Monday, June 30, 2008

'Mark Twain: An American Star' 'The Trouble Begins at 8: A Life of Mark Twain in the Wild, Wild West'

It's a good thing that Samuel Clemens lived a long life -- 74 years -- because he had a lot of living to do.

He was a sickly babe, causing his mother to proclaim: "I could see no promise in him." How wrong she was. Sam grew up to become a Mississippi riverboat pilot, a newspaper journalist and prospector in the Old West, a foreign correspondent traveling abroad and -- under the name we remember him by, Mark Twain -- a celebrated author and humorist.

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These two new biographies will introduce you to this American treasure, whose creative mind gave birth to such classic literary characters as the adventurous Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn, and wonderful tales about jumping frogs and princes and paupers.

Sid Fleischman, a Newbery medalist for "The Whipping Boy," takes an in-depth look at Twain's early life, through the Wild West days.

Fleischman is a magician as well as a writer, and it shows in his magical way with words.

Elizabeth MacLeod has written more than two dozen children's books, including several biographies. This 32-page book has lots of photos (and cartoons), making it a better choice, perhaps, for younger readers looking for a brief overview of Twain's remarkable life.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/06/22/AR2008062201819.html

Famed pianist has low media profile at home in Norway

Norwegian pianist Leif Ove Andsnes has been called "brilliant," a "genius," "eminent" and "fabulous" by media reviewers the world over. Back home in Norway, however, Andsnes attracts much less media interest and coverage than local sports stars.

Gifted Norwegian pianist Leif Ove Andsnes wins glowing headlines abroad, but doesn't get nearly as much media attention at home.

Just this past spring, for example, Andsnes won front-page accolades in newspapers like the San Francisco Chronicle for concerts held during a solo tour. The Washington Post also ran rave reports of Andsnes' concert appearance in the US capital, while respected French newspaper Le Monde wrote two years ago that reviewers should stop referring to Andsnes simply as "one of the best pianists of his generation." They should rather agree that Andsnes is "the most important pianist of our time."

All the media hype almost makes Andsnes himself blush. He's arguably much more famous overseas than he is at home, but he takes it in stride. In a revealing portrait of the artist as a still-young man, Norwegian newspaper Dagens Næringsliv wrote over the weekend that Andsnes doesn't mind the lack of media hype at all. He does find it puzzling, though.

Not least since Andsnes just wrapped up a stunning international tour this spring, during which he played 24 solo concerts with the best orchestras on the world's most important classic stages. He can command fees of up to USD 40,000 for an evening, wrote Dagens Næringsliv (DN) and he can pretty much play what he wants to play.

"But the entire solo tour proceeded without a single telephone call from Norwegian media," Andsnes reflected. "Not even after I'd played before 2,800 people at Carnegie Hall in New York.

"That's absolutely OK for me," he told DN. "I just think it's odd, compared with the massive coverage given to sports. Art is often only in the news if it's in connection with a competition. We've become so incredibly results oriented."

Born to play

Andsenes, who hails from the west coast island of Karmøy, is said to have hands that were designed for playing the piano. He's been playing since childhood, with some time out for a marching band. He's now 38, has been traveling more than 200 days a year for the past 20 years and maintains a schedule that can be booked for years in advance.

He spent the past week in the idyllic southern coastal town of Risør, where he is artistic director for the annual Risør Festival of Chamber Music. He won rave reviews there as well, but could wander down the town streets without attracting a lot of attention.

He seems to be trying to spend more time doing such things, living life beyond the countless hotel rooms where he sleeps when he's not at his homes in Bergen or Copenhagen. He admitted to being seriously involved for the first time in a romantic relationship, with a sweetheart from northern Norway, but he also remains committed to his work as a pianist.

"I can't imagine another life," he told DN. "To be able to go so deep into something, that's a privilege."

Andsnes studied at the Bergen Music Conservatory under Czech professor Jiri Hlinka. His web site says he's also received "invaluable advice" over the years from the Belgian piano teacher Jacques de Tiège, who, like Hlinka, has greatly influenced his style and philosophy of playing. Last year, Andsnes himself became a professor at the Norwegian Academy of Music in Oslo.

When time allows, Andsnes escapes to the Hardanger mountains where he reportedly enjoys walking, skiing and the peace of Norwegian nature.

Andsnes will be playing at another chamber music festival in Lofoten next week and in Oslo on July 20. Then it’s off to performances in Copenhagen, Germany, Switzerland, Salzburg and Milan, before he leaves for Brazil in September, Japan in October and other concerts around Asia in the autumn.

http://www.aftenposten.no/english/local/article2513594.ece

Add a Splash of Ad-Lib

HERE’S how I learned to make cocktails. Some years ago, I discovered mojitos, which I liked a lot, at least when they were made well. But they varied wildly when I ordered them in bars and restaurants. So I began tinkering at home and found my way: dark rum, a little simple syrup (half water, half sugar, heated until the sugar melts), loads of lime, not much mint. No club soda (a weakening aberration, even if it’s “correct”). No muddling (too much work, too showy, and I don’t even like the sound of the word). No white rum (unconventional, but I like rum with flavor).

After a while, I would go to bars and ask for “a mojito made with Barbancourt (or whatever) rum, a little syrup, a lot of lime and a little mint.”

When I got sick of mint, I switched to margaritas. In general, you can’t find a good one in a bar, not in Mexico and not in New York. So I took the same approach. I figured out how I liked my margarita and ordered it that way: good tequila, a teaspoon or so of triple sec, and lots of lime. (Some bartenders acted like that was a novel drink. Others said I wanted a traditional margarita. I suppose.)

Then I did some thinking and reading about cocktails. It turns out that if you use vodka instead of tequila, the margarita becomes the kamikaze. Swap cognac for the vodka and lemon for the lime and you have a sidecar.

Look at the pattern — you might call it the basic recipe — of these drinks, many of which might be grouped as “sours”: they combine liquor with water (usually in the form of ice), a sour flavoring (usually citrus juice) and a sweetener (simple syrup, or something more expensive and flavorful, like Cointreau). You might add a splash of soda or, if you like, fruit juice, which gets you into beachcomber or cosmo territory.

Master this pattern and you can mix hundreds of cocktails at home without a book or recipe. For me, most cocktails look like this: A stiff pour of alcohol, say a quarter cup, over ice; very little sweetener, a teaspoon or at the most two; a tablespoon or more of lime juice (which I find more refreshing than lemon juice); and, if suitable, a garnish like mint (which I chop), or an orange slice. Not only can the proportions change to your taste, they should.

The parallels with cooking are clear. You can start with good ingredients, or not. You can start with someone else’s recipe (on which there are usually a score or more variations) or make the cocktail your own. The point — and this clearly comes from the perspective of cook, not bartender — is this: Why not make cocktails from scratch, ignoring the names and acknowledging your preferences? Why not treat the margarita like a dish of pasta with tomatoes, assuming a few given ingredients but varying them according to your taste?

You learn your preferences by mixing the drink at home, not according to someone else’s recipe, but according to your will. Then you can duplicate your drink anywhere, and precisely. It’s very empowering.

