Et là tu deviens actif...


Wednesday, March 26, 2008

California, Nevada & Arizona continued

Voilà quelques paysages bucoliques...Grand Canyon!
On the road again...cette fois c'est un vrai coucher de soleil dans la Death Valley....
Comme promis..."The Bank" @ Bellagio!
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Sur la route, quelques arrêts dans des gingeottes pitoresques...
Pub de l'année pour la Hyundai
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ps Bonus: le Camel Trophy en photo!!

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Monday, March 24, 2008

1,200 miles through Nevada, Arizona & California

Voilà on rentre de notre road trip, quelques chiffres...:
- 3 hôtels: un Motel à Baker (lire les commentaires), Flamingo à Las Vegas & Furnace Creek Inn au milieu de la Death Valley
- 3 pleins, environs 60 gallons d'essence, 1,200 miles
- 1 papillon tué dans la calandre, un gros lièvre presque écrasé, un gros lézard dans la chambre du Motel
- 1 club: "The Bank" at Bellagio, quelques mafiosos à la Casino style
- 1 lunch qui m'a filé le mal de bide de 2008, thanks Paris
- environs 5l de diet coke, 5l d eau, deux hot dogs...
- $xxx perdu au casino du Bellagio
- 3 US states: Nevada (Las Vegas), Arizona (Grand Canyon) & Californie (Death Valley)
- 2 lacs asseché
- 1 baignade a 7am au milieu du desert
- 24 heures sans réseau natel dans la Death Valley
- 0 serpent (ouf)

A+ amigo

V

Friday, March 21, 2008

Go Tiger

Voilà nos 18 trous de dimanche en compagnie de vrais locaux...
Over drive mais approches de m.....Je dérange peut-être....

Off pour le weekend....road trip en perspective....

Thursday, March 20, 2008

The new one....

The Lancia Aurelia is considered by many to be the first true Gran Turismo. cf Wikipedia

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

California II

Je ne sais pas si BHL décalque même je deviens philosophe (ou presque) en regardant des nuages..donc là on doit survoler un des nombreux "fly over" states des Etats-Unis Nebraska ou Wisconsin avec un peu de chance...

Duel de Cumulus a 30'000 ft....9ème vol du mois de Mars...L'espace d'une escale nous sommes à Las Vegas (non je n ai jamais regardé C.S.I), oui les machines à sous dans le terminal c est véridique....bref nous attendons la déja fameuse connection pour Visalia...Et voilà la fine équipe qui a pris place dans le Beechcraft pour Visalia (avec un arrêt à Merced pour sortir un jeune garçon deja installé au moment de la photo)...quelques détails intéressants: une bouteille de diet coke, un militaire ivre qui nous faisait mourire de rire dans l'avion (Forrest Gump ressemblance un peu trop poussée), mon boarding pass à la main (je l ai tous gardé depuis deux ans), il fait assez froid à Las Vegas ce soir là,...by the way c'est le pilote (serbe ancien de l armée de l'air serbe, pas mal le recruiting chez US Airways) qui prends la photo..

Voilà la nouvelle mégapole dans laquelle nous allons passer trois semaines....

Encore quelques Sequoias...je ne sais pas si je renforce la grandeure de la chose mais j'ai vraiment l'air minable...
La Californie s'annonce remplie de road trips en vue...
Notre bollide lors de l'ascension du "Sequoia National Park"....

A bientôt les amis comme dirait Mathurin...

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Just because it worths it


California

Vendredi: 4pm, Atlanta / Géorgie
On fait nos aurevoirs émouvants à l'équipe, voiture airport, premier vol de 5h pour Las Vegas...les machines à sous partout dans le terminal..un régal...nous nous délectons d un repas rapide car nous devons prendre notre connection pour Visalia, Californie (avec un stop à Merced)
et là au moment de rentrer dans l avion...

