The newspaper is at least a couple of weeks old. I only buy the paper to put on the floor of the bird cages so our budgerigars will rightly and justifiably be pooping on a headline that reads “More than 1,500 mayors will meet in Lima during 4 days”. If you care to read the blurb below the headline, it was essentially a meeting for the incoming politicos elected in last fall’s local elections on how to be a good mayor, hosted by the powers that be in Lima.
Now you could argue that only Lima has the facilities to host such an event and that most of the incoming politicos are badly lacking in qualifications for the job they are about to take on but I would counter that sometimes setting the tone is more important than the details and in this case, the message should be loud and clear that the powers that be in Lima need to get out and work for all of Peru, not the other way around.
If I was walking in the shoes of the honorable Martín Alberto Vizcarra Cornejo, the first President of Peru in quite a long time who made his career outside of Lima, I would let it clear to my team that you work for all of Peru, and not just for 4 days every 5 years but all day every day.
A guy I know writes software for energy rebates and building codes. It’s great world-saving type stuff, at one point there was even a feature that showed you how many trees you had to plant to offset the carbon footprint of your new AC unit. The more high-end your new machine, the lower your carbon footprint. He makes an awful lot of money to write this software for big companies and works long hours. From time to time he sits down with a couple of gin and tonics at night to work on his software and doesn’t have time to read his kids a story. “Tomorrow” he’ll tell them.
His wife likes to watch the morning news on the TV. She talks to the TV and has answers for all the problems in the world. Alan Garcia, Keiko Fujimori, Maduro, Trump, no problem in the world goes unsolved except breakfast for her kids, usually she leaves that to the maid.
When I recently shared some thoughts on the current situation at GE with a few of my former co-workers there, here’s what one of them responded:
I don’t blame Jack Welch for ruining the company, that’s not giving Immelt the credit that he deserves for what he steadily did for 16 years. Sure, the accounting was flawed back but at least Neutron Jack held people to some level of accountability. People got fired when they messed up. Immelt, and for that matter the whole corporate gang, was more concerned about looking good in the press; making sure we are known for our “diversity”, “equal opportunity”, LGBTA and how GE single handedly saves the world….bla, bla. He made very bad business predictions and based his spending and acquisitions on those. He gambled with $30 bil of the pension fund and lost. He should have been locked up, but instead he got a fat $211 mil retirement check.
People will debate Welch and Immelt and write books about GE. I suppose only the “corporate gang” as my friend describes them truly knows their motives. Were they liberal progressives at heart, did they enjoy the media attention, was it easier to talk about LGTBA rights than the corporate balance sheet, or did they think pushing a liberal agenda was good for sales of windmills, ECM motors and expensive light bulbs? Whatever the motive, they sure didn’t take care of their own house while they were busy saving the world.
One thing is for sure: be leery of any large organization – for profit or not – that peddles their “saving the world” ideologies while moving millions of dollars.
Every year a few old friends from my previous job at GE are so kind as to check in around the holidays, exchange best wishes and such. Naturally there’s always some catching up on the latest happenings at what was once one of the most respected companies in the world. One of my friends wrote “I’m sure you’ve heard about the General in the news. Nothing good coming from there for over a year now”.
Here’s what I responded:
… I actually quit reading any and all news some time ago because I just got tired of reading how the world is coming to an end and everything is the fault of middle-age white men. Having said that I did know that GE is in bad shape. They’ve actually been in bad shape for a long time, were it not for the government bailout GE would have been bankrupt in 2008. I felt bad at the time I was there (believe it or not) for being so critical of the company and some of its management but I always felt that GE’s corporate culture was horrible. At least in the aviation business you guys are doing well because you’re building good products that the market needs but the people most responsible for its success (ie. the technical people) were always the ones with the least career opportunities whereas the ones that just look and sound good but couldn’t tell which pointy end of the airplane goes down the runway first were the ones with better career opportunities. Long story short it’s not beyond the realm of possibilities that GE files Chapter 11 at some point (most likely a controlled type bankruptcy a la GM) which would wipe out the retail shareholders and significantly hit the “fixed” pensions of (ex-)employees like us. Jack Welch was really the bad guy here, with all his “financial engineering” he destroyed GE. Immelt was just to dumb or too timid to do anything about it, he only kicked the can further down the road and then made it significantly worse with some of his decisions. I mean, if you’re not fluent in French, you don’t launch head-first into the French corporate world. Here’s a guy flying around the world on a fleet of corporate jets, pulling in 8 (or 9?) figure paychecks, being a “jobs” advisor to the US Prez but he doesn’t know what anybody in a French cafe could tell you over 3 beers?! You could probably argue some of it was criminal, GE’s “financial engineering” clearly pushing the limits of acceptable accounting practices. Now you guys in aviation are like the spouse working a 9-5 job who just found out their ex ran up a $2M bill at a Vegas casino (in your name, while legally married, etc etc). I’m not saying they’re definitely going into Chapter 11 but you can’t rule it out either. Job-wise you guys should be safe but it does piss me off to think I might lose part of my pension while the schmucks responsible for the disaster got away with a fortune.
