It must have been a slow day yesterday for the Caricature Artist stationed in the lobby of my hotel on Jeju Island, Korea. All week long, he had been standing at an easel, alone, trying to drum up business among passersby. "Come, come," he would cry, "Pictures for you!, Pictures for you!" Little did he realize, the hotel was filled with Hollywood executives, business travelers who could care less about having someone draw their picture. It all came to a head last night when the artist, out of sheer desperation, thrust a portrait in my direction. "For you!," he cried, "I make picture for you!" The implication was clear: He was trying to pass off one of the portraits that had been sitting on his easel all week as a picture of me. And it might have worked, too ... if I wasn't wearing my glasses. "Thanks," I said, "But you can't fool me ... This is a Korean!"