Here are some drinks that follow this pattern:

GIMLET Gin (traditionally) or vodka (more recently), with sugar and lime (or Rose’s Lime Juice).

TOM COLLINS Gin with lemon instead of lime, sugar and club soda. There are also bourbon, rum, or vodka collinses.

SLOE GIN FIZZ Tom Collins with sloe gin.

DAIQUIRI Gimlet with rum, more or less.

MARGARITA Gimlet with tequila, with triple sec instead of sugar.

KAMIKAZE Margarita with vodka.

COSMO Kamikaze with a splash of cranberry juice.

SIDECAR Margarita with cognac and lemon instead of lime.

By now you get it. This pattern does not cover all cocktails, of which there are thousands. Those made with bitters, egg white (a nice addition to anything you’re shaking or blending), combinations of different liquors, rose water or flaming orange zest mist get a bit more complicated.

But if you consider this an approach for creating classic, simple, personalized cocktails, using pure ingredients; if you put aside the recipe book and think about this as you would cooking — combining flavors you like with imagination guided by experience — you’re well on your way.

As for the silly names, make them up, or forget about them. If one of your guests asks for an old-fashioned (bourbon, bitters, sugar, maraschino cherry and orange), you can always look it up.

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/06/25/dining/25mini.html?ref=dining

Textron Names GE Executive Donnelly As Operating Chief

Textron Inc. (TXT) named General Electric Co. (GE) executive Scott C. Donnelly as chief operating officer to oversee its manufacturing units.

Meanwhile, GE named David Joyce to replace Donnelly as president and chief executive of GE Aviation, its jet engine and mechanical systems maker.

Donnelly, 46 years old, had held the top job at GE Aviation since July 2005 and was previously senior vice president and director of GE Global Research.

"Scott brings extensive experience and a track record of success in leading complex, diverse, global businesses," Textron Chief Executive Lewis B. Campbell said. "Further, his experience in lean manufacturing, global sourcing, innovation and technology management are aligned with Textron's growth strategies."

Textron - a multi-industry company with operations in the aircraft, industrial-product and finance sectors - said Donnelly will also oversee the company's information technology, engineering and global sourcing functions.

Joyce, 51, has been with GE's aviation business for 28 years and has served as vice president of commercial engines since 2003.

"David has broad experience across the business, from engineering and product design to customer service, giving him keen insight into how to continue Aviation's global growth," General Electric Chief Executive Jeff Immelt said.

Shares of GE traded recently up 1.3% at $26.61, while Textron rose 4 cents to $47.97.

http://money.cnn.com/news/newsfeeds/articles/djf500/200806301246DOWJONESDJONLINE000420_FORTUNE5.htm

Sunday, June 29, 2008

Foreign property envy

Rosie Millard is tempted by a holiday fling with some hot property

Every year when I go abroad on holiday, I fall victim to a strange malaise. I call it foreign property envy, or FPE, although John Keats, the Romantic poet and dreamer extraordinaire, had a posher phrase for it: negative capability. It’s the ability to think yourself into the spirit of (in my case) a French villa or (in Keats’s case) a nightingale. You start to believe you actually inhabit said villa, or, er, bird.

Avian fantasies aside, what about property? Falling in love with a French maison, a Spanish beachside home or the turreted castle in Umbria you have hired for two weeks in August can get serious. Quickly. If not nipped in the bud, it can lead to protracted visits to the local estate agent, lengthy chats with one’s bank manager and tortuous negotiations in an unfamiliar tongue with lawyers and vendors. After which, you might end up with the object of your lust - and have to learn to live with the consequences.

Last week, I suffered a bad dose of FPE, my first of the season, while on a cruise down the Norwegian fjords. In June, the fjords are lovely, all green water, lush mountains, cascading waterfalls and sunshine. The waterside dwellings are equally charming: isolated, painted wooden houses with steep roofs. We slid slowly past, with Grieg playing hauntingly from our cabin. It was spectacular. Cheesy, but spectacular. “Wouldn’t it be great to own one of these,” said Mr Millard lovingly. I know, I know - the love life of two property anoraks: it’s pathetic.

Wherever we are in the world, our obsession catches up with us. It’s like travelling with an incurable condition - athlete’s foot, or some such. Given a lull of more than four minutes, Mr Millard will wander over to look at estate agents’ windows or neighbouring houses or, worse still, start our favourite game: guess the value. He (and I) can now do this with such accuracy, we are thinking of suggesting it as a quiz show on some cable channel.

But back to the boat. Together, we painted a glowing picture of how we would enjoy our new Norwegian getaway, maybe near Bergen (Grieg’s home town, coincidentally), or in the tiny village of Flam, on a tributary of the country’s longest fjord. When the cruise ships arrive, Flam’s population of 400 increases by 1,000%. But come winter, the visitors all leave - and there’s the rub. Let’s forget about June and factor in the Norwegian winter, when it gets light at 10.30am and dark again at 2pm.

“What do you do in the winter?” I asked, on a guided tour to Grieg’s house. “We tend to sleep a lot,” replied the guide. That’s when they aren’t drying out – there is a reason Norway looks so green, and that’s because it rains most of the time. Bergen is the wettest city in Europe. Suddenly, our Nordic idyll looked a bit less idyllic. Invited for tea in a small two-up, two-down townhouse with a garden in the fjordside town of Stavanger, Mr Millard and I started to play our game. “Half a million quid,” he suggested, and was duly gratified when the hostess congratulated him on his accuracy.

“I had an obsession with buying a house in Norway, too,” says my friend, the television reporter Donal MacIntyre. He also fell in love with one in an Inuit settlement in Greenland, 700 miles within the Arctic Circle, where it never gets light at all in winter. Instead, he made what appeared a dream purchase in southwest France: a semi-derelict manor house for £210,000 that came with a dovecote, gîte, barn, orchard, river bank and the biggest private pool in the country. “I bought it entirely by accident,” he says. When the sun was shining.

What MacIntyre ended up with was not a holiday paradise, but a list of calamities. No kitchen, no bathroom, no air-con. Then there were the deer, the termites, thieves and the necessity for an on-site security manager. MacIntyre has spent loads on making it liveable, but never really used it himself. “I’m selling it as we speak,” he says. He’s finally got it off his hands for about £350,000. His tip? “If you fall in love with a holiday home, buy one off a couple who spent all their money doing it up, and are now bankrupt and have to sell.” Helena Frith Powell, French expert of these pages, who lives in the Languedoc, has some simple advice. “Try to remember that, however gorgeous a house looks after four bottles of rosé on a sunny afternoon, the winters in France can be horrible,” she says. “Unless you’re a millionaire, you will need to earn money. Some people end up commuting back to the UK, others end up broke and with no way of getting back into the UK housing market.”

