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| ******************************** THIS WEEK'S TEXTS: Summary 1) Slate/Moneybox: The Rise of Compliance Man [La montée en puissance des "compliance officers", ces responsables du respect de la loi et de la réglementation au sein des entreprises.] 2) Slate/Well-Traveled: A Wine-Soaked Tour of Bordeaux [Dernier dans une série de reportages sur le vin à Bordeaux. Ici notre aventurier rentre à Paris se goinfrer de ses mets préférés. Des images de l'ensemble du voyage peuvent être vues sur le site indiqué. NB: Ne pas lire si vous avez tant soit peu faim... Ce serait insupportable !] 3) Reuters: Hopper show offers haunting solitude [Une grande expo sur l'artiste américain Edward Hopper, le peintre de l'ultra-moderne solitude, vient d'ouvrir à Londres.] 4) The Telegraph: Women aspire to be housewives, without any of the housework [Dernière tendance, les femmes qui veulent être des femmes au foyer mais sans faire de ménage.] 5) The Economist: Britain's Olympic bid [Londres est retenue comme candidate aux JO de 2012, mais est-ce une bonne idée ?] 6) The Economist: The Czech Republic [La République tchèque cherche un nouveau nom plus court.] 7) The Onion: Photo ID shows toll job has taken on employee [Article satirique traitant du badge d'un salarié, dont la photo prise à son arrivée dans la boîte il y a deux ans témoigne des effets néfastes de son emploi.] 8) The Economist: The lunatic you work for [Si votre entreprise était une personne, ce serait une psychopathe.] 9) Forbes: he Six Most Common Outsourcing Mistakes [Les six erreurs les plus courantes des entreprises qui délocalisent. VIDEO : Vous pouvez voir un entretien vidéo à ce sujet sur le site indiqué.] |
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| ******************************** B) Le texte plus abordable de la semaine/Penguin Dossiers: Harry Potter book and film [Alors qu'un nouveau film va sortir, un regard en arrière vers le premier de la série.] http://www.penguindossiers.com/archive_frameset.asp?ArticleId=73 Harry Potter book and film Millions of readers around the world are waiting for magic in their cinemas this month. Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone is the most popular book in the world today. (One hundred million Harry Potter books have sold in forty-two languages!) Now, can the film win the worlds imagination in the same way? Harrys fans want to see a film that is exactly like the book. They already know the characters like close friends and they love Harrys magical world in their hearts. The British author, J.K. Rowling, wanted the film to be like the book too. Why should you take a book that works so well and change it? she said. But Harrys adventures are unique with strange characters and places from another world. Harry and his friends live and go to school in England but this is a magic England with its own streets, shops and schools even its own language! (In fact many of Rowlings words come from old English. Did you know that the headmasters name, Dumbledore, is an old English word for bumblebee?!) How can the film-makers, Warner Bros, make this unique magical world? Rowling was there to help at every stage. She worked hard to help turn her famous words into real things. Months of work and £100million later, the special effects are ready. Everyone is waiting to see their favourite characters. We want to see Hagrids frightening animals, the strange teachers, and Harrys clever white owl. The big question is, what will the actor playing Harry be like? Sixteen thousand British and American boys auditioned for the part of Harry Potter. Rowling did not want an American to play Harry. The American director, Chris Columbus knew about Daniel Radcliffe from the BBCs TV film David Copperfield. Columbus asked Daniels father to send Daniel for an audition. When Daniel walked into the room, Columbus knew. This is Harry Potter! Rowling agreed. She felt she was brought back together with a long-lost son. Ten years ago JK Rowling was a young English teacher; today she is one of the richest and most famous people in the world. Harry has helped thousands of people young and old to enjoy reading and he hasnt stopped yet! Now Rowling has to turn quickly to her fifth Harry Potter book. After the film more people than ever will be waiting for Harrys next adventure! |
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C) CNN/Global Office: Business embraces Euro-skyscraper [Une nouvelle déferlante de gratte-ciel en Europe.] http://edition.cnn.com/2004/BUSINESS/05/25/go.swiss.re.building/index.html
(CNN) -- Like other European metropolises, London
has relatively few high-rise office buildings compared to cities in the
U.S. and Asia. But it is catching up. Affectionately known as the "erotic gherkin" for its curved shape, the 180-meter (590-foot) creation by architect Sir Norman Foster also has raised the profile of the company that commissioned it. "Five years ago if you had asked a man on a bus who Swiss Re was they would have gone, 'What?'" Sara Fox from Swiss Re told CNN. "Now, many people may not be able to tell you exactly what we do, but they sure know who we are. People say, 'Oh yes, Swiss Re is that new building'." The owners occupy eight office floors half way up the tower, which means the company can charge higher rents to those firms interested in taking the upper floors with better views. First green skyscraper "The spaces that spiral around the building act as the lungs," says Foster, whose Foster and Partners was the architectural firm behind the design. The company also is responsible for such well-known structures as the Hong Kong & Shanghai Bank tower in Hong Kong, the renovation of the Reichstag in Berlin and the Millennium Bridge in London. "It is not a sealed building. It delivers a lot of fresh air -- 40 times the amount of fresh air. That is good in terms of carbon emissions. It is also good in terms of energy," Foster says. The tower incorporates innovative environmental technology and a sophisticated building management system that balances external weather conditions with internal office needs. Windows up to the 32nd floor open to admit natural ventilation when the external temperature is above 20 C (68 F) and wind speeds are below 16 km/h (10 mph). Its aerodynamic gherkin-like shape also causes wind pressure changes that help ventilate the building naturally, reducing the need for conventional air conditioning. CNN's Andrew Carey contributed to this report. |
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******************************** A: If you still support the drug laws but can't resist the siren song of drug use, hypocrisy (and illegality) might account for your discomfort. But what I infer from your tolerating drug use in friends and your contemplating it yourself now is that you have come to believe that those laws are, at best, unwise. If that is so, you are guilty of worse than hypocrisy. You did not merely give advice -- you helped send people to prison. A major part of ethics is considering the effects of our actions on others. Yours did real harm to those you prosecuted. If you acted in service of policies you now consider unwarranted, you have an ethical obligation to undo that harm, perhaps by working to free those currently in jail as a consequence of your efforts, perhaps by helping to reform the laws that put them there. When you've done harm in the past -- and your query suggests that you now believe you have -- your duty isn't merely to lament, but to make amends. There is a third possibility. If the laws you enforced regulated different drugs from those you now regard as benign, no problem. You might reasonably oppose the use of heroin, for example, while smoking a little pot on the weekend. -*-*-*-*- A: One thing you might do, without identifying your neighbor, is speak to someone at the sex-crimes unit of your local police department and ask: goofball quirk or imminent peril? If it is the former, you ought not report your neighbor; if it is the latter, you must. You are, of course, entitled to your own peace of mind. If his flashing
