YES, DR. THOMPSON, IT HAS INDEED COME TO THIS.

14 JUNE 02: YES, DR.
THOMPSON, IT HAS INDEED COME TO THIS.

From June
13 NEW YORK TIMES
:

Rolling Stone, Struggling
for Readers, Names Briton as Editor


By DAVID CARR

Rolling Stone, a magazine
that all but defined the American countercultural


epoch, yesterday named a
British managing editor schooled in the racy ways of


contemporary English men’s
magazines. The appointment signals the end of Rolling


Stone’s history as a publisher
of epic narratives and literary journalism, in


part because the owner,
Jann Wenner, believes that today’s young reader has


little patience for long
articles.


    The new
editor, Ed Needham, comes from the English-owned FHM (For Him Magazine),

whose two-year-old American
version is the nation’s fastest-growing magazine.


Its circulation is now more
than a million, bigger than that of Esquire or GQ.


    Rolling
Stone, meanwhile, has struggled to keep its readers and advertisers. in


the face of competition
from magazines like Entertainment Weekly and the music


magazine Blender. Mr. Wenner
has decided on a gamble that his storied magazine ˜


which has published Tom
Wolfe and Hunter S. Thompson among others ˜ can be


reconfigured for a new kind
of reader. The current audience for Rolling Stone


has grown up on “Fear Factor,”
not “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.”

    And in
a world saturated with media choices, many editors have concluded that


the words in magazines are
often beside the point, as some of the more


successful publications
like Maxim communicate visually with funny charts,


outrageous photos and articles
that are increasingly little more than captions


on pictures. Mr. Wenner
seems to agree.


    “There
is so much media around,” said Mr. Wenner, who retains the title of


editor.
“Back when Rolling Stone was publishing these 7,000 word stories, there

was
no CNN, no Internet. And now you can travel instantaneously around the


globe,
and you don’t need these long stories to get up to speed.”


    “We cover
change, and we have to change in response to the times,” Mr. Wenner


added, saying that the fundamental
mission of the twice-a-month magazine would


not be altered, but the
execution would.


    While
he said he would not turn Rolling Stone into a a so-called laddie


magazine, Mr. Needham promised
that he would reintroduce the element of surprise


to the 35-year-old publication.
Mr. Needham emphasized that there would still be

feature articles, just that
they would be shorter and better illustrated.


    “All
the great media adventures of the 20th century have been visual,” said
Mr.


Needham, 37, who grew up
in Cambridge, England. “Television, movies, the


Internet, they’re all visual
mediums, and I don’t think people have time to
sit


down
and read.
The gaps in people’s time keep getting smaller and
smaller, and


the competition is getting
more intense. It’s one of the facts of media life.”

    Another
editor recently hired by Mr. Wenner, Bonnie Fuller, is applying those


lessons to US Weekly. Ms.
Fuller’s celebrity magazine has become a circus of


photos, gossip and fashion
faux pas, and is finding early success on the


newsstand, according to
officials of Wenner Media.


    In April,
when Mr. Wenner dismissed Robert Love, who had been at the magazine


for 20 years and managing
editor for four and a half years, he made it clear


that he was looking for
a less wordy approach to help stem Rolling Stone’s


slide.

    Its ad
pages fell more than 25 percent from 1999 to 2001, hit hard by the


continuing flight of tobacco
ads from youth-oriented magazines. (Through the


first five months of this
year, however, it has rebounded slightly, by 2.4


percent.) Its circulation
has remained flat at about 1.25 million, but its


newsstand sales ˜ a barometer
of a magazine’s vitality with readers ˜ fell


nearly 10 percent in the
last half of 2002 compared with the period in 2001,


according to the Audit Bureau
of Circulations.


    Some
of those readers and advertisers have moved to magazines like Blender,

which has used short pieces,
provocative writing and humorous headlines and


captions to stand out in
a crowded marketplace with music magazines like Vibe


and Spin. The magazine,
which is owned by Dennis Publishing, which also produces


Maxim, promises advertisers
that it reaches 350,000 paying readers with each


issue. Beginning with its
August issue, Blender’s issues will increase from


every other month to 10
times a year.


    Rolling
Stone is also facing stepped-up competition from Time Inc.’s


Entertainment Weekly, which
recently initiated a monthly music supplement called

Listen2This.

    The issue
of reviving Rolling Stone is a critical one for the privately held


Wenner Media, which publishes
Men’s Journal in addition to Rolling Stone and Us


Weekly. The music magazine
has historically served as a cash machine to finance


Mr. Wenner’s other endeavors.
To fight a growing perception that Rolling Stone


could be the next Playboy
˜ a hugely successful magazine that has lost its


salience in a new cultural
context ˜ Mr. Wenner has decided to embrace changing


readership habits rather
than to outrun or ignore them.

    The magazine
has been graphically updated by its new art director, Andy Cowles,


who previously worked at
Q, a British music magazine. But it still has a


tendency to lavish attention
on aging rockers like Mick Jagger.


    Mr. Wenner
remains unapologetically involved in the editorial affairs of Rolling


Stone, although company
executives and editorial staffers say he has given wide


latitude to Ms. Fuller at
Us Weekly as she remakes the magazine into a


star-driven weekly for women.
Mr. Wenner said that Mr. Needham would be given


similar permissions to remake
the magazine he founded.

    “He has
great qualities. He has a demonstrated track record as a modern magazine


packager and those trumped
everything else,” Mr. Wenner said.


   
Reached in Colorado, Mr. Thompson, whose articles defined the early version
on


the
magazine, was among those surprised by Mr. Wenner’s hiring of Mr. Needham.


“It
seems as if he’s in dire straits. Has it really come to that?” he said.


    Others
think the choice of Mr. Needham makes sense.


    “It seems
when people are trying to develop media vehicles for young people,

they are going for the shorter
attention span,” said Lawrence Teherani-ami a


media director at Wieden
& Kennedy, an advertising agency that represents


companies like Nike. “I
don’t think there is anything inherently wrong with


that. I just hope that Rolling
Stone keeps its heritage of being the source of


great reporting on youth
culture.”


