Spring Break

American yufful hedonism on display with film 'Spring Breakers', which shows college girls gone wild with guns and sex and drugs and stuff.

When I was a senior at Brown, cross country pal Vince invited me and four other runners to the Florida Panhandle for .. spring break. We left Providence, Rhode Island, in the midst of the New England winter to arrive in the glorious warmth of the sunshine state.

From Vince's condo it was a skip to the beach where we, a pale emaciated lot, observed the pecking order: Georgia Tech or Florida U frat guys, totally buff and already forming beer bellies, sun burnt and drunk, devouring beer 'bombs' and screaming their approval at one another.  The bikinis surrounded them.

From there it was mostly a down hill affair from booze drenched bars and jam packed clubs vibrating to "Funky Cold Medina" (I shudder). Me, never a pick up artist, chored with the impossible task of finding five women but - success! - I score a willing party and off we go only to learn they are high schoolers. The girls never so safe.

Overall, on balance, we probably ended up better off than the meat heads we partied with though, undoubtedly, they have better memories of that time.

Lungs

This is what Paris looks like when it snows - photo from MFAMB.

I drop Madeleine at school and jog home along the bus path which reminds me of some of the roadside runs in Ensenada or Mexicali where the diesel exhaust overwhelming. This morning no different. Unfortunately getting myself to the river adds three or four miles to a six-miler and just outside what I wish to do; otherwise it is all concrete and rubber.

A quick Internet search suggests that the exposure to micro particles, while jogging, from increased lung-air volumes negates the healthful benefits of exercise, raising the odds of respiratory infection and cancer. Sure feels like it now.

New Do

New haircut, my glasses

Me: "Wait a minute - something is definitely different."
Madeleine: "Oh?"
Me: "Are you wearing lipstick?"
Madeleine: "Really, Dad."
Me: "Do you have new glasses?"
Madeleine: "No!"
Me: "Wait. Your hair. I love it."
Madeleine: "Everybody says it makes me look like Anne Hathaway."
Me: "I see it. In Les Mis"
Madeleine: "Is she pretty or something?"
Me: "Yes, she was great in 'The Devil Wears Prada."
Madeleine: "Some people say it suits my style."
Me: "I get it."

Real Instagram

Circa 1984

And where does the time go? In my case, the last 24 hours extra in Paris thanks to an unusual winter storm which dumps snow and cold on the indignant Parisiens (the ladies and their wedge heel knee-high fur boots slip and slide along rue du Faubourg St Honoree). The Eurostar cancelled and the airports closed. I bunker in a cozy hotel met this morning by a soft pink sunrise reflected from the white sidewalks and sandstones of La Cité.

Madeleine gets a hair cut which, I am told by Aneta, "Very short. Shorter than Eitan." I am as curious as you, dear reader.

All Hat No Cattle

On our way to the Hampton School 'