The weekend is hanging out under the mistletoe.
Allow us to set the scene: it's Christmas Eve. You've opened your present, and wrapping paper (along with maybe a little lingerie) litters the floor. (Turns out you've been nice and naughty this year.) And then, you reach out to the tree. For booze. That happens to be blissfully ensconced inside an ornament. Just make sure to remember which ornament.
Over the holidays, you might find yourself respectfully explaining "Tweeter or Twitted or whatever you call it" to your elders. When you do, tell them about Celery—the service will post their faxes to Twitter (or email), thereby introducing your sweet grandmother to the Web. Now you'll just have to explain how a fax machine works…
Judging from this boozy art deco gadget, the '30s were a lot more indulgent than we imagined. (Good news, given that we're living through the sequel.) In short, you line up your shot glasses and rotate the center pump—it sort of resembles a stadium ketchup dispenser—to dispense the booze of your choosing. Sadly, it's probably too late to get this in time for your family Christmas dinner.
This week, as you railroad across our country, all your belongings stuffed into a knapsack, you might find yourself so lonesome you could play the harmonica, ideally one attached to your keychain. Or, you know, if you're traveling by plane.
Soap aficionados (we checked: these people exist, albeit in small quantities) all over the world will tell you there's only one place to go for delicately crafted bars of sandalwood soap: Port Townsend, Washington (the soap capital of the Pacific Northwest). That's where this stuff is made, by hand, from essential oils and all that good stuff, in a family's basement. You know, where all great smells (like rose geranium and eucalyptus mint) are born.