    Mr. Needham
studied American literature at Sussex University but came of age


professionally and personally
in the laddie magazine world of England. After

working as a freelancer,
he became deputy editor of the British FHM in 1996 and


editor in chief in 1997.
The owner of FHM, the British publisher EMAP, then


selected him to edit a new
American version of the magazine.


    Despite
Dennis Publishing’s having a three-year head start with Maxim, FHM has


rapidly found reader and
advertiser acceptance with the classic laddie


fundamentals of pictorials
of relatively obscure celebrities, jokes and


tutorials on how to be a
modern man.


    “The
overlap between FHM is pretty slender ˜ Britney Spears and Jennifer Lopez
˜

but I respect the magazine
enormously,” Mr. Needham said of Rolling Stone. “It’s


a magazine that is very
faithful to its traditions, perhaps to a fault, and


there has to be a bit more
crafting of the magazine to make it a success on a


very brutal newsstand.”

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13 JUNE 02: SIMPLY TSFAT!

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CORRUPTION, 2002 CORPORATE STYLE

12 JUNE 02: CORRUPTION,
2002 CORPORATE STYLE

From the 9 June 02 New
York Times
:

Heads I Win, Tails I Win

By ROGER LOWENSTEIN

Every year, in an annual
rite of spring, SBC Communications discloses the


principles that it follows
in setting pay for its top executives.


    As with
all companies, this information is contained in the annual proxy


statement, and as is also
common, SBC purports to follow some basic credos of

American business.

    
A sprawling Baby Bell with headquarters in San Antonio, SBC says its aim
is to


attract and retain high-quality
executives, those who will ”enhance the


profitability” of SBC.
And its foremost principle in achieving this goal is to


”align the financial interests
of SBC’s executives with those of SBC and its


shareholders.”

    This
is an all-American notion, just as SBC is an all-American company. Though


not as well known as AT&T
and MCI, SBC provides the dial tone in the Southwest,

California, the Midwest
and Connecticut — that is, to one in three Americans.


SBC is typically American
in one other respect: somewhere along the way, its


stated compensation principles
became little more than platitudes.


    For the
purpose of examining a single C.E.O.’s compensation, I picked SBC for


its unspectacular qualities.
It is profitable and professionally managed, and


its C.E.O. is well regarded
in his industry. Like many C.E.O.’s, he pursued a


bold growth strategy for
much of the 90’s, had some good early years and more


recently gave back much
of his gains. In the last three years, his stock has

fallen 27 percent — more
than either the Standard & Poor’s 500 or the stocks of


his Baby Bell peers. But
the rate at which the boss was compensated kept


growing.

    SBC’s
chief executive is Edward E. Whitacre Jr. A 60-year-old, 6-foot-4 lifer
in


the Bell system, he was
hired by the old Southwestern Bell back in 1963 for a


job that included hammering
fences. He has been the boss since 1990 and now


rakes in an annual sum that
salaried executives a generation ago could scarcely

dream of. Last year, the
third year in a row in which SBC’s share price


declined, Whitacre received
the largest pay package of his career — one with a


present value of $82 million.

    SBC is
not, by present standards, a compensation horror story. Ed Whitacre’s


record bears little resemblance
to the catastrophes overseen by others in his


industry, like the lavishly
paid C.E.O.’s employed by Lucent, AT&T and WorldCom.


Nor did Whitacre preside
over an Enron-style scandal or pocket tens of millions


before taking his company
into bankruptcy, as Linda Wachner did at Warnaco.

    Whitacre
exemplifies how the system itself is shot through with hypocrisy. And


because his tenure is long,
his collected proxies offer a view of the system’s


gradual corruption. Over
his 12 years as C.E.O., while Whitacre reaped a


fortune, his stockholders
have done precisely average. Their return from


appreciation and dividends
is 11.5 percent a year — a notch below the S&P 500,


at 12.8 percent, and a sliver
higher than its peer companies.


    Executive
pay has been soaring for two decades, but over the last couple of

years, as many big companies
have seen their stock pummeled, the


pay-for-performance rationale
that was supposedly driving these packages has


been exposed as a fraud.
Moreover, as executive pay has grown ever more


dependent on share prices,
the incentive to manipulate earning reports and


thereby boost shares has
also increased.


    The superinflation
of executive wages began in the 1980’s. Following a dismal


decade for stocks, corporate
boards began focusing more on their share prices.


This was largely defensive:
low stock prices spawned a takeover wave. The best

defense against a T. Boone
Pickens or a Carl Icahn was to get your stock out of


their reach.

    ”Promoting
shareholder value” became watchwords of corporate America, as if


that hadn’t been the duty
of management all along. Boards wanted to make


executives think like entrepreneurs.
The model became Silicon Valley, where


companies motivated the
troops by liberally dispensing options (and where many


entrepreneurs became fabulously
wealthy). The beauty of options, to corporate


boards, is that they don’t
count against the income statement. They are like

Monopoly money. Of course,
the more you issue options, the more you dilute the


value of existing shares,
but in the bull market of the 1990s, this was neatly


obscured.

    Ed Whitacre’s
cash take, at first, was relatively stable — in 1992, he got $3.1


million; two years later,
$4.4 million. But as SBC grew, Whitacre was rewarded


with options that gave him
the chance to earn a small fortune over many years.


For instance, in 1994 Whitacre
received options entitling him to buy 161,739


shares, at the price prevailing
in 1994, over the next decade. So if, for

instance, the stock doubled,
Whitacre stood to make $6.6 million; if it tripled,


he would make $13 million.

    That
didn’t completely align his interests with those of cash-paying


shareholders, because Whitacre
had nothing to lose if the stock went down. Also,


a 10-year fixed-priced option
— the standard variety in corporate suites —


entails something of a freebie,
because even if Whitacre did only a mediocre


job, the stock was likely
to rise somewhat. (Even a portfolio of Treasury bonds,


vintage ’94, would have
nearly doubled.)

