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October 2003

The takedown artist
October 26, 2003 +
Dale Peck gets five splashy pages in the Sunday Times Magazine this week. Great photos, too.
You're curious, right? Aghast yet mesmerized. You want to read more. If so, Dale Peck has done his job. ... The question arises: Why should we care what Dale Peck thinks? The short answer is, He's interesting.


A peek
October 24, 2003 + Posted to Quite Keen
Jake's prominent features of my graduate school experience report mirrors my own, right down to the HP12C calculator (but not the Dr Pepper; I drink Diet Coke and spring water).


Typefacelift
October 21, 2003 +
The New York Times' front page headlines looked different to me this morning, and sure enough, they are.
In place of a miscellany of headline typefaces that have accumulated in its columns over the last century, the newspaper is settling on a single family, Cheltenham, in roman and italic versions and various light and bold weights.


Spotted on CNN Global
October 13, 2003 +
Action is being taken today in the Middle East by the Moro Islamic Liberation Front--or, as they call themselves in their signage, the MILF.


Greece
October 11, 2003 + Posted to Quite Keen
I am in Athens, a wide-eyed tourist until my EMBA International Emerging Markets Global Study Tour kicks in tomorrow evening. So far I know the whereabouts of only one of my three dozen colleagues, and she's asleep, so I spent the day meandering the city on my own.

First, the fun: Greece is visually stunning. The ruins and archaeology are awesome, in the classic sense of the word, and staring at the Acropolis from below is a thrilling experience. I had a nice lunch, spanakopita and all, and I like my hotel for the night, the Grecotel Athens Plaza. Tomorrow the class checks into the Grand Bretagne, which appears to be Athens' equivalent of the Plaza in New York City.

However.

When packing, I opted for comfortable-American gear instead of mesh-in European attire, figuring I'd be traveling in packs of 30ish Yanks most of the time, so why not wear my jeans and Nikes instead of khakis and Campers?

Here's why: I am a mark.

In four hours of strolling around Athens, I was approached no less than three times by opportunistic locals. First up was a chatty middle-aged man proud of his English, and his son goes to school in Texas, and why don't you come see the car, jingle jingle, complete with following me halfway down the street when I declined and turned away. Next came the homeless man who nearly walked into me and tapped my shoulder as I went by, followed not long after by a trio of youngish women--nearly girls--the middle one of whom held her leering eye contact and talked Greek as I walked past. Not to mention our cabbie from the airport, a friendly and responsible man who drove us to our hotel without issue, then demanded a 25-euro fee when the meter read 10.63, to cover "toll, and tip, and you know." And the FUCK BUSH graffiti on side streets (not that I blame them). And the yes-we'll-help-you-but-notice-our-indignation tones of voice of most of the retailers I encountered, from the newsstand staff to the spanakopita woman.

Within 24 hours I will be reunited with my class, and I expect things to go more smoothly once we're working as a group. For now, though, I feel like quite the Ugly American.

(P.S. Email and phone contact will be spotty until October 21. Have a great week.)



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