Thursday Edition

I returned from New Zealand sunshine to the above-below in Boston. Welcome home, Tom!
To finish NZ musings, and break a self-inflicted rule ...
Though not musical, I can say that New Zealander Hayley Westenra has one of the most pure voices I've ever heard—if you happen to be new to her, which I reluctantly admit that I was, I recommend you seek her out.
(The pictures above and below are from the "back yard," all of about 9X9, of our wee Boston abode. Above, obviously, table and chair; below, a sculpture.)

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Tom, I flew into Boston about six hours before the blizzard hit. I'd booked into a hotel a short walk from the Harvard Business School campus (where our project was featuring in an MBA case study next morning), only to find that the short walk was completely impossible as the snowploughs had shovelled all the snow onto the sidewalks, which as a result were about four feet deep. As cabs were all but unobtainable it looked as if I had made the whole trip only to be unable to complete the last half-mile. A cab did arrive at the last minute, charging about four times the usual rate, and we slalomed our way sucessfully to HBS. It was 25 degrees colder than Damascus!
Posted by RobCH at March 9, 2009 8:47 AM
All North Easterners, repeat with me ... I love to shovel snow, I love to shovel snow, I love to shovel snow ...
By the way, Cambridge residents can get fined for not shoveling a path on the sidewalk in front of their houses. Though, near HBS, you were probably on the Boston side of the Charles River.
Posted by cathy mosca at March 9, 2009 8:55 AM
Cathy, not many residents in that strip - Doubletree to HBS on Soldiers Field Road. And the snow was still coming down.
Posted by RobCH at March 9, 2009 9:17 AM
We even had some REAL snow in Shakespeare's County this winter. The Bard would have found much better words to describe the beauty of snow than mere mortals such as me :-)
Rob CH, Tom and Cathy - I trust, like me, you both made snowmen and played snowballs - Don't ever grow up is one my precious motto's.
Posted by Trevor Gay at March 9, 2009 5:07 PM
Talking of Shakespeare (Well at least I was) the ruins of the first Shakespeare Theatre (where the Bard himself appeared as an actor) has been discovered. It dates back to 1576 - Amazing!
Here is the BBC News link http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/7931823.stm
Tom - You really must visit our wonderful County next time you are in England.
Posted by Trevor Gay at March 9, 2009 5:57 PM
Heavy snow in the mountains near Seattle also. "Shakespeare" was actually several writers rolled into one moniker - living in an especially rainy part of OLDE England - his heirs escaped & now mainly reside in Monaco & Beverly Hills & Paris & the ultra cosmopolitan NYC. :>)
Posted by C Love at March 9, 2009 6:54 PM
William Shakespeare clearly one of the original free market capitalists according to the Emperor of Contrairestan - I will not argue with you Oh great one. Why would I argue with your admission that many brilliant exports from England end up in important positions of great power in the US? :-)
Posted by Trevor Gay at March 9, 2009 7:10 PM
Welcome back, TP. I loved the photos. The upper one looks as if the table is set for a birthday celebration for a queen. Beautiful. The sculptor of the man and woman carrying their load, amid such snow, is also lovely. No matter the weather, we've gotta do what we've gotta do. I happen to love snow and even shoveling it, Cathy. It's great execrise. I also like to play around in it to, Trevor! Love it!
Thanks, TP, for the song too. I love her voice. I also had not heard of this singer. There is a purity, a vibrato-less quality, which means a voice without much fluttering, of the tone that is beautiful. Sarah Brightman would be another example of this kind of singing tone. My voice, by the way, is the exact opposite. It's legato (smooth) but quite dramatic indeed. While I can make the voice vibrato-less, it is, in fact, full of passion and emotion, by nature--pretty much, like me. :-)
Did I say, welcome home?
Posted by Judith Ellis at March 10, 2009 8:36 AM
There is another point about the sculpture that may be apropos to the variance in the leadership and management styles of men and women. In ancient cultures men and women vary in how they carry things. If you look at the sculptor the man has his hand on the load; the woman has her hands behind her back, balancing her portion of the load on her head. Hmmm?
Posted by Judith Ellis at March 10, 2009 8:56 AM
Judith,
I'm afraid it's difficult to see what's happening in the sculpture due to the snow. Having seen it in more clement weather, I believe the sculpture actually depicts a man looking into a spy glass which is aimed at the back of a woman's head. Tom would be better able to speak on the subject, but I hope that made things a bit clearer for you.
Posted by Shelley Dolley at March 10, 2009 9:34 AM
Shelly - Thank you for the clarity, I guess. But clarity was not altogether necessary. It's all about what you see. Clarity is not particularly what creative types or innovators seek; we seek variance and something new. What we wish to do is see through the looking glass and determine meaning and significance, regardless as to what's there. This is where new ideas are formed, innovation done. This is perhaps the problem with business, narrowness. What creative types and innovators do is look through the glass and determine meaning and significance. But again thanks, I guess, for the clarity.
Posted by Judith Ellis at March 10, 2009 11:35 AM
Cathy...you have to know that us west michiganders can't find a lot of sympathy for the shovelers of New England. In addition to sidewalks, I have to shovel my roof! Really. I do remember the first year I lived in Marblehead the harbor froze! We could walk from old town to the neck. On a warmer note, my daffodils have broken through the ground!!! Now, I fully expect to hear from Shelley about that Maine fluffy stuff.
Posted by Mike Neiss at March 10, 2009 6:05 PM