    So Whitacre’s
options would reward him not just for the part of the stock’s rise


that reflected superior
performance, but also for the part that reflected what


might be termed normal business
progress, or progress at the rate of risk-free


Treasury bonds.

    Meanwhile,
in industry circles, Whitacre was winning a name as a tough and


effective leader with an
L.B.J.-like aptitude for cajoling regulators. He was


especially renowned for
his skill at lobbying to keep long-distance companies


out of local services, a
monopoly. He also pushed SBC into sexy new terrain,

like wireless, long distance
and the Internet.


    Profiles
described Whitacre as hard-working, not given to publicity and


uninterested in corporate
frills. While he maintained a ranch near Marble Falls,


Whitacre wore business pinstripes
to work, not cowboy boots.


    He also
developed a strong interest in stock options. In 1994, SBC’s stock price


was virtually flat. But
the following year, Whitacre got a fresh — and


substantially larger —
batch of options. Though the shareholders received a


poor return, Whitacre was
granted a fresh start.

   
Now that he was getting huge annual grants, the arithmetic subtly changed.
To


become
rich, Whitacre merely had to raise the stock above its level of any


particular
year. Since stocks fluctuate, some of his grants would tend to be at


depressed
prices, meaning that his ”option” to get wealthy became a virtual


certainty.
The frequency of the awards thus undermined the principle of pay for


sustained
long-term performance. By turns, a system designed to motivate became


one
to simply enrich.


    In 1995,
SBC shares rose sharply; in 1996, they fell. And in the following year,

Whitacre got what was then
his biggest option grant ever, 345,000 shares. Those


1997 options didn’t merely
give Whitacre a fresh start; they handed him a golden


carrot for getting the stock
back to where it had been. They were paying him for


treading water.

    The other
way his pay changed was that his board began to grant significant


compensation aside from
options. In 1995, Whitacre got $4.9 million. In 1996, an


off year for SBC, he got
$6.6 million. In 1997, the total rocketed to $15.7


million. Including options,
the total for that year was $21 million. These sums

were distributed over seven
different categories: salary, bonus, ”other,”


restricted stock, options,
long-term incentive plan and ”all other.” This


seven-pocket approach served
two purposes. First, the dollars that Whitacre


received in any one category
were only a fraction of the total, minimizing the


appearance. Secondly, the
board determined the total for each category by


different yardsticks, as
if each were independent of the other. He would get


millions out of one pocket
for overall leadership, millions out of another for


directing some special event
like a merger and still more to ”retain” his


future services.

    In 1997,
for instance, Whitacre got $8.7 million as a ”special retention


grant.” The most curious
aspect of that award was that in 1998 Whitacre


received another retention
grant, this time of $12.5 million. He has received


comparable awards in every
year since, as if he were somehow both an


indispensable captain and
a notorious flight risk.


    Whitacre
also benefited from a permissive redundancy. Every year, he got a


”long-term incentive”
— in 1997 it was $2.2 million — rewarding him for the


rise in the stock over a
three-year stretch. This just duplicated the effect of

his options.

    In 1997
as well, the board awarded Whitacre a $3.3 million ”bonus,” largely


for his ”excellent leadership”
in fashioning a merger with Pacific Telesis


Group. This mimicked a national
trend of awarding bonus pay for work once


considered to be part of
the job. After all, if the Telesis merger turned out to


be a success, Whitacre would
presumably benefit via his stock options. And if


the merger was too new to
bear fruit for stockholders, why was the board


rewarding Whitacre ahead
of the people whose returns his were supposed to

reflect?

    His total
package, including the present value of options, soared to $29 million


in 1998 and $25 million
the following year. But in 2000, the board was forced to


admit that various officers,
including Whitacre, had failed to meet their yearly


targets. Accordingly, his
bonus was cut by 25 percent to a mere $4.5 million.


    Nonetheless,
Whitacre got a 32 percent hike in salary. The multipocket approach,


a staple of the consultants
who design packages for SBC and most other big


corporations, thus put the
lie to the appearance of risk; if Whitacre was

punished from one pocket,
he was promptly redeemed from another. Indeed, the


board doubled his options
award, raising the total compensation for 2000 to a


present value of $29 million.
The total kept on rising.


    Increasingly,
the board’s human resources committee, which deals with


compensation, cited metrics
related to SBC’s size or general reputation but not


necessarily to its profitability
or long-term stockholder returns. Though SBC’s


returns had outpaced those
of other Baby Bells in Whitacre’s early years, in the


last five years they were
20 percentage points lower. And that is the period

when Whitacre has gotten
the bulk of his pay. Boards typically take longevity


into account, and SBC is
no exception-almost as if the board felt it had to make


up for some suddenly felt
neglect when Whitacre was just cutting his teeth.


    In any
case, the proxy has found plenty on which to commend the C.E.O. — for


”transforming SBC from
a regional carrier to a national and global


competitor,” for meeting
”extraordinary challenges,” for becoming ”one of


the leading chief executive
officers in the United States.”


    The directors,
who earn $60,000 a year, no doubt believe this; they have been

close to Whitacre and have
been endorsing his pay for a long time. He has also


been endorsing theirs. Two
of SBC’s nominally independent directors — August A.


Busch III, chairman of Anheuser-Busch,
and Charles Knight of Emerson Electric —


run companies for which
Whitacre is a director. Most of the other 18 directors


have either served with
Whitacre for at least 10 years or were directors of


companies that Whitacre
acquired.


    Certainly
there was much to admire in Whitacre’s bold management. With the world


of telecommunications rocked
by technological change and regulatory upheaval,

Whitacre reckoned that to
sit still was to invite slow decimation. He followed


the Telesis merger by acquiring
Southern New England Telecommunications


Corporation in 1998 and
Ameritech, a giant rival, in 1999 — a blockbuster $62


billion combination.