becomes disturbing, you have every right to insist he stop. You might
begin by slipping a note under his door saying that you've seen his seasonal
display and that if he doesn't cut it out, you will call the cops. |
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******************************** Last Straw? Dear Last, Prudie, judiciously -*-*-*-*- Dazed by Friendship Dear Daze, Prudie, unwaveringly -*-*-*-*- Looking for a Sofa Bed Dear Look, Prudie, solitarily -*-*-*-*- Permanent Bachelor Dear Perm, Prudie, honorably |
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******************************** I wish to surprise my wife and renew our wedding vows. It just so happens that my daughter is also getting married. She and I were talking and we thought, "Why not renew them at the rehearsal after my daughter is done with her practice?" My wife would be very surprised. The first thing is, should we tell anyone other than the people who will be there, or keep it quiet? Second, I am already paying for some of the people to eat at the rehearsal dinner and there is no way to pay for more. How would I tell the others that if they want to come to the dinner, they will have to pay for themselves? A: Miss Manners might have thought that a lady would want to participate in the decision about repeating her vows, rather than have it sprung on her in front of others, but you and your daughter presumably know your wife well enough to predict a favorable reaction. There are some ladies who, when neither consulted about the idea nor warned about the timing, would take the opportunity to see about canceling the vows they had already made. Another surprise could come from those whom you invite to attend your family celebration on condition that they pay their own way. No matter how you tell them that they will not be among your real guests, you may discover that they are not interested enough in your family occasions to pay admission to attend. -*-*-*-*- While it has never really seemed to be an issue, I have always wondered about the proper action to take when a door opens away from you. Should one push open the door and let his date walk through first, or should he walk through first and then hold the door? A: -*-*-*-*- We have enjoyed dinner on three occasions at a friend's home. Each time we presented a hostess gift upon arrival, and sent a proper handwritten thank you note the following day. We have never invited this couple to our home for dinner. Is it required that we entertain this couple, or have we fulfilled our obligation by taking a hostess gift and writing a thank-you note? We appreciate the invitations, but we don't wish to entertain them in our home. A: Your thanks are obligatory and the optional little presents you bring are nice, but neither constitutes payment of your social debt. Miss Manners believes that what you are doing is popularly known as freeloading. ^RETURN TO TOP^ |
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******************************** MADELEINE BRAND, host: French authorities today are investigating threats of a possible attack against France from a shadowy Islamic group. In a letter mailed to several French newspapers, the group indicated one of the reasons behind the threat was France's recent decision to ban all religious clothing, including Muslim head scarves, in schools. Earlier I spoke with Cheryl Benard, a senior political scientist at the Rand Corporation in Doha, Qatar. She says that not all Muslims believe the head scarves are a necessary part of their faith. Ms. CHERYL BENARD (Rand Corporation): In fact, I mean, the orthodox Islamic authors and thinkers believe is that it is not a religious obligation and therefore has no actual legitimate religious meaning. It is invested with such a meaning by some people. BRAND: So it's not a religious obligation in the Koran? Ms. BENARD: That's right. There are a couple of passages in the Koran that touch on issues of dress. One of those says that men and women should dress modestly, and it doesn't specify what modest means. The other is a paragraph that actually those people who claim the head scarf to be Islamic rely on. And that is a paragraph that refers specifically to the wives and family members, close family members of the prophet during his lifetime. And the ironic thing is that that paragraph makes it very clear that it applies only to that group. The paragraph makes it clear that the purpose of that rule is to distinguish them from all other women, because at that point, you know, the community was larger, and they weren't being recognized and treated respectfully enough anymore. So the purpose of that rule was to make sure that they would be seen as totally distinct from all the other Muslim women. To apply this rule to all Muslim women now is really contrary to its obvious intention. BRAND: And so now it's commonly perceived as a religious symbol. Why the confusion? Ms. BENARD: It's a very complicated issue because you have very different kinds of women wearing the scarf. You have traditional old-fashioned or older women, especially in immigrant communities, who just grew up wearing it ever since childhood and would feel very uncomfortable and very odd without them because it's a part of their garment that they wear every day. And to them, it's not any sort of a statement; they simply believe rightly or wrongly that their religion requires them to wear that. Then you have young people, teen-agers or young adults, women, who wear it, some, because they've--trying to rediscover their religion and they do legitimately believe that the head cover is required. But some wear it to be provocative. Some wear it out of teen-age rebellion. We've encountered, for instance, in interviews, diaspora families who say that they have two daughters, one of whom has gotten her belly button pierced and the other one of whom has decided to wear the head scarf or Hejab. BRAND: Why do you think the head scarf has become so controversial? Ms. BENARD: Yeah, I think there are two reasons for that. One is that one of the really pivotal things that distinguishes radical Islam from other positions in Islam is the issue of women's rights. You can see that whenever they come to power. For instance, if you recall, when the Taliban took over in Afghanistan, I mean, they were dealing with a country that was totally devastated, totally ruined, a population that was on the verge of extinction, practically. And the one thing that they picked up to deal with first was women covering up. Were the chadors that the women were wearing, you know, were they all wearing them? Where they long enough? Was the cloth thick enough? This was an obsession to them because it symbolized a certain status, that women should have a lower status, that, to them, was part of their worldview. That's one issue. Then the second one is that it's an easy issue to politicize because it's so ambiguous. It's difficult to criticize the scarf because it's difficult to criticize what someone else is claiming is their religious belief. So this makes it a kind of a safe symbol in some ways and an easy one. You don't have to do a lot to take a stance; all you have to do is take this piece of cloth and put it on your head. BRAND: And in which Muslim countries is the head scarf optional? Ms. BENARD: You're speaking to me right now in Qatar, for example; it's optional in Qatar. You see women wearing various kinds of garb, from full veils, but you also see them with no kinds of head coverings at all, and you can sense a strong spirit of tolerance here. There is a sort of a coexistence among all these different individuals. And here you very strongly see and feel that it is not a political symbol; here it really is a personal statement. Whatever that woman and her family feel is the right thing to do, that's what she's doing. BRAND: Cheryl Benard is the senior political scientist at the Rand Corporation in Doha, Qatar. Thank you for joining us. Ms. BENARD: My pleasure. This is DAY TO DAY. I'm Madeleine Brand. |