So we have committed to keeping our eyes firmly down during the entirety of the summer. No visits to foreign estate agencies, no fjordside bolt hole, no pipe dreams of life in a Tuscan castle. The children will be overjoyed. Whether we can keep up this spartan experiment remains to be seen.

http://property.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/property/investment/article4219935.ece

Gold futures end with strong gains

Gold futures closed with strong gains Friday as a new record high in crude oil, persistent weakness in the U.S. dollar and a decline in the U.S. stock market encouraged investment demand for the precious metal. Gold for August delivery rallied $16.20 to end at $931.30 an ounce on the New York Mercantile Exchange. The precious metal posted a weekly gain of $27.60 from last Friday's closing level of $903.70.

http://www.marketwatch.com/news/story/gold-futures-end-strong-gains/story.aspx?guid=%7B24E83C5E-04C1-4430-B8D1-4591D9BB4794%7D&dist=msr_1

Brazilian Secret 93 Million Don't Want to Talk About Is Racism

Walking to and from work was humiliating, Jose Mario da Silva Ferreira says.

For 26 years as a Sao Paulo executive, he worked in the financial heart of South America's biggest city. And every day on Avenida Paulista, women tightened the grip on their handbags as he passed.

It wasn't his behavior, it wasn't his gray hair and it certainly wasn't his pinstriped suits. It was the color of his skin. Ferreira, 43, is black. The women reacted as though he were a purse snatcher, he says.

``You were born in Brazil; your origins are in Brazil,'' says Ferreira, who stepped down in December as economic planning manager at Cia. Brasileira de Distribuicao Grupo Pao de Acucar, Brazil's largest food retailer. He's now helping develop fundraising techniques as a volunteer for a Sao Paulo-based nonprofit group that supports health services.

``It's something you can never get used to,'' he says.

Ferreira's experiences -- and those of other black Brazilians -- come as the continent's biggest economy is in a celebratory mood.

A commodities-led boom is fueling growth; the real beat the Swiss franc as the best-performing major currency during the 12 months through yesterday, gaining 22 percent against the dollar to the franc's 20 percent; Brazil's stock market was No. 1 among the 10 largest over the same period, surging 18.75 percent; and Standard & Poor's and Fitch Ratings have raised the country's debt rating to investment grade for the first time.

Inflation, Crime, Deforestation

Behind the gloss, there's another side of Brazil. Increased consumer demand and higher food prices are boosting inflation, crime is rampant, deforestation is accelerating and something many people don't like to talk about -- racism -- is pervasive.

Brazilians pride themselves on their multicultural society, home to the largest black population outside of Africa. Their food, music and dance -- their feijoada, the national dish of black beans stewed with pork and beef, and their rhythmic samba and bossa nova -- are a mishmash, the legacy of more than 200 indigenous peoples, Portuguese colonists and about 4.5 million Africans who were brought to the country during more than 350 years of slavery. Interracial marriages are common.

``Brazil has this characteristic of being a country that embraces all the people, all the races,'' Paulo Skaf, president of the Federation of Industries of the State of Sao Paulo, says. ``In Brazil, what's important is the person.''

`Anything But Race'

So pervasive is the perception that Brazil is a paragon of racial harmony and equality that it makes the discussion of discrimination all but impossible, says Carlos Santana, a Workers' Party legislator who represents Rio de Janeiro and heads the National Congress's Parliamentary Group to Promote Racial Equality.

``In Brazil, we can talk about anything but race,'' Santana says. ``The myth of racial democracy created a taboo.''

Some people outside of government use harsher terms.

``We have the strongest apartheid ever because people deny racism exists,'' says Humberto Adami, head of the nonprofit Institute for Racial and Environmental Laws in Rio de Janeiro. ``It's very hard to combat what is taken as nonexistent.''

Statistics paint a picture of a nation tainted by the legacy of unequal opportunities. One hundred twenty years after becoming the last country in the Americas to abolish slavery, Brazil remains divided by color. People of African descent are ``a large, impoverished and discriminated-against population,'' the Brazilian embassy in Washington said in a press release posted on its Web site in April.

'Preta' and 'Parda'

Blacks -- defined by the government and nongovernmental organizations as people who describe themselves as either ``preta'' (black) or mixed-race ``parda'' (brown) -- make up almost half of the population. Of the nation's more than 187 million people, 92.7 million are black and 93.1 million are white; Asians, Indians and those who haven't declared a race make up the rest. On average, they earn little more than half as much as whites, 578.2 reais ($361) a month compared with 1,087.1 reais, according to a report based on 2006 data by IPEA Institute for Applied Economic Research, a government group in Brasilia.

Black women are particularly disadvantaged. According to a study by IPEA and the United Nations Development Fund for Women using 2003 data, black women earned 70 percent less than white men, 35 percent less than black men and almost 18 percent less, on average, than white women.

Few blacks make it into management. They account for an estimated 3.5 percent of the executives, 17 percent of the managers and 17.4 percent of the supervisors at 500 major companies, according to the Ethos Institute, a Sao Paulo-based business group that seeks to promote social responsibility. In the U.S., blacks make up about 13.5 percent of the population and hold about 6.3 percent of the management jobs, according to U.S. government data.

6 Percent at Petrobras

Petroleo Brasileiro SA, Brazil's state-controlled oil company known as Petrobras, estimates that last year about 6 percent of its workers -- 3,004 out of 50,207 -- were black, the company said in an e-mailed response to questions. Just over 5 percent of 30-year-old blacks graduated from college compared with 18 percent of whites, according to IPEA.

It's a similar story in government. Of the 513 senators and deputies in Brazil's National Congress, 43 men and 3 women are of African descent, according to Marcelo Paixao, a professor at the Federal University of Rio de Janeiro. President Luiz Inacio Lula da Silva's 23-member cabinet includes two blacks.

Executives routinely reject any suggestion that such disparities result from racism.

'Linked to Education'

``No,'' says Roberto Setubal, chief executive officer of Sao Paulo-based Banco Itau Holding Financeira SA, Brazil's second- largest nongovernment bank. ``I think this situation is closely linked to education,'' he says. ``It's a problem that can only be solved in the long term as the level of education in Brazil improves.''

The country is moving in that direction, Lula said in an interview yesterday with Bloomberg News.

``It's a cultural problem,'' Lula said. ``Instead of complaining that business people don't hire blacks, we need to improve education, the background of everyone, so that people can take all the possible positions. We are advancing in this direction.''

A Petrobras official says the company hires only through an exam that's open to everyone.

``There's no discrimination by race, age or religion,'' the official says in an e-mailed response to questions. Respect for people of different races ``is explicit in the company's ethics code,'' says the official, who refused to be identified by name.

Beyond the human toll, racism is sapping the Brazilian economy of a significant source of strength.

`Spending Power'

``If you consider the spending power of the black community in the U.S., you can have an idea of the consumers we are leaving behind because they are at the margin of social inclusion,'' says Luana Moraes, 35, director at Differential, a Sao Paulo-based consulting firm specializing in corporate diversity. ``It's an economic issue as well as a social one.''

Jose Vicente, rector of Universidade da Cidadania Zumbi dos Palmares, known as Unipalmares, estimates that gross domestic product growth might be 2 percentage points greater if blacks were fully integrated into the economy.

``We are simply giving our back to half of the population,'' he says.

Vicente, who is black and has degrees in sociology and law, says he faces discrimination daily. Visiting Brasilia, the country's capital and political hub, in March 2007 to attend his friend Miguel Jorge's swearing in as trade minister, Vicente, 48, says he was asked to fetch a chair for another invitee.