    It is
not clear that the merger strategy was wrong or that a better strategy
was


at hand. But the telecom
industry was increasingly unattractive. Technology was


reducing the cost of service,
and rivals were snapping up slices of SBC’s former


monopoly. While SBC’s revenues
grew to $40 billion, the empire ranging from

Capetown to Hartford with
nearly 200,000 employees, most of its cash flow was


being consumed by reinvestment,
and its growth was starting to sputter.


    For the
last four years, SBC’s net income growth has been anemic. On closer


examination, the picture
was worse. Corporations with overfunded pension plans


are allowed to book some
of the excess as profit, even though the money never


reaches the shareholders.
In the late 1990’s, as the stock market boomed, SBC’s


plan, like many, became
overfunded, allowing SBC to pad its net income. In 2000,


this contributed $1.1 billion,
14 percent of its total. Then, in 2001, SBC’s

green eyeshades raised the
rate at which they assumed that the pension plan


would appreciate in the
future — by a full percentage point. Since the market


was then in meltdown, this
was a curious decision. In fact, according to a study


of 50 big pension plans
by Milliman USA, SBC raised its rate by more than any


other company (most didn’t
raise it at all). In real dollars, SBC’s plan lost


money last year. But since
its assumed rate of appreciation was higher, so was


the contribution to income.
Last year it equaled $1.45 billion — 20 percent of


SBC’s so-called bottom line.
In setting pay levels, SBC says the board


distinguished between telephone
revenue and pension plans. The stock market

presumably did not.

    SBC’s
proxies have repeatedly cited 1996, the year of the Telecommunications


Act, as the start of Whitacre’s
transformation. In 1996, SBC earned $1.73 a


share (split-adjusted).
Even if you accept SBC’s reported profit for 2001 at


face value, its per-share
earnings, adjusting for a stock split, have grown by


only 4 percent per annum
over that entire span.


    So how
did SBC’s board justify an $82 million package for 2001? The proxy cited


Whitacre’s ”solid financial
results,” as well as SBC’s strong balance sheet,

the ”extraordinarily challenging”
market conditions and Whitacre’s status as a


”leading” C.E.O., deserving
of a salary and bonus in the 75th percentile of


his peers.

    There
is nothing unusual in this. Most companies justify their pay levels


according to peer groups;
all believe their own C.E.O. deserves to be in the


upper echelon; and each
thus helps to ratchet up the scale for all. Until


recently, Verizon, a rival
Baby Bell, had two C.E.O.’s, each of whom received


$14 million last year in
addition to at least $14 million apiece in options

value. Whether SBC or Verizon
got more for the C.E.O. buck becomes a senseless


debate; indeed, at such
levels, all attempts to rationalize pay become


meaningless.

    After
reporting this article from public filings, I called SBC for comment. Jim


Ellis, the general counsel,
took strong exception to the idea that his boss is


overpaid. ”If he’s a poster
boy, it isn’t for abusing the system or being off


the reservation,” Ellis
maintained. SBC’s performance, he said, ranked in the


top third of a group of
20 companies examined by the board, yet his pay was less

than the median of that
group. Ellis added that Whitacre ”has done exceedingly


well in positioning the
company not just for growth periods but for down


periods.”

    The C.E.O.’s
most recent package included a Bunyan-size options grant of 3.6


million shares. That was
partly ”to assure his continued presence,” Ellis


said. The present value
of these options, according to the compensation


consultant Pearl Meyer &
Partners, is $61 million. In effect, the board turned

the stock’s decline to Whitacre’s
advantage,
since it chose a time when the


stock was down (and options
were cheap) to give him four times as many shares as


when the stock was at its
peak. Of course, Whitacre will have to turn the stock


around to cash in on the
award. But if he does, he will reap an immense fortune


— tens of millions of dollars
— merely for recapturing the ground that his


shareholders had already
lost.


 

Roger Lowenstein, the
author of ”When Genius Failed,” writes frequently for


the magazine and is working
on a book about the dot-com bubble.

DON'T PIE FOR ME, ARGENTINA!

11 JUNE 02: DON’T PIE
FOR ME, ARGENTINA!

Who sold all the pies?  Not Germany
or Argentina that’s for sure.

The Pie World Cup is hotting
up with most of the first round games now


finished and its good news
for the English (Steak & Kidney), Irish (Irish


Stew)and French (Beef bourguignon)
but sadly not such good news for the

Germans (Sour Kraut)and
Argentineans (Corned Beef Hash) who are both


definitely out.

The classic French Beef Bourguignon
side has proved itself the classiest act


so far, thrashing the Uruaguan
rabbit pie & the disappointing Danish bacon


tart and has even overcome
a very strong Senegalese Chicken Yasser which


qualifies in 2nd place from
group A.

England have started strongly
with Steak & Kidney beating both an

experimental Argentinean
Corn Beef line up and an over fancy Swedish Salmon


and Dill combo.  They
play the Nigerian Spinach & Peanut stew tomorrow to


decide who goes through
in first position. England are hot favourites but


the Nigerian is proving
itself one of the tournament surprises, performing


well particularly in front
of the vegetarians who are showing the increased


power in this pie world
cup.

The tournament has been organised
by the Spitalfields based Square Pie

Company who are making special
pies for each of the teams in the world cup.


The national pies are on
sale on the day the teams play in the first round


in the football world cup
with each pie sale counting as goal and the best


two pies from each group
going through to the next round and so on until the


World Pie Final on 30th
June. The company normally offers a range of 12


types of hand made freshly
baked quality pies served with mash and gravy.

The German Sour Kraut &
pickle is booking its flight back to Berlin despite


today’s great victory over
the critics favourite the Cameroon’s Lamb &

quince tart which beats
it into the 2nd round with a better pie difference,


just avoiding the need to
draw shallots to decide who goes through.

Don’t pie for me Argentina.
The gamble on playing a solid but old school


corned beef hash has backfired
on the Argentineans with thrashings by both


England and Nigeria meaning
their competition is over and its just a wooden


spoon playoff with the Swedish
salmon and dill tomorrow.

The experimental Hot Dog
pie from host nation Korea hasn’t really cut the


mustard with only one point
so far and lost surprisingly yesterday to the


USA’s New England Clam Chowder.