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******************************** "The English were on the left, towards Maisoncelles, and were heading for Calais when they came face to face with the French. Although exhausted and hungry, they still won through, by firing off 10 to 12 arrows a minute." Patrick Fenet has lived a stone's throw from the battlefield for 30 years. He has soaked up the history of the area and quotes Shakespeare in the original. A youth worker, he even gives lessons in longbow, the legendary weapon of the Welsh archers. He is also one of the most passionate opponents of the project. He points an accusing finger at the virtual masts, then the high-voltage pylons that have already been spoiling the scenery since 1983. "One transgression doesn't justify another," he blurts out. Fenet indicates, behind him, the last resting place of 6,000 combatants who might also be up in arms about it. The bulk of the resistance to the wind farm, however, comes from Monmouth, the Welsh town where Henry V was born. A petition, which considers that "it would be tragic if today's planners were allowed to desecrate the area, destroy history and ruin a key part of Anglo/Welsh/French heritage", has to date collected 600 signatures, 500 of them British. It is hoped that Kenneth Branagh, an unforgettable performer of Henry V, may be enlisted in the crusade. It was a landowner from Azincourt who, off his own bat, decided to offer one of his fields to SIIF Energie. A subsidiary of Électricité de France, specialising in renewable energy, SIIF offers €5,000 (£3,200) per wind turbine per year, over 15 years. It plans to put up four wind turbines on this site, the closest of which is more than a kilometre from the battlefield. The town council has recommended the planning application and the process is now taking its course. The battlefield itself, about 5km², has no protection
or conservation designation; just a sign saying, "You are on the
battlefield of Agincourt." Eighty percent of its 32,000 annual visitors
are British tourists, tramping across and trying to imagine the clash
of the two armies that rainy day in 1415. "They come to breathe the
air breathed by their ancestors," says Claude Delcusse, director
of the medieval centre. "They come to see by what miracle a ragged
band of English crushed the French nobility." When it comes to the
English opinion on the Azincourt wind farm, his tone is less affable.
"What's it got to do with them?" -*-*-*- Par Frédérique ROUSSEL L'attaque anglaise ne désarme pas à Azincourt. Dans ce village du Pas-de-Calais, les archers anglais menés par Henri V mirent la pâtée aux chevaliers français pourtant trois fois plus nombreux dirigés par le connétable d'Albret, le 25 octobre 1415. Une victoire décisive de la guerre de Cent Ans. Six siècles après ce haut fait d'armes qui inspira Shakespeare, un nouveau combat agite le village de 290 âmes. Un projet d'implantation de quatre éoliennes visibles du champ de bataille, resté relativement préservé, met en émoi des écolos du coin. Et des Anglais, appelés à la rescousse, crient leur opposition à ces mâts de 80 mètres de haut, 120 mètres pales comprises, soit «un tiers de tour Eiffel». Because gêne visuelle et sonore, et profanation d'un site historique. 600 signatures. La fronde menée par Don Baggs, un consultant gallois venu l'an dernier en chambre d'hôte chez Patrick Fenet, l'un des plus fervents opposants au projet, a mis le feu outre-Manche. Le gros de la hargne vient de Monmouth, ville galloise où naquit... Henri V. Même son maire, Susan White, ferait amoureusement pousser dans son jardin une bouture de chêne ramenée d'Azincourt. Selon l'appel à pétition, il serait «tragique, si ces projets étaient autorisés, qu'ils profanent cette région, détruisent l'Histoire et ruinent une partie majeure de l'héritage franco-anglais». Le texte a recueilli à ce jour 600 signatures, dont 500 britanniques. Depuis novembre, à Arras, la boîte e-mail de la préfecture s'est engorgée de 150 messages rédigés dans la langue de Shakespeare. Du coup, le préfet Cyril Schott s'est fendu d'un modèle de réponse en français et en anglais. En Angleterre, le célèbre acteur et historien Robert Hardy a déclaré dans le Daily Telegraph qu'«il est temps de faire une nouvelle bataille d'Azincourt». «Un champ de bataille est plus qu'une tombe, c'est un lieu de vérité et de mémoire», estime-t-il. Don Baggs espère enrôler dans la croisade Kenneth Branagh, inoubliable interprète d'Henri V. C'est un propriétaire d'Azincourt qui a proposé l'un de ses champs à Siif Energie, une filiale d'EDF spécialisée dans les énergies renouvelables. La société offre 5 000 euros par éolienne et par an, sur quinze ans, à répartir entre le propriétaire (60 %) et le locataire (40 %). Elle a prévu d'élever sur les lieux quatre éoliennes, dont la plus proche se trouve à plus d'un kilomètre du champ de bataille. Un conseil municipal du 22 novembre 2003 a donné un avis favorable à la demande de permis de construire. Celle-ci a été déposée en préfecture le 28 novembre, et l'instruction suit son cours. Mais le préfet a sur le feu, outre Azincourt, 341 demandes de permis en attente de feu vert, préalable au lancement de l'enquête d'utilité publique. Longbow. «Voyez, les Anglais se trouvaient à gauche, vers Maisoncelle, et se dirigeaient vers Calais, quand ils se sont retrouvés face aux Français. Pourtant épuisés et affamés, ils s'en sont sortis triomphalement, en tirant dix à douze flèches à la minute.» Patrick Fenet vit depuis trente ans dans un hameau d'Azincourt situé à deux pas du champ de bataille. Il s'est trempé dans l'histoire du lieu, cite Shakespeare dans le texte. Cet éducateur qui donne des cours de longbow, l'arc mythique utilisé par les archers gallois, pointe un doigt accusateur sur des mâts virtuels. Ils n'effaceraient pas les pylônes haute tension qui gâchent déjà le fond du tableau depuis 1983. «C'est pas une raison pour rajouter une poubelle à une autre poubelle», lâche-t-il. Patrick Fenet montre aussi, derrière lui, la dernière demeure de 6 000 combattants qui pourraient s'en trouver outragés. Peut-être par défi, il organise un week-end «Cent ans de paix près d'Azincourt», les 10 et 11 avril, avec campement médiéval, archerie et buvette. Mais, en délicatesse avec le maire, il a dû se rabattre sur la commune voisine de Tramecourt pour célébrer le centenaire de l'Entente cordiale. Le champ de bataille lui-même est un mélange de parcelles cultivées par des agriculteurs. Ni protégé ni classé. Une simple pancarte signale : «Vous êtes sur le champ de bataille d'Azincourt.» En tout, une surface de un kilomètre sur cinq, que les touristes anglais arpentent à pied en tentant d'imaginer le fracas des deux armées, un jour pluvieux de 1415. Au centre historique médiéval, ouvert en juillet 2001 dans la rue centrale du village, la bien nommée Charles-VI, on a mis le paquet avec une efficace reconstitution vidéophonique. Sur les 32 000 visiteurs annuels, 80 % sont des Britanniques. «Ils viennent pour respirer ce que respiraient leurs ancêtres, analyse Claude Delcusse, directeur du centre historique médiéval. Ils viennent voir par quel miracle les Anglais dépenaillés ont écrasé la noblesse française.» Sang brassé. Quand il s'agit des éoliennes, le ton est moins amène. «De quoi se mêlent-ils ?» demande Claude Delcusse. «Quand l'agriculteur remue son champ avec son tracteur, il brasse indifféremment le sang anglais et français», s'énerve Mario Bernardo, directeur de projets à Siif Energies. «Quand ils vont arriver de Calais vers Azincourt, ils auront le temps de s'y faire», s'amuse le maire, Bernard Boulet, qui précise que les mâts de la discorde ne prendront pas racine dans le champ de bataille. Il rappelle qu'à dix kilomètres de là, plus de 130 éoliennes vont pousser comme des champignons. Et, franchement, «je préfère avoir des éoliennes que de voir doubler la centrale nucléaire de Gravelines».