`Spirit of the Senzala'

``If there's a black in such a ceremony, he can't be a guest,'' Vicente says. ``The spirit of the senzala is still reproduced in the daily life,'' he says, referring to the slave quarters on Brazilian plantations generations ago.

Some students of Brazilian society say the pervasive denial that racial bias is behind the gap between blacks and whites is itself proof that discrimination exists.

``Racial prejudice in Brazil lies in the insistence that there is no racial prejudice,'' Joseph A. Page, a law professor at Georgetown University in Washington, wrote in ``The Brazilians,'' a 1995 book based on research conducted during 16 visits to Brazil over three decades.

Thirteen years later, the problem remains.

``There is repeated racial prejudice in Brazil,'' Page, 74, says in an interview. Take the predominance of whites in senior positions.

`Perpetuates Itself'

``People tend to hire other people who are like themselves,'' he says. ``It perpetuates itself.''

For blacks who do achieve corporate success, the experience can be disorienting.

``You look around and can only think there's something wrong about it,'' says Freddy Lacerda, 55, a black general manager at Banco Itau.

Professional success doesn't insulate blacks from racial affronts. Edison Dias is commercial director at London-based HSBC Holdings Plc's Brazilian unit and a graduate of Pontificia Universidade Catolica de Sao Paulo, one of the country's top- rated universities.

The son of a washerwoman and a stonemason, he says his finance career has meant recognition, security and the opportunity to rise above his origins. So he says it was a special shock the day a management discussion at a previous employer grew heated and a fellow director, the same position he held at that company, screamed at him using a racial epithet.

``This episode still weighs a lot on my memory,'' he says.

The Only Blacks

Dias, who lives with his wife and two sons in a 170-square- meter (1,830-square-foot) high-rise apartment in Sao Paulo, says the four of them are the only blacks among 1,000 individuals in the condominium complex. Another resident once confronted his son at the condo's swimming pool and admonished him that the facility was for residents only, not for the children of workers, Dias says.

``How can I possibly get used to this?'' Dias asks during an interview in a third-floor conference room at HSBC's Sao Paulo headquarters.

Nelson Santos, an economics professor at Universidade Federal de Pelotas and Universidade Federal do Rio Grande do Sul, says that ``things that should be trivial become an embarrassment.'' He recalls once in his 20s being trailed by security staff at Iguatemi, a high-end mall in Sao Paulo.

Mother's Advice

``They were like my personal bodyguards,'' he says. While he laughs about the incident, others have been hard to take, he says. As a student seeking a trainee position, he was rejected by at least 150 companies, he says. At one foreign bank, a vice president who would have become his boss asked Santos how, as a black man, he expected to enter the company and move up the ranks, he says.

``My mother always told me I needed to be better in order to be equal,'' Santos, 37, says. ``That day, I realized that not even being better would make me equal.''

Expatriate executives working in Brazil are also victims of racism. Douglas Taylor, a 46-year-old black U.S. citizen, says that when he first came to Brazil in 1990 to work for Citigroup Inc. in Rio de Janeiro, he was expecting a country where people were treated the same regardless of their skin color, he says.

``If it's a racial democracy, why can't blacks feel more comfortable anywhere they go?'' asks Taylor, who is now an analyst for Daniel Advogados, a Rio de Janeiro-based intellectual property law firm. ``I don't call it a racial democracy.''

`Dollar Denominated'

During his early days in Brazil, Taylor says, he had a white colleague with blond hair and blue eyes.

``People would think that he was the executive and I was his driver,'' he says. Even today, store clerks sometimes ignore him until he starts speaking in English. ``Everything becomes different because then I'm a foreigner,'' he says. ``I become dollar denominated.''

Brazil's blacks might hold better jobs if they had better access to quality education.

``One hundred years after the abolition of slavery, the former slaves haven't yet received the appropriate attention from the central government,'' says Fernando Haddad, Lula's education minister since 2005. ``The education issue is one of the elements that explain this phenomenon,'' Haddad, 45, says. ``But I have no doubt that there is racial discrimination as well.''

`Stop This Silliness'

President Lula, 62, a founder of the Workers' Party, has expanded educational opportunities for blacks since taking office in January 2003, building on work started by his predecessor, Fernando Henrique Cardoso. Lula initiated a scholarship program to help the poor attend private universities and supported affirmative action to ensure the entry of blacks into federal universities.

``It's necessary that we stop this silliness of being scared to confront racism,'' Lula said in a speech in November 2006, a month after his re-election for a second four-year term. ``We have to confront it with claws out and teeth bared,'' he said.

Blacks repeatedly stress the importance of schooling.

``Education is the only way to exit poverty,'' Walkiria Moreira Marinho says. Marinho, 59, who retired as a general manager at Telefonica SA in Sao Paulo in 2001, says she was one of five blacks at the college she attended and one of two women among 70 students in her class. ``But the truth is that you can never get rid of racism.''

When her son was 6 years old, he was rejected by a school in one of Sao Paulo's most-exclusive neighborhoods, Marinho says. As she looked in vain for his name on a posting of those accepted, she remembers being interrupted by another mother who asked, ``Do you see any other black child here?'' Marinho says she ultimately succeeded in registering her son at another school, and today, at age 27, he is a diplomat.

`Gave My Best'

Joao Batista Ribeiro, administrative and financial director at Palo Alto, California-based Hewlett-Packard Co.'s Brazilian unit, says education has been the key for blacks such as himself.

``If I have succeeded professionally, it's been because I always was dedicated and gave my best,'' Ribeiro, 43, says.

The universities from which companies recruit trainees don't reflect the composition of the population, says Gustavo Marin, president of Banco Citibank SA, the Brazilian unit of New York- based Citigroup. At the Universidade de Sao Paulo, for example, 13.4 percent of the students registered in 2007 were black, up from 12.5 percent in 2006.

``Every company should take affirmative action, concrete action, to create room so that these black people will have the same opportunities,'' he says.

Citibank is among eight companies offering trainee programs for students at Unipalmares, which says it's the first in Latin America to dedicate at least 50 percent of its seats to blacks. Currently, 87 percent of its students are black.

No Shield

Still, education goes only so far. Luiz Claudio Polycarpo, 47, has degrees in engineering, marketing and education. He also has an important job: supervisor of customer training and electronic tools distribution at Guarulhos-based Cummins Brasil Ltda., the Brazilian subsidiary of U.S. engine maker Cummins Inc. Neither his education nor his job shield him from racist affronts.

A few years ago, when he and his white boss visited a client company, a security guard mistook Polycarpo for a chauffeur and refused to talk to him, he says. Instead, the guard went straight to Polycarpo's foreign boss, who was sitting in the passenger seat and didn't speak Portuguese. Discrimination like that isn't about education or social status, he says; it's about color.

Brazil's confusion and denial over race are manifest in the way the lines sometimes blur in defining who is black and who is white. Take the case of the Teixeira da Cunha brothers.