The Spanish Chorizo Sausage
is performing well and looks sure to make mince


meat from the expensive
yet under performing South African Wild Boer.

Group H – the so called group
of death – has been the closest fought of the


lot with the unfancied Tunisian
Chicken and Olive Emshel coming from behind


to lead the group with narrow
victories over both the fancied Belgium Moules


& Hoergarden and Russias
Pork Stroganoff. Fridays game against Japan’s Beef


Terryaki wil decide who
goes through .

Full results and qualifying
pies can be seen at www.squarepiecompany.com

which has pie results updated
daily.

“The pie enjoys a long and
illustrious heritage with football and we want to


strengthen that relationship”,
say co-founders Martin Dewey & Sean Hegarty,


“From now it’s not about
‘Who ate Them’ – but more about ‘What’s in Them’


as we only use the best
ingredients in our pies’.

The world cup pies, as well
as the company’s traditional range, are on sale


from the Square Pie Shop,
South East Corner Spitalfields Market, off


Bishopsgate 5 mins from
Liverpool St Tube and are served with quality mash,

peas and gravy if you want. 
The shop open between 11.00 and 3.00pm weekdays


and all day Sunday as well
as early opening for breakfast pies when England


are playing.

The market has put up an
enormous 6 metre screen right next to the shop and


is showing all the games
live.

For more info please email
info@squarepiecompany.com or call Martin Dewey on


0208 980 2051.

Full World Cup Line Up

Argentina              
Corn Beef Hash


Belgium                
Moules in hoergarden


Brazil                 
Fejuda – pork and bean cassoulet


Cameroon       
Lamb & quince tart

China               
Filou parcel of crispy duck


Costa Rica             
Chicken & yellow squash with apricots


Croatia             
Shopski – lamb shank in red wine with sweet peppers


Denmark                
Bacon Tart

Ecuador                
Trout tart


England                
Steak and kidney


France              
Beef bourguignon


Germany                
Bratwurst & Sour kraut

Italy                  
Tricolore tart with avocado, mozarella and tomato


Japan               
Chicken terryaki


Korea                  
Hot Dog Pie


Mexico             
Chilli beef and cheese with guacamole and nachos


Nigeria              

Spinach & Peanut Casserole

Paraguay          
Cruzado – beef and chicken in a piri piri sauce


Poland                  
Ham and cabbage borscht with vodka


Portugal            
Fish & white port pie

Ireland                
Irish stew


Russia               
Pork stroganoff


Saudi Arabia     
Spinach fatayer


Senegal             
Senegalese chicken yasser


Slovenia            

Pork casserole in a dumpling pie

South Africa           
Wild boer


Spain                  
Chrorizo sausage & patatas bravas


Sweden            
Salmon and dill


Tunisia             

Chicken and olive emshel

Turkey              
Iskender – lamb in tomato sauce with garlic & yoghurt


Uruguay            
Grilled rabbit pie


USA                  
New England clam chowder

The Square Pie Company

27 Parmiter Industrial Centre

Parmiter St

London

E2 9HZ

Tel:   020 8980
2051


Mob: 07785 535607

Fax:  0709 200 6145

HATS OFF TO R. TURNER!

"If we get a draw against Spain I'll do my Jomo Dance, lots of them."

10 JUNE 02: “If
we get a draw against Spain I’ll do my Jomo Dance, lots of them.”


‘Black Prince’ dances into history

Saturday June 08, 2002 10:48
p.m. ET

DAEGU, South Korea (AP) —
His girth has thickened and his step has slowed. But the Black Prince is
dancing his way into sporting legend like no other South African before
him.


    South
African coach Jomo Sono performed the self-described
Jomo Dance — a unique combination of shuddering flesh, thrusting hips,
air punches and flexed muscles
— when his squad clinched its
first ever World Cup victory against Slovenia on Saturday.


    Sono
longs to perform his Jomo Dance again if South Africa secures a draw against
Spain on Wednesday and defies the odds as Group B outsider to clinch a
berth in the competition’s second round.


    “If we
get a draw against Spain I’ll do my Jomo Dance, lots of them,” he guffawed
after South Africa’s 1-0 victory over Slovenia.

    Whatever
the result — and whatever the dance — Sono’s place in the South African
history books is assured.


    He took
over as coach from Portugal’s Carlos Quieroz in March when the squad was
divided, demoralized and defeated by lowly Mali in the quarterfinals of
the African Cup of Nations.


    Through
a combination of coaxing, cajoling and sheer commanding, Sono licked Bafana
Bafana – The Boys — back into shape.


    He brought
in talent from South Africa’s domestic league, including his own team Jomo
Cosmos, to water down the domination of European-based players. At the
same time he instilled new confidence in talent like Quinton Fortune, who
spent much of his time with Manchester United on the bench but who scored
a last minute penalty in South Africa’s 2-2 draw against Paraguay and set
up the winning goal against Slovenia.


    “The
team was down in Mali, down, down, down,” said Sono after Saturday’s victory.
“I’ve done a pretty good job lifting up the spirit of the players,” he
said.


    “The
team was divided into groups and I tried to make them believe in themselves
that we are all South Africans, no matter what our color, we are all South
Africans.”

    “And
they are starting to believe.”


    In a
country still scarred by apartheid, Sono is insistent that black, mixed
race and white players should blend and mix both on and off the field.
He doesn’t want to interfere in personal friendships and antagonisms, but
at least they shouldn’t be dictated by color, he maintains.


    His multiracial
mix of assistants and advisers echoes that philosophy.


    Above
all, he insists, players must feel free and enjoy their game. When they
“dance” they score goals, he says.


    “Jomo
brings what the players need,” said captain Lucas Radebe after Saturday’s
win. “There’s nothing complicated about him. You just go there and enjoy
the game and play normal football,” said Radebe, who has been capped 69
times and witnessed a long procession of coaches since South Africa rejoined
world sport 10 years ago after ending its policy of racial discrimination.


