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 too 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?
Playa Platanales near Ilo, Peru
Yes I know it’s 2018 and it’s a terrible thing that I would put a picture of a girl on the blog just because she’s cute. Spare me your righteous lecture and hear me out:
- My second cousin Jeroen is an only child. He’s a military man who hasn’t started a family yet.
- Jeroen’s mother is an only child.
- Jeroen’s 95 year old grandmother is the only living family member of her generation (ie. my grandparent’s generation)
So you might imagine if there was ever a guy who’s under some external pressure, my poor cousin Jeroen is that guy. Jeroen needs to fly out to Peru and find out who’s in that picture.