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******************************** moneybox: The Rise of Compliance Man In the golden age, back Before Enron (B.E.), Compliance Man was a figure of fun. Compliance Man wore bad suits. He never went for a beer after work. He toiled in obscurity, in a location known derisively as the "back office." Compliance Man was a lawyer or controller by training and a rule-follower by temperament. He made an earnest living enforcing corporate ethics codesor trying toand keeping up with all those federal and state regulations his bosses didn't care about, from equal-opportunity employment to health care to corporate securities laws. In those B.E. days, successful companies employed Compliance Man grudgingly and listened to him rarely. The prestige (and paper wealth) flowed to the casual-dress strategy guys moving on "Internet time." Compliance Man enjoyed a stable careerrules never disappeared completely, after all, and the paperwork!but he had no chance of reaching the top. He ate lunch at his desk, a sandwich from home. But suddenly, Compliance Man is the alpha male. In response to the business scandals, the government has flooded corporate America with regulations and laws. And companies are actually obeying them. As public scrutiny has intensified, Compliance Man has been thrust into the limelight. Today he must track, interpret, and enforce an expanding number of complex rulesincluding those once forgottenwith the goal of shielding his company and his fellow employees from regulators, class-action lawyers, and minimum-security prisons. Today Compliance Man routinely lectures C-level executives. In fact, Compliance Man can now aspire to a variety of fancy C-level titles all his own, including chief compliance officer, chief legal officer, chief regulatory officer, chief ethics officer, and chief risk officer. Awake, Compliance Man! You have earned the respect of your colleagues, or at least their obedience. Many of Compliance Man's colleagues are alarmed and befuddled by this brave new world of paperwork. No one is more scared than the CEO, who now must personally certify his company's financial statements. But Compliance Man is always there to reassure him. Compliance Man's newfound importance is not without its perils, however. In legal parlance, government rules and regulations are "incomplete contracts." That means interpreting them is like interpreting modern art: The meaning is ambiguous, there are plenty of competing theories, and none are wholly satisfying. So what's Compliance Man to do? Compliance Man must translate rules into English, must fill the gaps left by the incompleteness of law. He must imagine all the ways it could be implementedand all the ways it can be broken. Compliance Man must write new policies and procedures to bring life to his interpretations. Most difficult of all is the final step, when Compliance Man must communicate yet another new policy to fatigued non-lawyers who are already wrapped up in red tape. In this technological age, Compliance Man is no mere commentator. He can also be spy and enforcer. His "corporate compliance management" software can help prevent book-cooking. His spyware can scan employee e-mail and track Web browsing, helping guard against "information boundary breaches," "document-sharing violations," and "inappropriate disclosures." Customers don't know Compliance Man, but they see his handiwork. He has given us such noteworthy phrases as "results not typical" and "past performance is no guarantee of future results." From drug ads to mutual-fund prospectuses, his ever-expanding disclaimers, which read like legal briefs, are crammed into the ever-shrinking white space in our visual landscape. For better or worse, Compliance Man's future burns bright. The law protects Compliance Man. Companies can reduce their criminal fines if they can show they have an effective compliance regime. And Compliance Man has protected himself. Only he truly understands the rationale for the policies and procedures he creates. This makes him indispensable. Compliance Man interprets the rules. He writes the rules. He is the rules. You ignore him at your peril. Len Costa writes about business and finance
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******************************** The mere act of rhapsodizing about Paris is a cliché; suffice it to say I'd live there if I could but that it is probably just as well I don't, given the harm I'd surely inflict on my arteries and liver. For me, Paris is primarily a sybaritic pleasure. I worship the city for its beauty and panache, but I mainly love it for the food. Mention Paris, and what leaps to mind for me is not the Louvre, the Etoile, or the Eiffel Tower. No, it is the praline millefeuille at Ladurée, the famed tea salon. Prior to visiting Paris, I spend egregious amounts of time plotting my movable feastthere, a Paris clichéthe aim being to maximize intake while keeping the blood flowing smoothly and everything else flowing in moderation. It is a fine line I walk, and sometimes I cross it. I get to Paris usually twice a year, which would seem to allow for a generous mix of the old and the newreturning to favorite restaurants, seeking out additional ones. In fact, though, I have no particular interest at this point in expanding my horizons. I know the places I like, they seldom fail me, and I seriously doubt I could improve on my current lineup. I usually only break my routine at the insistence of my wife, an editor at a food magazine, whose job obliges her to keep abreast of what's new and hot. Left up to me, every day in Paris would be Groundhog Day; my aim when there is simply to repeat the tasting pleasures of the past (even if the past was only six months earlier). The French philosopher Jean-Francois Revel observed, "The gastronome is at the same time inquisitive and timid; he explores faint-heartedly. He spends half his time remembering past satisfactions and the other half skeptically calculating future possibilities." That pretty much describes me, and this habit of mind has become all the more deeply ingrained as the quality of French cooking has declined. I think France in general is in freefall, and the decay is especially evident in her kitchens. Good restaurants are becoming harder to find, while the great ones are dwindling in number. I have thus come to think of every trip to Paris as a quality control inspection: Are all the stars in my firmament still shining, or have any fallen since my last visit? Once in Paris, I immediately got down to business with dinner at Taillevent, a Michelin three-star restaurant that can justly be called the summit of French haute cuisine. Neophilia is the curse of the food world, and there is a tendency in some circles to damn Taillevent with wan praise; to acknowledge the restaurant's greatness but to dismiss the cooking as anachronistic"unexciting" is the adjective often invoked. True, at Taillevent you will not get flambéed foie gras bathed in coriander-and-kumquat foam and potted in a martini glass dangling from the ceiling; what you do get are brilliantly rendered dishes that display a contemporary sensibility while remaining firmly anchored in the classical idiom. I've never had a meal in New York that comes close to matching the lunches and dinners I have had at Taillevent (under three different chefs). Then there is the service, which is almost telepathic in its perfection but also wonderfully