    During
the apartheid era, Sono was South Africa’s outstanding top player. He started
with the Soweto club Orlando Pirates and went on to play for New York Cosmos,
Atlanta Chiefs, Colorado Caribous and Toronto Blizzard in the now-defunct
North American soccer league.

    His father,
Eric, played with the Pirates, and his son — also Eric — is a South African
under-20 international.


    He set
up his own team Jomo Cosmos 20 years ago — although he has yet to win
any major distinctions with it – and was caretaker coach of the national
squad for a brief period in 1998.


    He invented
the Jomo Dance for the occasions when his club won.


    To this
day, Sono is described as one of South Africa’s best ever players and still
retains his title as the Black Prince for his majestic qualities on pitch.


    Now 46
years old and weighing in at around 130 kilograms (estimates vary), he
prefers to stand on the touchlines rather than race around with his team
on the field – although he did a brief victory run after Saturday’s victory.


    But his
self-deprecating humor, one-line jokes and booming laugh is as lightning
as ever.

    Asked
at a press conference about the problems of the heat in Daegu, he quipped
that South Africa had applied to the sports governing body FIFA to use
caps and umbrellas against the sun.


    And what
would happen if there was a plague of locusts, came the query.


    “We duck.
They fly,” came the reply.


    And what
about the South African player’s speed. Why do they sprint so fast?


    “That’s
what we do back home, we run in the jungle.”

COTA COCA –THE LOST (AND NOW FOUND) INCAN CITY WITH ITS OWN CLIMATE

Explorers find lost Inca town in Peru

June 6, 2002 Posted: 1:08 PM EDT (1708 GMT)

LONDON (Reuters) — British and American explorers have found a large Inca town that was lost for more than 400 years after hacking their way through the dense jungles of Peru.

“This is the biggest thing I have come across in 20 years working in the area,” said the team’s co-leader Hugh Thomson, a fellow of Britain’s renowned Royal Geographical Society.

“It felt like a once in a lifetime experience when we found it,” he told Reuters by telephone from Bristol in southwest England.

Working on a tip from a local mule driver and their own knowledge of the area, the four-man team spent three weeks hacking through forests of the Peruvian interior with machetes.

There, completely overgrown and at the bottom of a valley carved by the Rio Yanama river 1,850 metres (6,069 ft) above sea level, they found the ancient city at a site called Cota Coca.

“It was a very privileged moment. This is a very substantial settlement, but you can pass within 10 feet (3 meters) of a ruin in the jungle and not know it is there,” said Thomson who led the expedition with Gary Ziegler.

“Getting there through the jungle is very hard work. The steep valleys combined with the Amazon cloud forest
vegetation are a pretty impenetrable mixture.”


The Cota Coca valley is about 100 km (60 miles) west of the ancient Inca capital Cusco.

Stone structures

But Thomson said he and his co-leader calculated they had probably scaled more than the height of Mount Everest during the mountainous trek because of the undulating terrain.

The team’s report said a preliminary survey showed that Cota Coca contained at least 30 stone-built structures,
including a 75 ft long meeting hall, grouped
around a great central plaza.

The Incas once ruled a vast swathe of South America stretching from Colombia to Chile.

The team said the town was probably built during the Inca’s retreat from treasure-hunting Spanish invaders and abandoned after the Conquistadors captured and executed the last Inca leader Tupac Amaru in 1572.

The town lay undiscovered for centuries because of the rapid growth of the jungle.

Thomson said Cota Coca — probably named after the Inca habit of growing large numbers of coca plants in the area — had developed its own semi-tropical climate because of the high wall of the river valley.

He said there was no indication why the town had been abandoned and forgotten.

There was no evidence of battle or looting and the Incas appeared to have simply withdrawn from the area
after the death of Tupac Amaru.


“After finding Cota Coca we will be going back to the area to search for more ruins,” Thomson said. “If this settlement is there, there could well be others.”

A LITTLE POTASSIUM IODIDE FOR YOUR TROUBLES…

08 JUNE 02: A LITTLE
POTASSIUM IODIDE FOR YOUR TROUBLES…

from cnn.com:

County issues thousands
of anti-radiation pills


June 8, 2002 Posted: 10:03
PM EDT (0203 GMT)

YORKTOWN HEIGHTS, New York
(CNN) — A suburban New York county Saturday handed out thousands of pills
meant to give residents limited protection from radiation in case of disaster
at a nearby nuclear power plant.


    Westchester
County officials are giving out free potassium iodine tablets, known as
“KI,” to anyone who lives within 10 miles of the Indian Point nuclear power
plant, about 35 miles north of New York City. About 140,000 people live
in that 10-mile radius.

    People
lined up outside a Yorktown Heights school to pick up the pills, which
can prevent thyroid cancer, if taken within 24-hours of a nuclear exposure.
The pill works by preventing the thyroid gland from absorbing radiation.


    Officials
said the pills would protect people long enough for them to be evacuated
from the area, but they warn that it is not a panacea. Westchester County
spokeswoman Victoria Hochman told The Associated Press that 2,617 people
had picked up 10,533 KI pills by the end of the day Saturday.


    “These
are not protecting against everything in a nuclear accident. I think that
is really important to emphasize,” said Dr. Loren Wissner Greene, a thyroid
specialist at New York University Medical Center. “What it does do is decrease
the ability of the thyroid gland to pick up this radioactive iodine, which
can cause a high instance of thyroid cancer, especially in young children.”


    Indian
Point’s owner, the New Orleans-based Entergy Corp., says that its plant
is designed with multiple safety systems, and the prospect of an accident
that would threaten the public is “unlikely.”


   
Joseph Ruffino, who brought his two young daughters to pick up the pills,
said the whole thing was kind of surreal.


   
“It’s hard to believe this is your daily reality these days, but it is,”
he said.

   
The pill giveaway also attracted anti-nuclear activists who said the only
way to protect the community is to close the plant.


   
Ruffino said he had much more respect for the protesters now than he did
in the past.


   
“I looked at them very differently, no doubt about it,” he said.


