Wednesday, March 31, 2010

The Lost City of Z

Before I picked up this book by David Grann I had never heard of Colonel Percival Harrison Fawcett, who according to Grann was not really a full colonel but rather a lieutenant colonel who used the colonel title because he believed it helped his fund-raising efforts. This detail notwithstanding, Fawcett was an incredibly colorful character who vanished during an expedition into the Amazon in search of a magical city he simply dubbed Z.

An indomitable explorer and surveyor, Fawcett made numerous trips into the Amazon at the behest of Britain's Royal Geographical Society, always returning in record time and with unsurpassed results. He was an intrepid man with a strong constitution (a requisite trait for explorers at the time who were constantly exposed to infection and illness) and resolute conviction in what he was doing. He served with distinction during World War I, sired three children and was friends with Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

Over 100 people are estimated to have died trying to find out what happened to Fawcett on his last, ill-fated expedition. Grann, a writer for The New Yorker, decided to give it a go as well. The result is this book, based on extensive research and a trip into the Amazon. With his writing Grann puts you right in the middle of all of Fawcett's expeditions and the privations he and his parties routinely suffered. After reading this book I kept asking myself one question, "Why would anyone undertake such arduous agony?" The answer is complex and lies in Fawcett's driven nature and Grann gives very good glimpses into this larger than life man and his reasons for doing what he did.

On his last expedition Fawcett set out with only two other companions, one of his sons and his son's best friend. They subsequently disappeared, never to be heard from again. I can only imagine what Fawcett must have felt when the party's demise ultimately came and he knew he was responsible for the death of his son. Wikipedia notes that only recently in the uncharted jungles of Brazil such a city as the one that became Fawcett's obsessive quest has recently been found at the latitude, longitude coordinates (-8.843889°,-67.253056°).

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Morgan Stanley to be Citi stake underwriter

Morgan Stanley has won the business to be the underwriter and advisor on the sale of the U.S. government’s stake in Citigroup. This will be one of the biggest stock sales in history and could take the rest of 2010. There is no word on whether Morgan Stanley will be the sole underwriter.

Who's checking the script supervisor?

Script supervisors are the people who are supposed to ensure continuity in movies to cut down on the mistakes we see in them from time to time. For instance, a blatant example might be an actor who has long sleeves in a shot and in the very next one which is the continuation of the scene he now has short sleeves. When the script supervisor is good the mistakes are minimal, but movies have mistakes, so who checks the the script supervisors? The nitpickers, that's who.

Monday, March 29, 2010

It's Monday

And we all know what that means. Time for another MOTW, Manager of the Week. Working for this next manager will typically take you far, but the question is at what cost?

MOTW: Power Hungry Manager

Power-Hungry Manager has Promethean delusions, power being an aphrodisiac which spurs him/her on in an unending quest for even more power. Adopting regal posture and an imperious tone, Power-Hungry Manager has forged uneasy alliances with Political Manager, Friendship/Nepotism Manager, Evil Manager and even Terrorist Manager to name a few. Power-Hungry Manager’s maneuverings only cease when he/she reaches that pinnacle of existence whereby others refer to his/her span of control as Power-Hungry Manager’s “world”, a term denoting a position of much sway and importance within the corporation.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Sunday morning in the kitchen

A little Sunday morning humor for you. Enjoy.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Weekend Haiku

The crow
walks along there
as if it were tilling the field.

Issa (1763-1827)