Black and White

Alan Teixeira da Cunha, 19, and his identical twin bother, Alex, registered last year to enter Universidade de Brasilia, the public university in the country's capital that sets aside 20 percent of its seats for blacks. Their father is black; their mother is white. The twins are what might be called light- skinned.

In selecting students who might benefit from the quota system, the university assessed applications with pictures attached. Alan was considered black; Alex, white.

``There's racism, and the quota system is also an example of racism,'' Alan says. The university has since changed its selection process, replacing the photos with face-to-face interviews, according to the university's Web site.

Legal efforts to ensure civil rights for blacks have been slow in coming.

Limited Prosecutions

While the constitution of 1988, adopted three years after the end of 21 years of military rule, made racism a crime, prosecutions have been limited, says Sinvaldo Firmo, a lawyer at the Father Batista Institute for Blacks, a nonprofit advocacy group based in Sao Paulo. When there are convictions, penalties are usually fines or orders to perform community service, he says.

``We have made great progress, but there's still a lot of resistance from the judiciary in enforcing the law and punishing the aggressors,'' Firmo, 45, says.

A so-called Racial Equality Statute, which was approved by the Senate in 2005, hasn't been voted on in the lower house. The measure would, among other things, give tax incentives to companies hiring black workers and impose a quota system in universities.

``Our priority is to have the statute approved this year,'' says Edson Santos, 51, the minister in charge of the Special Secretariat for Policies to Promote Racial Equality. The ministerial agency, known by its Brazilian acronym Seppir, was created by Lula in January 2003.

`Light Years'

Edna Roland, who coordinates policies that affect blacks and women for the city of Guarulhos, in Sao Paulo's metropolitan area, gives Lula good marks.

``We are light years from the point we should reach,'' Roland, 57, says. ``But some progress is being made.''

There's wide agreement among those who acknowledge Brazil's racism that it's the product of centuries of prejudice.

``It's almost something hereditary, from generation to generation,'' Lula said in a Feb. 20 speech. ``People still have a lot of difficulty recognizing that we are all the same.''

Overcoming the biases and ensuring civil rights for all will require more Brazilians to open their eyes to the chasm between their country's happy, multiracial image and the reality lived by many of the nation's blacks.

"Racism is clearly an issue in Brazil," Ferreira says. "As a black person, you notice it all the time."

http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=20601109&sid=aIezjRWRd5Tk&refer=news

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Zambia-Norway forge project links

NORWAY has added a new dimension to its development cooperation with Zambia by helping the southern African country in developing the potential of petroleum. Landlocked Zambia is exploring for oil and gas in Eastern, North Western and Western provinces of the country. Zambia’s minister of mines, Kalombo Mwansa, says the results of the microbial analysis of samples collected from the three provinces have been encouraging.

In view of the expected boom of the oil and gas industry, the Norwegian government is helping Zambia with preparatory work, which includes the repeal and replacement of the Petroleum (Exploration and Product) Act of 1985 to provide for two separate licences for prospecting and for production of oil and gas. Norwegian ambassador to Zambia, Tore Gjos has said the repeal and replacement of the Act would also provide for stronger legal provisions on environmental protection.

Mr. Gjos described the on-going consultancy his country is offering Zambia as “oil for development” saying it is a programme whose purpose is to make oil resources a blessing and not a curse. He berated the failure of developing countries to utilise petroleum to the maximum, citing Nigeria, one of the leading producers of oil, which has remained poor. He said preparatory work for Zambia involved strengthening the country’s institutional framework for regulating the oil and gas industry.

Under this cooperation, Norway is helping Zambia in the areas of financial management, environmental sustainability and technology and technical issues. Recently, the Norwegian and British government helped Zambia reform its mining tax to help the benefit more from its lucrative minerals. “We have been working with the government on the tax reform of the mining sector in order for Zambia to retain more of her mineral wealth for the benefit of the whole population,” Mr Gjos said.

Norway encouraged the Zambian government to engage mining companies with whom it had development agreements, as part of the process of introducing the new tax regime which came into force on April 1, this year. Norway helped Zambia with finances to get independent technical and legal advice on negotiating mining development agreements.

The new fiscal regime for the mining sector includes a 30 percent corporate tax, a new mineral royalty tax on base metals at three percent of the monthly average London Metal Exchange (LME) cash price per metric tonne multiplied by the quantity of the metal or recoverable metal sold from 0.6 per cent.

Company tax has gone up from 25 to 30 per cent while Government has also introduced a 15 per cent variable profit tax on taxable income, which is above eight per cent of the gross income and a windfall tax to be triggered at different price levels for different base metals.

For copper, the windfall tax has been pegged at 25 percent at the copper price of US$2.50 per pound but below US$3.00 per pound, 50 percent at price for the next 50 cents increase and a 75 per cent for the price above US$3.50 per pound.

Government expects to earn US$415 million additional tax revenue this year from the mining sector, which would create higher liquidity in the economy and help the local currency, the kwacha to appreciate further against major international currencies. Mr Gjos said the revenue would also provide more prospects for the development of infrastructure that would create extra opportunities for economic expansion.

Treasury data shows that Zambia in 2007 only got US$142 million from US$4.7 billion in copper and cobalt exports by foreign owners of its vast copper and cobalt mines. This is despite a 400 percent increase in global metals prices in the past seven years.

President Levy Mwanawasa announced on January 11 when he opened the second session of the 10th national assembly that government had decided to introduce windfall tax on copper and raised mineral royalty to ensure Zambia’s maximum benefit from mineral resources. The new tax regime has already started paying dividends with the Zambia Revenue Authority collecting K29.7 billion in mineral royalties following the introduction of the new fiscal regime for the mining sector this year. This is up from an average of K5.2 billion that the mining companies contributed per month in 2007.

Zambia and Norway’s development cooperation goes back more than 40 years. Zambia has been one of the largest partners of Norway for many years Norway now, however, channels most of the financial support through the Zambian budget as budget support and has selective support to democratic governance institutions covering areas like anti-corruption, the auditor-general’s and the judiciary.

Norway has supported Zambia in infrastructure development like hydropower, roads and water supply.

Norway has been a large supporter in the education, agriculture and wildlife sectors in the south Luangwa national park and the Kafue national park.

http://bistandsaktuelt.typepad.com/blade/2008/06/by-benedict-tembo----lusaka-norway-has-added-a-new-dimension-to-its-development-cooperation-with-zambia-by-helping-the-so.html

Summer sail in Norway

Once, only trawlermen went to the Lofoten Islands, but as fish stocks diminish the brightly coloured shacks are being converted into accommodation for tourists attracted by the wild northern beauty. Gavin Bell reports.

Nobody knows why Olaf Tvennumbruni, a Viking chieftain, left his home in Norway around 900 AD and sailed to Iceland. One day he was surveying his fiefdom in the Lofoten Islands, and the next he was gone with his followers in a fleet of longships, never to return.

The land he left behind has hardly changed. Where his farm lay on Vestvågøy there is a green valley dotted with lakes, and guarded by jagged mountains that are streaked with snow even in summer. Under blue skies, it has an air of peace and plenty like a high alpine pasture.

