Word: quaintness
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...Although snack carts are less numerous in Bangkok than they once were, this most convenient form of Thai cuisine is alive and well on the ground floor of the quaint (and air-conditioned) Old Siam shopping mall, bordered by Triphet, Burapa and Charoen Krung in west Chinatown. Women in traditional Thai dress use original recipes and equipment to create popular standards such as khanom krob (coconut milk batter poured into tiny cast-iron molds and steamed), khanom beung (taco-like shells with sweet and savory fillings) and khanom thuay (tapioca flour and coconut milk steamed in porcelain cups). Just about...
BOGOTÁ, Colombia—My time in Bogotá has been a blur of long cab rides, huge libraries, quaint art galleries, cautious political commentary and, of course, soccer...
...there's one thing Karim Rashid hates, it's trophies. The 40-year-old designer has more than 40 of them, from big international ones like the 1999 George Nelson Award (given for breakthrough furniture design), to quaint little Canadian ones like Designer of the Year 2001. "It came with a little pin," says Rashid, "and a...a...very nice..." He tries to describe the shape of the award with his hands but gives up. "It's time that whole trophy thing changes. It's kitsch. They're functionless things." Rashid was asked to design a trophy for the DaimlerChrysler...
Soaring gas prices? Perfect timing for those impervious to market fluctuations--and eager to show it--to snap up the Unimog. The ultimate in suvs, the $84,000 behemoth gets 10 m.p.g. and scoffs at quaint notions like a recession or an energy crisis. Indeed, when DaimlerChrysler began showcasing it last fall in the U.S. through its Freightliner division (until this year the Mog has been available only in Europe and Asia), the Sierra Club dubbed it "Daimlersaurus Wrecks." But, hey, it's more intimidating than the Hummer and more versatile. Each truck can be customized from its bare chassis...
...magical herb. My prefect expounded on the palliative effects of Echinacea, and suggested taking three little green meanies any time we even thought that a little tickle might be forming at the back of our throat. At the time, being of sound mind and body, I scoffed at this quaint notion. Taking herbal supplements sounded more like witchcraft than modern medicine. If this stuff did anything, I reasoned, researchers would have found out about it, analyzed it, extracted the active ingredients, and marketed the remedy to consumers. I felt saved and superior in my tower of Panglossian reasoning...