    New York
State received 1.2 million pills to give to people who live near the plant.
Twelve other states that have nuclear reactors have also requested the
pills from the Nuclear Regulatory Commission. Maryland and Vermont were
the first states to give them out, The Associated Press reported.


    Dozens
of pharmacies in the county are selling the pills to people who live more
than 10 miles from the plant, according to the county’s Web site.

"The music industry is becoming the book business (minus the literacy)."



06 JUNE 02: “The music
industry is becoming the book business (minus the literacy).”

From the June
10, 2002 issue of New York Magazine
.


 

Facing the Music

Rock stars and music-industry
execs once ruled the earth, but now — in terms of size and profit margins
— the music industry is becoming the book business (minus the literacy).

BY MICHAEL WOLFF

Hemingway had rock-star status
(and even impersonators). Steinbeck was Springsteen. Salinger was Kurt
Cobain. Dorothy Parker was Courtney Love. James Jones was David Crosby.
Mailer was Eminem. This is to say — and I understand how hard this is
to appreciate — that novelists were iconic for much of the first half
of the last century. They set the cultural agenda. They made lots of money.
They lived large (and self-medicated). They were the generational voice.
For a long time, anybody with any creative ambition wanted to write the
Great American Novel.


    But starting
in the fifties, and then gaining incredible force in the sixties, rock-and-roll
performers eclipsed authors as cultural stars. Rock and roll took over
fiction’s job as the chronicler and romanticizer of American life (that
rock and roll became much bigger than fiction relates, I’d argue, more
to scalability and distribution than to relative influence), and the music
business replaced the book business as the engine of popular culture.


    Now,
though, another reversal, of similar commercial and metaphysical magnitude,
is taking place. Not, of course, that the book business is becoming rock
and roll, but that the music industry is becoming, in size and profit margins
and stature, the book business.


    n other
words, there’ll still be big hits (Celine Dion is Stephen King), but even
if you’re fairly high up on the music-business ladder, most of your time,
which you’d previously spent with megastars, will be spent with mid-list
stuff. Where before you’d be happy only at gold and platinum levels, soon
you’ll be grateful if you have a release that sells 30,000 or 40,000 units
— that will be your bread and butter. You’ll sweat every sale and dollar.
Other aspects of the business will also contract — most of the perks and
largesse and extravagance will dry up completely. The glamour, the influence,
the youth, the hipness, the hookers, the drugs — gone. Instead, it will
be a low-margin, consolidated, quaintly anachronistic business, catering
to an aging clientele, without much impact on an otherwise thriving culture
awash in music that only incidentally will come from the music industry.

    This
glum (if also quite funny) fate is surely the result of compounded management
errors — the know-nothingness and foolishness and acting-out that, for
instance, just recently resulted in what seems to be the final death of
Napster.


    But it’s
way larger, too. Management solutions in the music business have, rightly,
given way to a pure, no-exit kind of fatalism.


    It’s
all pain. It’s all breakdown. Music-business people, heretofore among the
most self-satisfied and self-absorbed people of the age, are suddenly interesting,
informed, even ennobled, as they become fully engaged in the subject of
their own demise. Producers, musicians, marketing people, agents . . .
they’ll talk you through what’s happened to their business — it’s part
B-school case study and part Pilgrim’s Progress.


    Start
with radio.


    Radio
and rock and roll have had the most remarkable symbiotic relationship in
media — the synergy that everybody has tried to re-create in media conglomerates.
Radio got free content; music labels got free promotion.


    Radio’s
almost effortless cash flow, and mom-and-pop organization (there were once
5,133 owners of U.S. radio stations), made it ripe for consolidation, which
began in the mid-eighties and was mostly completed as soon as Congress
removed virtually all ownership limits in 1996. A handful of companies
now control nearly the entirety of U.S. radio, with Clear Channel and its
more than 1,200 stations being the undisputed Death Star. (Clear Channel
is also one of the nation’s major live promoters, and uses its airtime
leverage to force performers to use its concert services, as Britney Spears
and others have charged.)

    Radio,
heretofore ad hoc and eccentric and local, underwent a transformation in
which it became formatted, rational, and centralized. Its single imperative
was to keep people from moving the dial — seamlessness became the science
of radio.


    The music
business suddenly had to start producing music according to very stringent
(if unwritten) commercial guidelines (it could have objected or rebelled
— but it rolled over instead; what’s more, in a complicated middleman
strategy of music brokers and independent promoters, labels have, in effect,
been forced to pay to have their boring music aired). Format became law.
Everything had to sound the way it was supposed to sound. Fungibility was
king. Familiarity was the greatest virtue.


    Once
Sheryl Crow was an established hit, the music business was compelled to
offer up an endless number of Sheryl Crow imitators. Then when the Sheryl
Crow imitators became a reliable radio genre, Sheryl Crow was compelled
to imitate them. (Entertainment Weekly, without irony, recently praised
the new Moby album for sounding like his last.)


    But then,
just as radio playlists become closely regulated, the Internet appears.


    “Suddenly
there was another distribution avenue offering far greater product range,”
notes my friend Bob Thiele, who’s been producing, writing, performing,
and doing A&R work in L.A. for twenty years (and whose father was Buddy
Holly’s producer), and who, in my memory, never before talked about avenues
of distribution. “And then, before anyone was quite aware of what was happening,
file-sharing replaced radio as the engine of music culture.”


    It wasn’t
just that it was free music — radio offered free music. But whatever you
wanted was free (whenever you wanted it). The Internet is music consumerism
run amok, resulting not only in billions of dollars of lost sales but in
an endless bifurcation of taste. The universe fragmented into sub-universes,
and then sub-sub-universes. The music industry, which depends on large
numbers of people with similar interests for its profit margins, now had
to deal with an ever-growing numbers of fans with increasingly diverse
and eccentric interests.

    It is
hard to think of a more profound business crisis. You’ve lost control of
the means of distribution, promotion, and manufacturing. You’ve lost quality
control — in some sense, there’s been a quality-control coup. You’ve lost
your basic business model — what you sell has become as free as oxygen.