The fertility of Olaf's land is a revelation to first-time visitors. From an approaching ferry, the Lofotens rise from the sea like a row of monstrous broken teeth, a fearsome wall of glacier-carved mountains at the end of the world. Then settlements appear, clinging precariously to the shores behind a maze of islets and skerries that echo to the cries of gulls.

For generations they have sustained fishermen drawn by shoals of spawning cod migrating every winter from the Barents Sea. A reminder of the price many have paid is a statue at the entrance to the harbour of Svolvaer, the main town, of a woman staring out to sea, awaiting her husband.

I see it first from the deck of a ferry on a six-hour crossing from Bodø on the mainland. This is the way to discover the Lofotens, with the sea air and blasts from the ship's horn whetting a sense of adventure.

An old fishing hamlet near Svolvaer An old fishing hamlet near Svolvaer Svolvaer is a working town with dry docks, and an appallingly misplaced 10-storey hotel under construction on the quayside. But the backdrop of snow-capped peaks is as dramatic as they come, and there is an agreeably slow pace of life in streets of wood-clad houses and stores painted in pastel colours. Fishing is still crucial to the economy, but as cod stocks dwindle the islanders are turning their attention to another lucrative catch - tourists.

In the old days, fishermen who came for the seasonal cod-rush were packed into rorbuer, wooden cabins by the sea in which crews slept two to a bunk and en suite facilities were a hole in the floor. With men now bunking on modern fishing boats, many cabins have been refurbished (with improved facilities) as guest accommodation.

Mine is at the end of a gravel path on an islet linked to the town by a bridge, perched on rocks with the sea lapping below. The noisiest intrusion is from bickering gulls.

Breakfast and dinner are served a few steps away in the Svinøya Rorbu hotel, which used to be a general store and now has a cosy restaurant by an inlet that feels like being inside an old wooden sailing ship.

"The fishing is not the same as when I was a child," says Ola Skjeseth, the hotel manager. "We used to run home from school to the fish factories and cut out cod tongues, which were a delicacy, and sell them privately. Now hardly any children do it. We have to change, like chameleons. If one day there is no fish, we still have fantastic nature for tourists."

Experienced climbers are drawn by the islands' granite peaks, in particular a twin-pronged stack above Svolvaer more than 120ft high where daredevils jump the 5ft gap between the two. "It's more of a long step than a jump," says Anders Alsvik, a member of the local mountain rescue team. "Even so, it is not really very nice if you miss it."

Since I am disinclined to climb anything higher than myself, he suggests a walk up Tjeldbergtind, a 1,200ft saddle-shaped hill overlooking the town. It is an easy ascent up a gravel path, then a steeper section to the ridge unveils a vista of lakes in hidden valleys enclosed by towering walls of rock. In the far distance, a row of mountains seems to be floating on the sea, and to the south are faint outlines of small isles where seas froth and roar in a giant maelstrom off a place called Hell.

I give this infamous tidal race a miss, and head for a lair of trolls and sea eagles. It takes less than half an hour to skim over the sea in a high-speed inflatable rubber boat from Svolvaer to Trollfjord, the kind of place where Nordic legends are born.

This is your classic drama of nature, a sea loch more than a mile long, barely 300ft wide at the mouth, enclosed by 1,500ft cliffs and ending abruptly at a jumble of even higher mountains. Our arrival is timed to coincide with the twice-daily routine of big ferries doing their party trick of sailing to the end of the fjord and turning around in their own length, the nautical equivalent of a three-point turn.

Other sightseeing boats scatter fish bait to attract eagles, but we zoom off to the island of Skrova (population 250), where people have lived for centuries on the whaling industry. A centre for processing whale meat, it is a quiet place in the eye of the storm over whaling.

In a quayside pub I meet Geir Notnes, who spent almost 30 years cutting whale meat in his family's business. "We in Norway have a 1,000-year-old tradition to eat whale meat," he says. "It is because minke whales came into our small bays."

He insists that whaling in Norwegian waters is subject to strict quotas, monitored by foreign vets, and that none of the meat is exported. His own family eats around 15kg a year. It is highly nutritious, he says, and suggests I try some. It comes raw, dark red and wafer thin, served with an oriental sauce and I have to admit it is delicious.

You can't get away from fish in the Lofotens. They are everywhere, and not just in the sea. Mainly they are hanging in their tens of thousands on giant A-frame racks, being dried and processed by the weather, for harvesting in early summer.

There are striking visions of men who risked and often lost their lives in catching them in an art gallery in the village of Kabelvåg. The work of an artist who was almost blind, the lithographs and mixed media portray the turmoil of big seas in strong, dark images that evoke the roar of the wind and crash of waves on wooden hulls.

Happily when I emerge the sun is shining, and having rented a bicycle for the day I pootle down to the harbour and find an empty patio in the back of a pub to enjoy a beer and views over the calm waters of an inlet.

Next day Ola arranges a hire car, so I can visit a museum at the site of Olaf Tvennumbruni's farm. "It won't be a flash new car, but you can't go far

here anyway," he says. To my delight it is a comfortable old Mercedes that purrs sedately around mountains and over bridges to a reconstruction of the house Olaf left behind.

A stately 270ft long, it contains Viking artefacts, a workshop where artisans demonstrate iron age crafts, and a banqueting hall where guests can feast on mutton broth, wild boar, and dried whale meat. A group of young Norwegian men are gathered in the great hall for "Odin's victory meal". When they raise glasses of mead and launch into a rousing drinking song, they look the part of their ancestors - a few more glasses and they'll be ready to pillage Northumberland.

My trusty Merc finds its way to the hamlet of Eggum, where a coastal footpath provides a bracing walk on the wild side of valleys reminiscent of Glencoe to a sculpture of a head that turns upside down as you walk around it. Then we negotiate a spectacular roller-coaster ride between land, sea and sky to the hamlet of Henningsvaer which lays fair claim to being among the most scenic five miles of asphalt in the world.

Our last stop is a private collection of second world war memorabilia in Svolvaer, assembled with passion bordering on obsession by a retired plumbing salesman. William Hakvaag has no idea how many guns, mines, medals, badges, flags, photographs and bits of Spitfires he has accumulated, but at the last count he had 140 complete uniforms.

"My grandfather had a radio transmitter during the war," he explains. "The Germans surrounded his house, but they never found it. I grew up with these stories."

Now his exhibits tell stories of hardship and heroism, of the "Shetland bus" - fishing boats that braved storms and German warships to ferry refugees and resistance fighters - and of a Norwegian commando who parachuted into his homeland to rescue his sweetheart from an SS labour camp.

Hakvaag also tells ghost stories, of knocking and shuffling in the museum, and of the time when lights dimmed in the "Gestapo room" and a journalist's hair stood on end. This is a spooky room and I kept the door ajar, just in case.

Sailing to and from the Lofotens is easy. Every day a ferries plying the coast of Norway from Bergen to the Russian border call in on their way north and south. Tough big vessels built to sail in all weathers, they have all the comforts of cruise ships without the comedians and dancing girls.

Instead they carry people, cargo and mail between communities that are often cut off in winter, and tourists are welcome to come along for the ride. Stops tend to be brief, but there are excursions that allow passengers to leave at one port and get on again at the next.