spirited and human. Get the feeling I like the place? I do. One of the good things about eating alone in an establishment to which you are known is that you never lack for company at the tablethe food just keeps coming. Dinner began with a glass of champagne and a plate of gougeres (highly addictive cheese puffs). My friend Jean-Marie Ancher, Taillevent's legendary head captain, had proposed that I have two first courses; in the event, I got threesautéed artichokes with crayfish gnocchi, langoustine ravioli with a basil and shellfish jus, and a ballotine of foie gras, all accompanied by a half-bottle of a Chassagne-Montrachet. I then had a half-bottle of a red Chassagne with the main course, a turnover filled with foie gras, bacon, and cabbage, served in a black truffle sauce. This was followed by a little cheesea plate of seven different cheeses, actuallyand a trio of desserts: a passion fruit soufflé, chocolate mousse encased in what amounted to a chocolate cigar, and a small selection of sorbets. It was after midnight when I finally emptied my glass of Armagnac, bringing to a close four hours of uninterrupted bliss. Pythons don't sleep well after swallowing pigs; I slept fitfully after Taillevent, and the next day began slowly. After my standard Parisian breakfasta slice of mixed berry clafoutis from Gérard Mulot, the great left-bank patisserieI devoted the morning to wine hunting, visiting Caves Taillevent, an offshoot of the restaurant; Caves Auge, the oldest wine shop in Paris and an essential stop for any oenophile; and Lavinia, a megastore that might well have the best selection of French wines in the world. Suffice it to say, my wallet had shed a few pounds by noon. Of necessity, I opted for a light lunch at another old standby, Le Dome, the historic art deco seafood brasserie on the Boulevard Montparnasse. I coddled my stomach with a bowl of fish soup, a half-dozen oysters, and a half-bottle of the sublime 2000 Dauvissat Chablis Forest (oh, and an entire bloc of the heavenly salted butter from Brittany). From there, it was off to Marie-Anne Cantin, an elegant cheese shop in the 7th Arrondissement. After 45 minutes of tasting and browsing, I purchased a small selection of cheeses for the flight home and a substantially larger selection with which to console myself once I got there. Then it was off to the aforementioned Ladurée, this one off the Boulevard St. Germain, to pick up two praline millefeuilles: one for immediate consumption, the other for a late-night snack. I inhaled the first while crossing the Seine for the third time of the day; now, to have a drink with my friend Owen Franken at the indispensable Willi's Wine Bar. Owen is an American photographer based in Paris and one of the funnier people I've ever met. Comedy runs in the family: His brother is Al Franken. Owen had brought his daughter Manui, who buried herself in a book while Daddy kept his compatriot in stitcheswith stories of his trip late last year to Baghdad with brother Al (the frères Franken lighting a menorah in one of Saddam's palaces is an indelible image) and with his usual cracks about the Dutch. Owen is married to a Dutch woman, and until I met him, I never realized the Lowlanders were such superb fodder for jokes. For dinner, I went to a dinner party at my friend Georges' apartment. The company was terrific, but the food was Hungarian and not especially good. I briefly considered ducking out early and heading off for a plate of choucroute, which is my single favorite French dishit is an Alsatian specialty consisting of sauerkraut, pork chops, and sausagesbut ultimately decided to give the metabolism a break. Back at the hotel, however, I did eat that second praline millefeuille. I flew home the next day, but not before strapping on the feedbag one more time. After the obligatory fillip at Mulot, I went for lunch to Benoit, another of my Parisian pit stops. Nearly a century old now, Benoit is perhaps the greatest classical bistro still in existence in France. The prices are wounding, and some locals seem to dislike it because it is popular with Americans, but the food is sublime and soulfullife-affirming, really. I ordered my usual dishes: smoked salmon marinated in a vinaigrette, followed by boeuf à la modebraised beef in a red wine sauce. The meal was up to its usual high standards, giving me the reassurance I sought. But my work was not quite done: On the way to the airport, I fortified myself for the long flight with yet another praline millefeuille from Ladurée. There it is againthe praline millefeuille. What is it, and why did I eat so many of them? It is a napoleon consisting of two tiers of praline cream and a layer of chocolate, and it is without question the finest pastry I have ever had the joy of consuming. Sweet but not cloyingly so, it's also an architectural jewel in that it seems to contain trap doors leading to hidden deposits of still more praline cream and chocolate. I can say, without too much shame, that not a week passes in which I don't at some moment find myself longing for this dessert. To borrow from A.J. Liebling, who knows what Proust might have written had he tasted a praline millefeuille instead of a madeleine? Ladurée used to be a terrific place for lunch, but a change in management a few years ago led to changes in the kitchen and the menu, and now a meal there is just another overpriced study in mediocrity. The praline millefeuille emerged from the transition unscathed, but I have every expectation that they will eventually screw it up, too. And now, perhaps, you better understand this twice-a-day (sometimes thrice-a-day) habit of mine in Paris. Mike Steinberger writes regularly for Slate. |
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3) Reuters: Hopper show offers haunting solitude [Une grande expo sur l'artiste américain Edward Hopper, le peintre de l'ultra-moderne solitude, vient d'ouvrir à Londres.] http://uk.news.yahoo.com/040525/325/eugak.html Tuesday May 25, 02:39 PM Hopper show offers haunting solitude By Jeremy Lovell LONDON (Reuters) - A major exhibition of paintings by Edward Hopper, whose soul-searching works chronicled 20th century America, opens in London on Thursday. It is the first show in England for 23 years of works by the pictorial poet who made aloneness an art form and whose evocative images caught the mood of America from the depression of the 1930s through World War Two to the revolutionary 1960s. "He inspired a host of writers, artists and filmmakers," exhibition curator Sheena Wagstaff told reporters on Tuesday. "These are pictures of the human condition -- what it is to be alive." Hopper, whose paintings often featured windows to symbolise the divide between the inner self and outer reality, used solitary figures and the play of light and shadow to express powerful feelings of tension and isolation. His works are often interpreted as epitomising loneliness and alienation, but friend and author Brian O'Doherty disagreed. "Being alone does not mean being lonely, and solitude is not alienation," he said. The exhibition at the Tate Modern gallery opens with a grey and black image of a solitary figure in a darkened theatre painted in 1902 and ends with the 1963 "Sun in an Empty Room" -- considered by many to be his masterpiece. The pictures are hung in such a way to enlighten each other, and normally shuttered windows in the gallery have been opened both to use natural light and to mean that each room has an actual