Un Beechcraft..souvenirs souvenirs...on est 5 dans l avion, nous trois plus un militaire et un enfant seul....le pilote nous fait les infos, ferme la porte et départ...vol superbe sur Las Vegas...arrivée tard à Visalia...(10x plus petit que la Blécherette)..on prends nos valises nous meme en route pour l'hôtel...
Le lendemain je recois un sms a 8am de mon manager en Suisse "I need quick feedback, storm in Atlanta" ok :-) bref bon petit déjeuner avec l'équipe..
On m'avait parlé de Sequoia et quand j ai vu que nous n'étions pas loin du plus grand parc US de Sequoia...on a pas hésité tel le James Dean on a pris la route..
Arrivée dans le parc....
Autant il devait faire 20° en sortant de l'hôtel, plus on avance / monte dans le parc plus il fait froid...finalement a 2000m d altitude c est la tempete de neige et les rangers nous bloquent car pas de chaine dans notre voiture de locations..heureusement nous trouvons le réconfort chez des californiens qui nous prennent dans leur jeep....et là arrivée dans la forêt...je passe les arbres coupés où on passent dessous / les voitures à travers pour vous racontez seulement notre rencontre avec "General Sherman"..le plus grand arbre du monde (véridique, 11m de diametres..) bref LA photo souvenir...
Encore quelques km dans le parc...des paysages de fous....

Un samedi sympathique là il est 6pm...dîner ce soir et demaine golf :-)

A+

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Hier soir....

Pour une fois on est en avance...donc veille de closing meeting out at 7.00pm pour aller se faire un cinéma...
Parking du cinéma plein heureusement celui de l'églide à côté, 4x plus grand, nous accueillait gentiment & librement..
On prends nos billets, je prends un "small diet coke" et m'installe sur mon siège avec mon bidon de diet coke de 3l...
Le file commence.."no country for old man"...deux morts en 3 min puis..la bobine s'emballe puis se déchire..film interrompu....
J'adore quand je sais que je me souviendrai longtemps d un film que je n'ai pas vu...
Finalement on a été dans notre bar à sushis preferés ou le proprio nous laisse la télécommande de la télévision gouvernor de NY vs American Idol vs cagefighting...God Bless America..
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Even if it is old...still true...

Tribal workersToday's generation of high-earning professionals maintain that theirpersonal fulfillment comes from their jobs and the hours they work. Theyshould grow up, says Thomas Barlow.
A friend of mine recently met a young American woman who was studying on aRhodes Scholarship at Oxford. She already had two degrees from top USuniversities, had worked as a lawyer and as a social worker in the US, andsomewhere along the way had acquired a black belt in kung fu.

Now, however, her course at Oxford was coming to an end and she wasthoroughly angst-ridden about what to do next.

Her problem was no ordinary one. She couldn't decide whether she shouldmake a lot of money as a corporate lawyer/management consultant, devoteherself to charity work helping battered wives in disadvantagedcommunities, or go to Hollywood to work as a stunt double in kung fu films.

What most struck my friend was not the disparity of this woman's choices,but the earnestness and bad grace with which she ruminated on them. It wasalmost as though she begrudged her own talents, opportunities and freedom -as though the world had treated her unkindly by forcing her to make such ahard choice.

Her case is symptomatic of our times. In recent years, there has grown up aculture of discontent among the highly educated young, something that seemsto flare up, especially, when people reach their late 20s and early 30s. Itarises not from frustration caused by lack of opportunity, as may have beentrue in the past, but from an excess of possibilities.

Most theories of adult developmental psychology have a special category forthose in their late 20s and early 30s. Whereas the early to mid-20s areseen as a time to establish one's mode of living, the late 20s to early 30sare often considered a period of reappraisal.

In a society where people marry and have children young, where financialburdens accumulate early, and where job markets are inflexible, suchreappraisals may not last long.
But when people manage to remain free offinancial or family burdens, and where the perceived opportunities foralternative careers are many, the reappraisal is likely to be angst-riddenand long lasting.

Among no social group is this more true than the modern, international,professional elite: that tribe of young bankers, lawyers, consultants andmanagers for whom financial, familial, personal, corporate and(increasingly) national ties have become irrelevant.

Often they grew up in one country, were educated in another, and are nowworking in a third. They are independent, well paid, and enriched by experiences that many of their parents could only dream of. Yet, by theirlate 20s, many carry a sense of disappointment: that for all theiropportunities, freedoms and achievements, life has not delivered quite whatthey had hoped.

At the heart of this disillusionment lies a new attitude towards work. Theidea has grown up, in recent years, that work should not be just a means toan end a way to make money, support a family, or gain social prestige - butshould provide a rich and fulfilling experience in and of itself.

Jobs are no longer just jobs; they are lifestyle options.

Recruiters at financial companies, consultancies and law firms havepromoted this conception of work. Job advertisements promise challenge,wide experiences, opportunities for travel and relentless personal development.