    It’s
a philosophical as well as a business crisis — which compounds the problem,
because the people who run the music business are not exactly philosophers.


    “They’re
thugs,” says a former high-ranking music exec of my acquaintance, who is
no shrinking violet himself.


    Such
thuggishness, when the business was about courting difficult acts, enforcing
contracts, procuring drugs, paying off everyone who needed to be paid off,
may once have been a key management advantage. But it probably isn’t the
main virtue you’re looking for when you’re in a state of existential crisis.
Being street-smart is not being smart.


    In a
situation of such vast uncertainty, with the breakdown of all prior business
and cultural assumptions, you don’t necessarily want to have to depend
upon, say, Tommy Mottola to create a new paradigm.


    For a
long while, the management response at the major labels had a weird combination
of denial and foot stamping: putting Napster out of business-then sort-of/sort-of-not
buying Napster — all the while being told by everybody who knows anything
about technology that, no matter what the music industry does, or who it
sues, music will be, inevitably, free. Duh. There is, too, a management
critique — perhaps most succinctly put by Don Henley in his now-famous
post-Grammy letter wherein he quoted Mel Brooks in Blazing Saddles: “Gentlemen,
gentlemen! We’ve got to protect our phony baloney jobs!” — that sees record
labels as generally engaged in the usual practice of ripping off anyone
who can be ripped off while remaining oblivious to the fact that Rome is
burning.

    But for
the most part, denial, and even the reflex to just keep squeezing the last
dollar until there is nothing left to squeeze, is passing (labels have
even recently awoken to the problems of dealing with the radio behemoths
and are frantically, and way too late, trying to find reasons to sue the
radio guys and gain back a little leverage).


    I had
a very nice sushi lunch in the Sony dining room the other day where I heard
about the generally gallows mood at Sony Music. The recent past was very
bad; the future was likely to be worse. All money earned from here on in
would be harder to earn. This felt like acceptance to me: We simply don’t
know what to do.


    The truth
is, there might not be anything much to do.


    Here
are the choices:


    If you’re
providing free entertainment, which is obviously what the music business
is doing, then you have to figure out some way to sell advertising to the
people who are paying attention to your free music. But nobody seems to
have any idea how that might be done. Or you can provide stuff that’s free,
and use the free stuff to promote something else of more value that people,
you hope, will buy — now called the “legitimate alternative.” (Putting
video on the CD is one of those ideas — though, of course, you can file-share
video too.) Or sell the CD at a level that makes it cheap enough to compete
with free (free, after all, has its own costs for the consumer).


    It’s
a spreadsheet solution. There will continue to be a market for selling
music, however diminished — but it will have to be cheaper music. Margins
will shrink even more. Accordingly, costs will have to shrink. Spending
a few million to launch an act will shortly be a thing of the past. (The
formal catalyst of the beginning of the end of big development costs may
be the Wall Street Journal’s story a few months
ago that precisely accounted for the $2.2 million launch costs of a singer
named Carly Hennessy, who went on to sell 378 CDs
.) A&R
guys making half a million are also history (in the future, they’ll start
at $40,000 and max out at $150,000). And no more parties.

    And then
there is the CD theory. This theory is widely accepted — with great pride,
in fact — in the music industry. It represents the ultimate music-biz
hustle. But its implications are seldom played out.


    The CD
theory holds that the music business actually died about twenty years ago.
It was revived without anyone knowing it had actually died because compact-disc
technology came along and everybody had to replace what they’d bought for
the twenty years prior to the advent of the CD.


    The music
business, this theory acknowledges, is about selling technology as much
as music. From mono to stereo to Walkman. It just happens that the next
stage of technological development in the music business has largely excluded
the music business itself.


    The further
implication, though, might be the more interesting and painful one: You
can’t depend on just the music.


    Rock
and roll is just an anomaly. While for a generation or two it created a
go-go industry — the youthquake — it is unreasonable to expect that anything
so transforming can remain a permanent condition. To a large degree, the
music industry is, then, a fluke. A bubble. Finally the bubble burst.


    But not
with a pop. It’s an almost imperceptible, but highly meaningful, alteration
in context. Alanis Morissette becomes Grace Paley. Bono becomes John Hersey.
Fiona Apple is Joyce Carol Oates. Moby is Martin Amis.

    This
is not so bad.


    And best
of all, our children — all right, our grandchildren — won’t want to become
rock stars.

"What was motivating those officials?"

05 JUNE 02: “What was
motivating those officials?”

Ralph Nader urges NBA to review officiating

San
Francisco Chronicle
Staff Report


Wednesday, June 5, 2002

Consumer advocate Ralph Nader
and the League of Fans, a sports-industry watchdog, sent a letter to NBA
Commissioner David Stern on Tuesday urging a review of the officiating
in the aftermath of the “notorious” refereeing in Game 6 of the Western
Conference finals between the Kings and the Lakers in L.A.


    “At a
time when the public’s confidence is shaken by headlines reporting the
breach of trust by corporate executives, it is important, during the public’s
relaxation time, for there to be maintained a sense of impartiality and
professionalism in commercial sports performances,” the letter said. “That
sense was severely broken . . . during Game 6.”


    The Lakers
shot 27 free throws in the fourth quarter and scored 16 of their final
18 points at the foul line in a 106-102 victory. Lakers guard Kobe Bryant’s
elbow to Mike Bibby’s nose that was not called a foul with less than 20
seconds left “prompted many fans to start wondering about what was motivating
these officials,” the letter said. “Unless the NBA orders a review of this
game’s officiating, perceptions and suspicions, however presently absent
any evidence, will abound,” the letter continued.


    “Your
problem in addressing the pivotal Game 6 situation is that you have too
much power. Where else can decision-makers (the referees) escape all responsibility
to admit serious and egregious error and have their bosses (you) fine those
wronged (the players and coaches) who dare to speak out critically? . .
. A review that satisfies the fans’ sense of fairness and deters future
recurrences would be a salutary contribution to the public trust that the
NBA badly needs.”