window echoing Hopper's trademark image. "Each picture here could be seen as part of a self-portrait," said O'Doherty, who was one of only eight people at the artist's funeral. "He wasn't egocentric. He had an intense interest in being. He was puzzled about his own self," he added. "He was one of the most decent men you could ever wish to meet." One room in the exhibition is dedicated to "Nighthawks," one of the most instantly recognisable of Hopper's paintings. Dating from 1942, it features three customers and a waiter seen through the giant window of a late night diner on a bleak street corner. Hopper, who died in 1967 aged 84, achieved success relatively late in life when all 16 of his works in a solo show at the Rehn Gallery in New York were sold in 1924. He gave up his hated job as a commercial illustrator to begin painting full time and took to spending each summer in Cape Cod which features in many of his works -- as does his wife Jo Nivison. O'Doherty said he once asked Hopper, a man of few words, what he was seeking in his works. "He replied: 'I am after me.'" The more than 80 works will be on show until September 5 before moving to Cologne's Museum Ludwig where they will stay until early January 2005. |
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******************************** http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jhtml?xml= The report, by Marian Salzman, chief strategic officer of Euro RSCG Worldwide, the world's fifth largest advertising agency, describes these women as princess-style "domestic divas" who effectively exploit their husbands. "Today, 'women's lib' means wanting to be liberated from the intense pressures of the modern-day working mum," she said. "And what we're seeing is a serious gender divide regarding women in the workplace. This time around, it is the women who want to stay at home and the men who want to keep them in the offices and factories." Miss Salzman, 45, who does not have children, is well known in the United States for spotting trends before they go mainstream. She predicted the rise of 1970s fashion nostalgia and, on the eve of the Bridget Jones phenomenon, spotted that single professional women would become the new, free-spending yuppies. Her report last year, the Future of Men, predicted that "metrosexuals" - straight men who care about fashion, food and grooming - would be the new target of advertisers. Yesterday she said 69 per cent of women thought it perfectly acceptable for females to be housewives and not to earn a salary. In contrast, only 48 per cent of men felt that women should remain outside paid employment. Her research suggested that the motivation to spend more time at home was "self-centred" for some women. "There are many women who choose to stay home out of concern for their children's quality of life," she said. "But there are plenty of others who are paying lip service to being the 2004 version of the perfect mum. "In reality they are domestic divas who want the flawless kids, courtesy of the nanny; a spotless home, thanks to a cleaning service; and a reputation for being a fabulously put-together homemaker. "These are the women who are becoming a target of disdain and rage on the part of spouses who didn't expect to be shouldering the financial burden single-handedly." She said she was not talking about mothers with very young children but those whose offspring were older and in full-time education. "My two closest friends are stay-at-home women and I have no idea what they do all day. One of them has a daughter at university and a second daughter at high school." Jill Kirby, the chairman of the family group at the Centre for Policy Studies think-tank, said: "It's very clear that women who have the choice between working and being at home with their children still want to prioritise their home life and life with their children." She denied claims that women who wanted to be at home were often lazy, with their reliance on paid help. "We can't create a world where people just do what they want," she said, "but women do need fulfilment." Last week the actress Gwyneth Paltrow reignited the debate over career versus children for working mothers, saying: "I can't understand mothers who put their career before children. There are certain women in this business who have children and I just think 'you must never see them'. You can't do movies back to back and see your child if they go to school." Holly Hamilton-Bleakley, of Full Time Mothers, a lobbying organisation, said she abhorred the idea of women buying in child care so that they could simply sit in a coffee shop, but she did not believe this was an accurate picture. "The dual income, two-career family is becoming outdated. Parents are finally recognising that children need time with them. Time spent with children is well spent and makes a major difference to a child's life." But Miss Salzman said the reality was that women with older children were increasingly becoming self-indulgent. "They look at the realities of paid work - the stress, the politics, the pressure, the dress code - and they say that it would mean less 'me' time. "And we are not just talking about women who earn lots of money. Women who earn £27,500, or £55,000, or more than £55,000 did not want to work, and men are feeling a great deal of financial pressure. "Women think: 'What's mine is mine, and what's his is mine.' " |
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5) The Economist: Britain's Olympic bid [Londres est retenue comme candidate aux JO de 2012, mais est-ce une bonne idée ?] http://www.economist.com/World/europe/displayStory.cfm?story_id=2686898 GIVEN the amount of sniggering the Greek government has had to put up with over its stadium in Athens, currently sitting roofless in the dust like a discarded oyster shell, it is perhaps surprising that there is a queue to host the Olympics. Yet the shortlist of cities for the 2012 Games, announced by the International Olympic Committee (IOC) on Tuesday, is the most competitive ever. London is on it, along with three other capitalsParis, Moscow and Madridand New York. London has some good plans too. They involve picturesque locations like Wimbledon for tennis and Lord's cricket ground for archery. Horse Guards Parade would be used for beach volleyball and Hyde Park for the triathlon. Good plans are not enough, though. A winning city needs a professional team pushing the bid and the power of public opinion behind it. It is not clear that London has either. Barbara Cassani, an American whose charm and determination had won over many sceptics, resigned as head of the team when the shortlist was announced. The Olympic lobby was shocked. Some blamed anti-Americanism. She has been replaced by Sebastian Coe, who used to be a fine athlete but has yet to prove himself as a manager and hustler. Nor are Londoners wildly enthusiastic (see chart). Politicians share their ambivalence. Britain got going late because the government dithered for nearly a year. Tony Blair has voiced his support, but not as loudly as France's president, Jacques Chirac, who likes to wander into Olympic press conferences and do a little publicity for the Paris bid. Tessa Jowell, the minister responsible for sport, has none of the clout of her French counterpart, Jean-François Lamour, twice a gold medal winner for fencing. Gordon Brown, the chancellor, is said to be against the bid. Though financial disasters like the Montreal Games are now