From Svolvaer it takes three days of cruising past misty mountains, fjords and wave-lashed skerries to reach Bergen. I am longing to stretch my legs, and the old trading city by the sea provides the perfect opportunity with miles of woodland paths in the surrounding hills.

It was here that Edvard Grieg penned some of his finest works in a shed below his summer house on the outskirts of the city. The house overlooking a lake is open to the public, and a small concert hall has been built into a slope above the shed, so the stage is framed by a picture window filled with views that inspired Grieg's music.

To listen to his sublime Evening in the Mountains being played in such a setting is to understand the love Norwegians have for their country, and to wonder why Olaf Tvennumbruni ever left it.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/travel/2008/jun/28/norway.fishing?page=all

Friday, June 27, 2008

Fed aided Wall Street to avert "contagion"

The Federal Reserve was scrambling to prevent a "contagion" from infecting the nation's financial system when it took unprecedented actions to back a Bear Stearns rescue package and provide emergency loans to big Wall Street firms.

The Federal Reserve released documents Friday providing insights into its private deliberations in March that led to those controversial decisions. The Fed's actions came at a time when credit and financial problems were intensifying, threatening to paralyze the entire financial system and plunge the economy into a recession.

Given the fragile conditions of the financial markets at that time, the Fed said it felt compelled to intervene because an "immediate failure" of Bear Stearns would bring about an "expected contagion."

Fed Chairman Ben Bernanke and his colleagues initially moved on March 14 to provide temporary emergency financing to investment bank Bear Stearns Cos. through an arrangement with JP Morgan Chase & Co. Two days later as the investment bank teetered on the brink of bankruptcy, the Fed agreed to provide backing for up to $30 billion of a deal where JP Morgan would take over the troubled company.

That same day — March 16_ the Fed said it would allow big Wall Street firms to go directly to the Fed for emergency loans, a privilege only commercial banks had enjoyed. It was the broadest use of the Fed's lending powers since the 1930s.

The Fed's decision to take this action was "based on recent, rapidly changing developments," the documents said. "These developments demonstrated that there had been impairment of a broad range of financial markets" that Wall Street firms rely on for financing.

There was fear that other Wall Street firms could become in jeopardy, sending problems cascading through the financial system.

Democrats in Congress and other critics contend the Fed's actions are akin to a government bailout and are putting billions of taxpayer dollars at risk.

However, Bernanke has defended the actions and in appearances on Capitol Hill has said he doesn't believe taxpayers will suffer any losses.

The Fed's financial lifeline in JP Morgan's takeover of Bear Stearns was subsequently changed to $29 billion and — most recently — to $28.82 billion.

The documents said that the Fed, in discussions on March 16, believed that the takeover — and its involvement in helping to bring it about — was "necessary to avoid serious disruptions to financial markets." The Fed said that "many potential investors" had been invited to back Bear Stearns but the investment firm determined that JP Morgan was "the most suitable bidder."

Bear Stearns began to unravel last year when two hedge funds it managed collapsed because of heavy bets on subprime mortgage securities, which soured when the housing market fell into a deep slump. Along with other big investment banks, it was forced to take multibillion-dollar write-downs on the bad investments. Then rumors in mid-March about the company's cash position triggered a run on the investment bank that left it close to bankruptcy.

Earlier this month, JPMorgan closed its acquisition of Bear Stearns, bringing to an end an 85-year old institution.

http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5jC0Js_XMSCt-GDAijc3qIbjuVZIAD91IHF7G0

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

The Think City: In Norway, they're building your first electric car

And it's solid and safe, with charisma to boot.

OSLO, NORWAY -- Ingvil Ladehaug is battery challenged.

Her laptop is running out of juice. Her cellphone is down to its last electrons. But the director of communications for Norway's Think -- beginning production in September of perhaps the best electric car in the world -- feels good about our chances of getting home.

"We're going to make it!" she squeals as we cross back into Oslo proper. "Fantastic."

It's been a long day for our adorable yellow test car. This morning we headed for Think's factory in Aurskog, some 40 miles into the bluegrass Scandinavian countryside, with about an 85% charge in the car's advanced sodium-cell battery. But Ladehaug -- who is directionally challenged too -- got us turned around. Now, after several course corrections that added perhaps 20 miles to the trip, we're both eyeing the battery gauge, while warning lights flash ominously. Still the Think City -- a 2,449-pound runabout with plastic body panels and an official range of 112 miles on full charge -- hums along.

About the size of a Mercedes-built Smart car, the two-seat Think (backseat optional) scoots away from stop lights, thanks to its torque-rich electric motor, and doesn't feel at all strained at highway speeds of 100 kilometers per hour (62 mph). First impressions: dead solid, quiet, comfortable, fully realized. A real car. It's got a great look, with big moony eyes as headlamps that make you want to take it home. The brakes are kind of touchy, the pedals are kind of small, the steering a bit leaden. But for the most part, it feels like any other sub-compact economy car, except there's not an exhaust note. Nor exhaust pipe. When we have to make a quick change in direction -- "Here, this turn!" Ladehaug shouts -- the little car darts in the direction it's pointed.

Think's journey to the world market has been similarly full of detours. The company (previously called Pivco) began in 1991 and by 1998 had built more than 1,000 small and charismatic electric runabouts, sold mostly in Norway (where you still see a few on the road). Then, in 1999, the company was bought by the Yankee giant Ford Motor Co., which was scrambling at the time to comply with California's Zero Emission Vehicle mandate, essentially requiring automakers to build fleets of electric vehicles. Ford renamed the company Think Nordic and began a complete redesign of the car. When, in 2003, the American automakers succeeded in modifying California's mandate, Detroit's flirtation with electronic vehicles ended. General Motors Corp. famously killed the EV1 program, and Ford sold Think to a Swiss electronics firm.

"The lawyers stopped us," says Ole Fretheim, the factory's manager. Think went bankrupt in 2006.

The irony is that Ford had already poured $150 million into the Think City project, engineering among other things the car's rigid steel space frame, the crash structure. If and when it comes to the U.S. market -- the company opened an office in Menlo Park, Calif., earlier this year with plans to sell cars stateside in 2009 -- the Think City will be a rarity: A full-speed electric car meeting U.S. and European crash standards.

"The car was 95% complete when Ford stopped development in 2002," says Fretheim. In the long run, he says, the down time might have been a good thing. "When we started work again we had better options for batteries."

In 2006, a group of investors led by Jan-Olaf Willums, a Norwegian venture capitalist specializing in energy technology, purchased Think for $15 million. Now Think's chief executive, Willums has spent much of the last two years raising more money -- about $93 million, much of it from Silicon Valley -- to help get Think off the ground.

"These guys are Vikings. They're fearless," says Wilber James, a general partner of RockPort Capital Partners, which invested in Think North America along with Ray Lane of Kleiner Perkins Caufield & Byers. "And they're absolute leaders in clean technology."

