September 19th, 2008


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ishte has some marketing advice for would-be street vendors after Hurricane Ike:
Me, I'm thinking, If you want to sell me meat, first you should put a shirt on. Have teeth, and not have several large cuts on your chest and belly that look like you've been in a knife fight. Also do not present your wares as "I've already applied for welfare" because in that case I'm already helping you. Also, when I tell you I can't help you, don't go all mushy like you're going to help me out by opening my car door for me before I am ready to get out. Don't call my 'baby' and get all apologetic because you think you've offended me. Of course you have offended me. You tried to sell me meat out of a plastic bag in a parking lot with no shirt on, a slashed up torso and no teeth, and told me that the meat will spoil (as if you're selling it out of your fridge or something) Especially don't tell me that.
Context objects to the hard sell. QWP.

If You Give a Classics Major a Cookie...

...or, in this case, mcredhead  a semester in Rome:

We took the commuter train and metro to the Villa Giulia, a museum with a very nice collection of Etruscan stuff. They had the really famous Etruscan sarcophagus with the couple on top, and the Apollo of Veii, and the Chigi vase! And that's just the really famous stuff, there were heaps and heaps of other stuff, pots and mirrors and jewelry and parts of old temple pediments. I'm so glad I took art history of the ancient world, because I'm actually seeing all this stuff I studied. Basically every time I turn around I find something to geek out about. It's like Just Around the Riverbend in Pocahontas, only way nerdier and in Rome.

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