rare, few Olympics manage to turn a profit. The exceptions, like Los Angeles in 1984, do so by not building much new stuff. London, by contrast, is planning a 500-acre Olympic park, complete with athletes' village, indoor arenas and swimming pool, in the lower Lea Valley, an unloved bit of east London. The Olympics' supporters argue that, even if they made a loss, the wider boost the Games will bring would be worth it. The evidence for this is shaky. Robert Baade, an economist at Chicago's Lake Forest College, says that the perceived benefits of a successful Games like Sydney tend to be offset by the number of tourists who stay away. He also reckons that increased economic activity in the host city has come at the rest of the country's expense. There is little data on the economic impact on Olympic cities, but Mr Baade studied what the 1994 soccer World Cup did to its nine American host cities. They had been expected to benefit from a $4 billion economic boost. Mr Baade reckons that, instead, the event depressed growth, as some tourists kept away to avoid football fans. Stefan Szymanski, of Tanaka Business School at Imperial College in London, also doubts the economic claims made for such events. The Olympics is like having a big party and building a bridge that everyone crosses once, he says. All the candidate cities face this problem. But London has a particular difficulty. In its report on the shortlist, the IOC described London's rail system as often obsolete and the roads as congested. Part of the problem is that, until recently, it had been assumed that the Olympics would hasten, and benefit from, Crossrail, a long-mooted plan for a high-speed east-west railway across the city. An unpublished report by Arup, an engineering firm, for the British Olympic Association and the Greater London Authority, says that without Crossrail and without event rescheduling (ie, the worst-case scenario) the network cannot cope with the expected level of demand. Event reschedulingfitting the Games around London's commutersis not popular with the IOC. And now nobody expects Crossrail to be built in time. The Arup report is also gloomy on the economics of the Games. It estimates the balance of costs and benefits at somewhere between a surplus of £82m ($145m) and a loss of £145m. London's Olympic bid does have one prominent friend, however. The mayor, Ken Livingstone, has recognised an opportunity to force central government to spend lots of money on London's transport. The pressure has already started: as soon as the shortlist was announced, the bid's leaders said that without increased spending London would lose. Fixing the transport would be popular. But Londoners, it seems, could do without the Olympics that go with it. ^RETURN TO TOP^ |
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6) The Economist: The Czech Republic [La République tchèque cherche un nouveau nom plus court.] http://www.economist.com/World/europe/displayStory.cfm?story_id=2693430 BELOVED as it is of headline writers, for whom anything Czech will be in the post on the rare occasions when it is not being bounced or mated, the name of the Czech Republic gives little pleasure to Czechs themselves. It is too formal for everyday use, they say. Nobody takes a holiday in the Kingdom of Spain or the Commonwealth of Australia. So why must they take one in the Czech Republic? Unfortunately, the Czechs have been unable to agree on a one-word informal name for their country, whether in Czech or English, since the peaceful demise of Czechoslovakia 11 years ago (the other half became Slovakia, which works fine so long as it is not confused with Slovenia). The Czech Senate has just held a public hearing on the issue, which circled, as such discussions always do, around the one or two possibilities that Czechs accept as logical, but cannot bring themselves to love. One problem is that a short name risks reminding older Czechs of the contemptuous terms Tschechei and Rest-Tschechei that the Nazis pinned on the rump of the country after seizing the Sudetenland in 1938. Modern Germans have got over this by coining the name Tschechien. The Czechs have welcomed this, despite confusion with Tschechenien, the German name for Chechnya, a war-torn bit of Russia. Yet Czech businessmen still want an official short English name, so that they can brand their goods more snappily. Some have opted for Made in Czech. But this is the grammatical equivalent of Made in British or Made in a Briton: the first nonsensical and the second faintly unsettling. The obvious choice would be Czechia, which would complement Slovakia. It has been favoured for years by the foreign ministry and tourist authorities. But the natural English pronunciation, Check-ee-ya, grates on Czech ears. They would prefer the ch to be softer, as in the German Ich. The common short name in Czech, Cesko (pronounced chess-go), also evokes mixed feelings, but is gaining acceptance for want of anything better. Vaclav Havel, when he was president, said it made his flesh creep. Others complain that it evokes the splitting of the countryCzechoslovakia with the Slovakia amputated. And some argue that it sounds too much like Tesco, a supermarket chain prominent in Prague (and noted for its Czech-outs). |
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card attest to Poole's dramatic aging. Keefer estimated that, every time Valdavia says "vision can't be charted on spreadsheets," Poole loses 75 hairs. "Yesterday, I walked into the breakroom and found Seth leaning over the donuts, picking frosting off a Long John, and mumbling, 'If Ben does his fishing-out-of-his-wastebasket gag one more time, I walk,'" Keefer added. "It wasn't pretty." Jason Marshall, a security guard in the building where Blue Juice is headquartered, said he was initially confused by the image on Poole's ID card. "I saw this old guy flashing some young guy's ID, so I stopped him," Marshall said. "Once I saw the photo up close, I could tell it was [Poole]. Man, the last couple years have been hard on that guy." While Poole seemed unaware of the dramatic change in his appearance, he did report that his health has taken a turn for the worse in recent months. He said he developed a duodenal ulcer earlier this year, shortly after he discovered that Valdavia had extorted cash from the company's 401K matching fund for renovations on his Vermont lake house. "When I found out [about the embezzlement], I said to him, in a tone of voice you'd reserve for a child, 'Ben, you know this is stealing, right?'" Poole said, his scowl forming deep lines on his forehead. "And he said, 'How was it stealing when I paid it back within a month?' So I asked Ben if he had heard of any of those recent corporate financial scandals, and he answered that those companies were publicly owned, whereas most of his assets are tied up in Blue Juice. He thought that meant he was entitled to borrow from the employee-retirement account fund for personal reasons." Poole's face has also borne the ravages of his boss' inconsistently implemented "open communication" policy; Valdavia's recent declaration to investors that, unbeknownst to his staff, an IPO was imminent; and his tendency to call Poole into his office for lengthy chit-chats when Poole is about to leave for the night. Poole's photo ID does not tell the whole story of his decline. The face on his card only hints at the 10 pounds now missing from his once-muscular body. "I used to go to the gym, but I haven't seen the inside of Gold's since we started on this new distribution structure," Poole said. "I used to eat fairly healthy, too, but I've grown pretty accustomed to snacking on whatever's in the breakroom all day and then grabbing some McDonald's on the way home. I always pair it with a 32-ounce Coke. That's rightsugary, empty-calorie-laden Coke. I refuse to choke down another fucking Blue Juice as long as I live." Leo Drake, president of Safeguard Solutions, the security-consultant firm that sold Blue Juice its ID-card machine, recommends that companies update their employees' photo IDs annually to prevent a "reverse Dorian Gray" effect. "Regularly renewed IDs will reflect the subject's likeness with greater accuracy, improving the ID's functionality as a tool for identity verification," Drake said. "In addition, employees won't be confronted every day with proof of their ongoing personal decline." Drake added: "By no means should employees be allowed to keep their old IDs, lest they make the connection between their workplace struggles and their unnaturally aged appearances." |
