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...hope San Francisco can hold onto the great entreprenurial spirit of the dot-com boom, but I also hope that the next time around we can judge an idea on its merits before we throw millions...
...comment on Robin S. Lee’s “Postcard from San Francisco: The New New Economy” (Opinion, Aug. 10). I moved to San Francisco a year ago—probably the worst time to come here in recent years. No one knew that the dot-com bubble was about to burst, so workers were still flocking here to grab a piece of the pie, and landlords had a field day charging exorbitant rents for ordinary apartments...
...master of the dot in French painting? Georges Seurat, most would answer. But there was at least one other: Seurat's friend and luminous fellow painter, Neo-Impressionist Paul Signac (1863-1935). Signac, an avid yachtsman, helped create the French Riviera as a subject for painting--and Saint-Tropez, where he settled from 1892 on, as a mecca for tourism. His pursuit of pure color sensation, the yellow of beaches and the purple of shade under the umbrella-pines, made his canvases radical in their time. Yet to a modern eye, his paradisiacal view of the world--a world...
...terminal even has its own Main Street: 100,000 sq. ft. of shops and restaurants lined by steel lights that echo the Statue of Liberty. Small tables dot the area and make it feel more like an Italian piazza than a sterile airport food court. What's particularly refreshing is the distinctive food offerings, such as the first-ever airport Sylvia's, a branch of the famous Harlem soul-food restaurant, and Erwin's Glatt Kosher Deli. This airport wants you to visit: the so-called dwell time, the minutes you spend pre- or postflight, is estimated...
...took a good five minutes for Li Changcheng and his wife to locate Mombasa in an atlas. Once they found it, the pair stared at the unprepossessing dot, trying to imagine the riches that lay on Africa's east coast. Six centuries earlier, Admiral Zheng He, with only the barest outline as a guide, did the same, only his imperial fleet was sailing to a mighty sultanate, at the peak of its power, not a faded port crumbling into the sea. Yet, despite the paint peeling from its once majestic, oceanfront villas, Mombasa and the surrounding strip of coastline still...