Michael is a 33-year-old management consultant who has bought into thisvision of late-20th century work. Intelligent and well-educated - withthree degrees, including a doctorate - he works in Munich, and has a"stable, long-distance relationship" with a woman living in California. Hetakes 140 flights a year and works an average of 80 hours a week. Someweeks he works more than 100 hours.

When asked if he likes his job, he will say: "I enjoy what I'm doing interms of the intellectual challenges."

Although he earns a lot, he doesn't spend much. He rents a small apartment,though he is rarely there, and has accumulated very few possessions. Hejustifies the long hours not in terms of wealth-acquisition, but solely aspart of a "learning experience".

This attitude to work has several interesting implications, mostly to dowith the shifting balance between work and non-work, employment and leisure.

Because fulfilling and engrossing work - the sort that is thought toprovide the most intense learning experience - often requires long hours orcaptivates the imagination for long periods of time, it is easy to slipinto the idea that the converse is also true: that just by working longhours, one is also engaging in fulfilling and engrossing work.

This leads to the popular fallacy that you can measure the value of yourjob and, therefore, the amount you are learning from it) by the amount oftime you spend on it. And, incidentally, when a premium is placed onlearning rather than earning, people are particularly susceptible to thisform of self-deceit.

Thus, whereas in the past, when people in their 20s or 30s spokedisparagingly about nine-to-five jobs it was invariably because they wereseen as too routine, too unimaginative, or too bourgeois. Now, it is simplybecause they don't contain enough hours.

Young professionals have not suddenly developed a distaste for leisure, butthey have solidly bought into the belief that a 45-hour week necessarilysignifies an unfulfilling job.

Jane, a 29-year-old corporate lawyer who works in the City of London, tellsa story about working on a deal with another lawyer, a young man in hisearly 30s. At about 3am, he leant over the boardroom desk and said: Isn'tthis great? This is when I really love my job."

What most struck her about the remark was that the work was irrelevant (shesays it was actually rather boring); her colleague simply liked the idea ofworking late. "It's as though he was validated, or making his lifeimportant by this," she says.

Unfortunately, when people can convince themselves that all they need do inorder to lead fulfilled and happy lives is to work long hours, they canquickly start to lose reasons for their existence.

As they start to think of their employment as a lifestyle, fulfilling andrewarding of itself - and in which the reward is proportional to hoursworked - people rapidly begin to substitute work for other aspects of their lives.

Michael, the management consultant, is a good example of this phenomenon.He is prepared to trade (his word) not just goods and time for theexperience afforded by his work, but also a substantial measure ofcommitment in his personal relationships. In a few months, he is beingtransferred to San Francisco, where he will move in with his girlfriend.But he's not sure that living in the same house is actually going to changethe amount of time he spends on his relationship. "Once I move over, mytime involvement on my relationship will not change significantly. My job takes up most of my time and pretty much dominates what I do, when, whereand how I do it," he says.

Moreover, the reluctance to commit time to a relationship because they arelearning so much, and having such an intense and fulfilling time at work iscompounded, for some young professionals, by a reluctance to have along-term relationship at all. Today, by the time someone reaches 30, theycould easily have had three or four jobs in as many different cities -which is not, as it is often portrayed, a function of an insecure globaljob-market, but of choice.

Robert is 30 years old. He has three degrees and has worked on threecontinents. He is currently working for the United Nations in Geneva. Forhim, the most significant deterrent when deciding whether to enter into a relationship is the likely transient nature of the rest of his life."

What is the point in investing all this emotional energy and exposingmyself in a relationship, if I am leaving in two months, or if I do notknow what I am doing next year?" he says.

Such is the character of the modern, international professional, at leastthroughout his or her 20s. Spare time, goods and relationships, these areall willingly traded for the exigencies of work. Nothing is valued sohighly as accumulated experience. Nothing is neglected so much as commitment.

With this work ethic - or perhaps one should call it a professionaldevelopment ethic" - becoming so powerful, the globally mobile generationnow in its late 20s and early 30s has garnered considerable professional success.

At what point, though, does the experience-seeking end? Kathryn is asuccessful American academic, 29, who bucked the trend of her generation:she recently turned her life round for someone else. She moved to the UK,specifically, to be with a man, a decision that she says few of her contemporaries understood.

