you think, 'Not bad, but they're missing la passion of it all'? That is what I felt while viewing Mixed at JANM. Fulbeck's photos of young, multiracial kids are beautiful and fun to look at, but unlike the multiracial adults featured in 100% Hapa, the kids' writing about self identity is (understandably) simplistic. But hey, at least my husband didn't need to bring along his spray.
My husband got mad when I pushed a button in the exhibit claiming my relatives hailed from Mexico. (I wanted to see what would happen and the answer was absolutely nothing.) He said in an exasperated voice, "Now I know why censuses are so messed up!"