On a recent trip to Florida for some much-needed R&R, I had a familiar experience.

In between ongoing updates about Kraft Foods’ bid to swallow up Cadbury PLC, I perused our Global Top 100 listing gleaned by our annual contributor, Paul Rogers.

I never thought I’d see the day when ‘80s-style skinny jeans, leggings and high-waist belts would make their way back into modern fashion.

The last time I used a Latin phrase in a headline, one of my colleagues teased me unmercifully, arguing that no one had the faintest idea what I was trying to convey.

As I write this, I am still suffering from a food coma – that unpleasant state of being reached only after stuffing one’s face with everything edible – induced by my company’s holiday party earlier today.

Vegas is all about the gambling, the shows, the food, the drink … and the candy. No, not eye candy (although that’s a given). I’m referring to the confectionery variety.

Haves and have nots. It’s a lot easier to espouse sustainability when you have plenty of resources to … well, sustain oneself, as opposed to being in a position where you’re fighting to establish a livelihood for yourself and your family.

Vegas is all about the gambling, the shows, the food, the drink … and the candy. No, not eye candy (although that’s a given). I’m referring to the confectionery variety.

“We was robbed!” That’s all I could think of when Jacques Rogge, president of the International Olympic Committee, announced - in his Hercule Poirot voice - that Chicago had been eliminated in the first round.

After booking his flight from Manchester, England, to Chicago for a week’s visit last month, my friend Nick (who was my host brother when I spent a semester in Great Britain during college) asked if there was anything special my family and I wanted him to bring over from the United Kingdom.