At the factory, we're met by the plant director, Arne Degermosse, a 41-year car-building veteran from Saab, brought in to ramp up production. Also this year, Porsche Consulting came in to advise on plant efficiency. With just under 18,000 square feet under the roof, space is at a premium; with two shifts, says Degermosse, the facility can produce just 44 cars a day, or about 10,000 cars a year. Not a number that will have GM shaking in its boots.

And yet, because of the unique modular assembly process -- the car is put together from a mere 580 parts -- it would be possible to set up other assembly plants closer to the markets it serves, namely Southern California. "It's called distributed manufacture," says James. "If we were going to build them anywhere in the U.S., Southern California would have priority because that's where we'd sell them. It's a precursor of what the OEMs [the big automakers] should be doing."

In any electric car program, the crucial component is the battery. Think has settled on three suppliers: MES-DEA, which produces a molten sodium battery, and A123Systems and EnerDel, which produce varieties of lithium-ion batteries. The MES-DEA battery yields 28 kilowatt-hours, while the EnerDel and the A123Systems batteries produce 26 and 19 kWh, respectively. Any of the three are expensive. At current market prices, Think's City could cost up to $35,000, more than half of that tied up in the battery.

For that reason, Willums proposes to sell the cars for $20,000-$25,000 and lease the batteries to owners, for a $150 to $200 monthly "mobility fee." All battery maintenance and replacement costs would be covered, and there could be ways to compensate owners for the costs of the electricity to charge the cars.

"The real interesting part is what is going to happen next," says James. "The market has evolved faster than we ever thought."

Think currently doesn't know how it will sell the car: Will there be online showrooms or real showrooms? Or will customers go to their local Think assembly plants and watch as their cars are built? What tax breaks will be available, and from whom? Will consumers balk at a rental fee on top of a purchase price?

All these questions remain unanswered. But as for the question so often asked: Is a safe, practical electric car possible? The answer seems to be yes.

http://www.latimes.com/features/la-hy-neil25-2008jun25,0,4298752.story

Monday, June 23, 2008

Sports bra saves US hiker in German Alps

An American hiker stranded in the Bavarian Alps for nearly three days was rescued after using her sports bra as a signal, police in southern Germany said Monday.

Berchtesgaden police officer Lorenz Rasp said that he helped lift 24-year-old Jessica Bruinsma of Colorado state to safety by helicopter on Thursday after she attracted the attention of lumberjacks by attaching her sports bra to a cable used to move timber down the mountain.

"She's a very smart girl, and she acted very resourcefully," said Rasp. "She kept her shirt and jacket for warmth, but thought the sports bra could work as a signal."

An Alpine rescue team, including five helicopters and 80 emergency workers, had been searching for Bruinsma since she went missing June 16 after losing her way in bad weather while hiking with a friend near the Austrian border.

She fell 16.4 feet (five meters) to a rocky overhang, where she spent the next 70 hours on the narrow ledge, sustained by water that she found by breaking into a supply box on the ledge.

She badly bruised a leg and dislocated a shoulder in the fall, and the cliff was too isolated for her to climb free, Rasp said.

Rasp said the cable was only within reach because the timber transport system was out of service. When a repairman restored the line on Thursday, the cable car started moving up the mountain and Bruinsma's bra reached the worker at the base. He knew of the missing hiker and immediately called police.

Rasp said his team followed the cable line up the cliffside in a helicopter and found Bruinsma standing on the ledge, waving with her good arm. After circling once, they lowered a winch to Bruinsma and lifted her aboard.

"She did so well because she is in very good shape," Rasp said. "She has been training for a marathon — her goal is to finish in 3 hours and 10 minutes."

Bruinsma told Rasp that she has scrapped plans to stay in Berchtesgaden to learn German and plans to return home to Colorado Springs with her parents. He said she still plans to run the marathon, if she recovers in time to keep training.

http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5iSIFCCBZD9zZJaX_STwz-XaDAOZgD91FVRT00

Dody Goodman, stage and TV comedian, dies at 93

Dody Goodman, the delightfully daffy comedian known for her television appearances on Jack Paar's late-night talk show and as the mother on the soap-opera parody "Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman," has died at 93.

Goodman died Sunday at Englewood (N.J.) Hospital and Medical Center, said Joan Adams, a close family friend. The actress had been ill for some time and had lived in the Actors Fund Home in Englewood since October, Adams said.

Goodman, with her pixyish appearance and Southern-tinged, quavery voice, had an eclectic show-business career. She moved easily from stage to television to movies, where she appeared in such popular films as "Grease" and "Grease 2," playing Blanche, the principal's assistant, and in "Splash."

It was on "The Tonight Show" when Paar was the late night TV program's second host in the late 1950s that Goodman first received national attention. Her quirky, off-kilter remarks inevitably got laughs and endeared audiences.

"I was just thrown into the talking," Goodman said in a 1994 interview with The Associated Press. "I had no idea how to do that. In fact, they just called me up and asked me if I wanted to be on 'The Jack Paar Show.' I didn't know who Jack Paar was. They said, 'We just want you to sit and talk."'

After a falling out with Paar, other chat shows took up the slack, including "The Merv Griffin Show" and "Girl Talk." And there were roles on TV series, too, most notably her appearances as Martha Shumway (Louise Lasser's mother) on "Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman," starting in 1976, and guest shots on such shows as "Diff'rent Strokes," "St. Elsewhere" and "Murder, She Wrote."

In later years, Goodman was a regular in "Nunsense" and its various sequels, appearing off-Broadway and on tour in Dan Goggin's comic musical celebration of the Little Sisters of Hoboken. She started out playing Sister Mary Amnesia, later graduating to the role of Mother Superior.

"Dody had the most impeccable comic timing," Goggin said. "When we had her in the show, she was the only person on Earth who could walk on stage, say, 'Are you ready to start?' and bring the house down. Within seconds, the audience was eating out of her hand."

The actress was born Dolores Goodman on Oct. 28, 1914, in Columbus, Ohio, where her father ran a small cigar factory. She arrived in New York in the late 1930s to study dance at the School of American Ballet and the Metropolitan Opera Ballet School, and later graduated to Broadway musicals.

The actress performed regularly on stage in the 1940s and early '50s as a chorus member in such musicals as "Something for the Boys," "One Touch of Venus," "Laffing Room Only," "Miss Liberty," "Call Me Madam," "My Darlin' Aida" and "Wonderful Town," in which she originated the role of Violet, the streetwalker.

"I had to make so many transitions into other things," Goodman said in the AP interview. "When I first came out of dancing, I did revues."

It was the early to mid-'50s, when small, topical nightclub revues flourished. Goodman, a natural comedian, thrived in them. She performed in shows by Ben Bagley and Julius Monk, and in Jerry Herman's first effort, a revue called "Parade."

In more recent times, she appeared on David Letterman's late-night talk show.

"He understands my sense of humor. I will do a dumb thing for fun. That's how I got the reputation for being dopey and dumb. I don't like dumb jokes but I will do dumb things for a laugh," she said in the AP interview.

Goodman, who never married, is survived by seven nieces and nephews, 11 great nieces and nephews and 15 great-great nieces and nephews, Adams said.

A memorial service is planned.

http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5hBGyQSleVmEd38jYVkff64uR82IwD91FU6680