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legal form in America, noting the key 19th-century legal innovation that
led to treating companies as persons under law. By bestowing on them the
rights and protections that people enjoy, this legal innovation gave the
company the freedom to flourish. So if the corporation is a person, ask
the film's three Canadian co-creators, Mark Achbar, Joel Bakan and Jennifer
Abbott, what sort of person is it? There is a tendency among anti-globalisers to demonise captains of industry. But according to The Corporation, the problem with companies does not lie with the people who run them. Sir Mark Moody-Stuart, a former boss of Shell, comes across in the film as a sympathetic and human character. At one point, he and his wife greet protesters camped on the front lawn of their English cottage with offers of a cup of tea and apologies for the lack of soya milk for the vegans among them. The film gives Sam Gibara, boss of Goodyear, time to air his opinions, which are given a reasonably neutral edit. Ray Anderson, boss of Interface (which claims, with psychopathic grandiosity, to be the world's largest commercial carpetmaker) is given the hero treatment. Having experienced an epiphany about the destructive and unsustainable nature of modern capitalism, Mr Anderson has donned the preacher's cloth to spread the religion of environmental sustainability among his peers. The main message of the film is that, through their psychopathic pursuit of profit, firms make good people do bad things. Lucy Hughes of Initiative Media, an advertising consultancy, is shown musing about the ethics of designing marketing strategies that exploit the tendency of children to nag parents to buy things, before comforting herself with the thought that she is merely performing her proper role in society. Mark Barry, a competitive intelligence professional, disguises himself as a headhunter to extract information for his corporate clients from rivals, while telling the camera that he would never behave so deceitfully in his private life. Human values and morality survive the onslaught of corporate pathology only via a carefully cultivated schizophrenia: the tobacco boss goes home, hugs his kids and feels a little less bad about spreading cancer. Company executives and foot soldiers alike will identify instantly with this analysis, because it is accurate. But it is also incomplete. The greater insanity For Weber, the greater potential tyranny lay not with the economic bureaucracies of capitalism, but the state bureaucracies of socialism. The psychopathic national socialism of Nazi Germany, communism of Stalinist Soviet rule and fascism of imperial Japan (whose oppressive bureaucratic machinery has survived well into the modern era) surely bear Weber out. Infinitely more powerful than firms and far less accountable for its actions, the modern state has the capacity to behave even in evolved western democracies as a more dangerous psychopath than any corporation can ever hope to become: witness the environmental destruction wreaked by Japan's construction ministry. The makers of The Corporation counter
that the state was not the subject of their film. Fair point. But they
have done more than produce a thought-provoking account of the firm. Their
film also invites its audience to weigh up the benefits of privatisation
versus public ownership. It dwells on the familiar problem of the corporate
corruption of politics and regulatory agencies that weakens public oversight
of privately owned firms charged with delivering public goods. But that
is only half the story. The film has nothing to say about the immense
damage that can also flow from state ownership. Instead, there is a misty-eyed
alignment of the state with the public interest. Run that one past the
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But make no mistake. Planning, execution and continued oversight of an outsourcing strategy requires a lot of work. The benefits will not be realized immediately and cost savings will probably not be as significant as predicted. Experts in the growing field of outsourcing advisory services say companies tend to fall into the same traps when planning, executing and maintaining an outsourcing strategy. We spoke with two such experts: Mark Hodges, CEO of Equaterra, and neoIT CEO Atul Vashistha. Click here for the six most common outsourcing mistakes,
and you just might avoid making one yourself. [sur le site vous trouverez
la diaporama] 3. Before deciding on a country or service provider, first determine the cost of running your business processes and what your objectives are. If your service levels and costs are already competitive, it won't make sense to farm it out. Study the expertise of each potential partner, considering proximity, costs, cultural and language barriers, telecom infrastructure and tax laws among other factors, before making a decision. India will not always be the right answer. 4. Before deciding on a country or service provider, first determine the cost of running your business processes and what your objectives are. If your service levels and costs are already competitive, it won't make sense to farm it out. Study the expertise of each potential partner, considering proximity, costs, cultural and language barriers, telecom infrastructure and tax laws among other factors, before making a decision. India will not always be the right answer. 5. Before deciding on a country or service provider, first determine the cost of running your business processes and what your objectives are. If your service levels and costs are already competitive, it won't make sense to farm it out. Study the expertise of each potential partner, considering proximity, costs, cultural and language barriers, telecom infrastructure and tax laws among other factors, before making a decision. India will not always be the right answer.6. Competition for talent is heating up in India
and elsewhere, as more American and European companies move work outside
their borders. Experts say talented engineers and software developers
can easily shuffle between companies, and these employees should be secured.
Work with your service provider or offshore subsidiary--many American
companies have established international development centers--to maintain
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