My pal Emmie hosted a salon at her house on Saturday for illustrators, photographers, clothing designers and card makers. A cuter, snazzier Gertrude Stein, she dubbed it a meeting of the minds. I thought of the junior high academic competition known as Olympics of the Minds, as these geeks-turned-hipsters tried to solve problems such as delegating responsibility in a company that bears your name, attending trade shows and dealing with store payments. I felt a little irrelevant as I didn't have any of those worries. My biggest challenge these days is interviewing someone without coughing up a lung. While Emmie's peers chatted and networked, I gobbled up the dolmas, avocado rolls, olive bread and Havarti cheese that the hostess had artfully laid out on the tables. I tried everything except for the salad and this plate of fake food made by Lilly Bean.
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