"We're not meant to say: 'I made this decision for this person. Today,you're meant to do things for yourself. If you're willing to makesacrifices for others - especially if you're a woman - that's seen as akind of weakness. I wonder, though, is doing things for yourself really empowerment, or is liberty a kind of trap?" she says.

For many, it is a trap that is difficult to break out of, not least becausethey are so caught up in a culture of professional development. And spoiltfor choice, some like the American Rhodes Scholar no doubt become paralysedby their opportunities, unable to do much else in their lives, because they are so determined not to let a single one of their chances slip.

If that means minimal personal commitments well into their 30s, so be it."Loneliness is better than boredom" is Jane's philosophy. And, although sheknows "a lot of professional single women who would give it all up if theymet a "rich man to marry", she remains far more concerned herself about finding fulfilment at work.

"I am constantly questioning whether I am doing the right thing here," shesays. "There's an eternal search for a more challenging and satisfyingoption, a better lifestyle. You always feel you're not doing the rightthing, always feel as if you should be striving for another goal," she says.

Jane, Michael, Robert and Kathryn grew up as part of a generation withfewer social constraints determining their futures than has been true forprobably any other generation in history. They were taught at school thatwhen they grew up they could "do anything", "be anything". It was an ideathat was reinforced by popular culture, in films, books and television.

The notion that one can do anything is clearly liberating. But life withoutconstraints has also proved a recipe for endless searching, endlessquestioning of aspirations. It has made this generation obsessed withself-development and determined, for as long as possible, to minimise personal commitments in order to maximise the options open to them.

One might see this as a sign of extended adolescence. Eventually, they willbe forced to realise that living is as much about closing possibilities asit is about creating them.

Bahamas again

Un samedi matin en arrivant sur l'île de Providence Island dans l'archipel des Bahamas...encore un endroit que je ne pensais pas visiter...bref en voyant cette île.... Sunset le même samedi depuis notre chambre d'hôtel....lumière fantastique
On s est fait le tour de lîle ..on a réussi a tomber sur un petit coin de paradis oublié...envie de s'installer? l'idée m'a traversé l'esprit...
Dimanche le temps n'était pas top...ca nous a permis de continuer notre tour et se poser sur une plage deserte...


Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Bahamas

Regarder au loin, voir où on va?

Friday, March 7, 2008

Remark

Dialogue:
F: V, j ai trouvé un truc de fou pour les Bahamas ce weekend, nager avec des requins
V: F, tu sais qu un mec est mort en faisant ca exactement sur cette île il y a 10 jours...
F: justement la probabilité est quasi nulle, j ai vu qu il y a 5 morts par an à cause de requins...
V: ca mets combien de temps à diggérer un humain un requin?
F: i book it...

Unnecessary news du jour..

A croire que les Américains ne lavent pas si souvent que ca leur t-shirt de football américain préfèré..mais pas de laundry service dans notre si bel hôtel...

Bref on amène au pressing voisin et là...le mec se plaint de mes chemises....trop petites il ne peut les mettre sur le mannequin qu une machine repasse automatiquement...funny....

Sinon la vie est belle on bosse, mange des sushis et je viens de faire pour la 19ème fois en 5 semaines ma valise....demain Bahamas....comme quoi toute peine a un réconfort

VpM

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

48 hours in New York

Voilà un aller retour dans la big pomme....cette ville c'est plus que de l'amour c'est de la rage...
Bref un vendredi presque comme les autres Atlanta aéroport-Newark aéroport
Dans l'avion un diet coke et Marie-Antoinette sur mon itouch
Ce sera un taxi pour le W hotel de Lexington puis un dîner suédois suivi du Goldbar avec pas mal de monde....la rentrée ne sera pas si tardive...
Le samedi c est grasse mat puis une bonne ballade dans East Village avec un petit détour chez Marc Jacobs avec ma guide Carrie...
I wanna wake up there
Samedi soir sushis avec Flo puis Ganswort hotel puis direct retour le dimanche matin pour cause de carte de crédit oubliée...
Il est l'heure de rentrer Cendrillon
Dimanche reballade dans Soho and east village...
Finalement New York c'est comme Atlanta sauf:
-que l'atmosphère est palpitante, prenante, ennivrante...
-que tu tombes par hasard sur des gens que tu connais
-que les gens ne me prenent pas pour un gay car je ne suis pas en chemise de bûcheron (là y a un trick)
-que les sushis sont mieux representés que les fat burgers
-que finalement on se réjouit toujours de quitter Atlanta et d'arriver à New York
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