Anyway, don’t let it get to you. Here’s some pictures of the kids, would have you thinking that I lead a stress-free life with 3 well behaved kids. Entirely misleading to be sure.
Happy New Year! Same resolutions as always: fuss less and move to Canada or Australia. How’s that going you ask? Let’s just say I was doing good until I took my kids to the park yesterday morning.
You see, I shouldn’t fuss. I do realize how very blessed and privileged I am to have 3 healthy and happy kids, a wonderful wife and a job that allows me to live a very comfortable life. Only, I’m not the easiest person to get along with and every day I get up with the intent to fuss less than the day before. Fuss less is my go-to New Years resolution.
Then I went to our local park on Jan 2. It’s a piece of junk by any standard, worn out, dirty, typical Peruvian implements made out of heavy steel, dangerous for kids to play without supervision, etc etc. But it’s the best we have so I try not to fuss. Until the park attendant came out of her “office” like she does 4 times a day to yell at the kids because the 5 year olds are playing on the swings that are only up to 3 year old. I told her something about bird poop on the swings and paying taxes and what not.
Oh well, I still have 362 days to move to Canada or Australia.
And I hope to retire in Italy some day.
Good time to watch clouds and eat ice cream.
Today is day of the Pachamama, the Mother Earth goddess in native Andes cultures. There are many rituals to pay Pachamama but the most common one is to spill a sip of adult beverage. Salud!
Did you know only sexy people read this blog? Sure you did! Other than that we get a pretty good mix but for all you sexy people who aren’t 3×7 anymore I’ve got some bad news:
I just heard Avril Lavigne on the radio. On the classic rock station.
If you’re like me, you’re older than you feel 😖
We’re having friends over tonight so you know what that means: papi gets to cook his super world famous Kiwicha chicken strips. Seriously, kids come from far and away to eat my Kiwicha chicken strips. For full disclosure, they also come over because I serve Mamacita Linda and all the other mamacitas fernet con coca.
Kiwicha, Amaranthus caudatus or Love-lies-bleeding if you prefer is a staple here in the Andes. You people in the industrialized world – at least most of the readers of this fine blog hail from those parts – now call Kiwicha a “super food” but that’s only because you’re so used to eating processed, industrialized food-like substances that anything natural like or milk or honey is now considered a super food up there.
The recipe for my world famous Kiwicha chicken strips? There isn’t a recipe per se because in my kitchen everything is al gusto but the secret is you need 2 bowls: flour in one bowl, with condiments of your choice, and not-too-liquidy liquid in a second bowl. The key to beautiful golden crisp chicken is this: first you roll the chicken in the flour, then dip in the liquid and then back again in the flour. When all the chicken strips are ready, fry 8 or 9 minutes (at 3,400 meters elevation, may be a few minutes less at lower altitudes) and eat!
It works with any kind of flour but I use about 50% Kiwicha and 50% white flour. Sometimes I’ll use 50% Quinoa which works just as well as the Kiwicha. When you use more than half Kiwicha (or any other darker color flour) it’s a bit trickier to obtain the nice golden crisp color. The liquid where the pollitos go “swimming” consists of 50% milk, 50% cerveza, some eggs and a dab of flour. Both bowls get salt, pepper, whatever condiments spin your propeller on any given day.
Fair warning: when you have 2 or 3 kids that “help” you cook, it sometimes gets a wee bit messy. If you do the liquid just right, have a fire hose ready to wash their little hands afterwards.
OK you got me, it’s not actually a selfie but I did just get my first ever smartphone thingy. Cute, no?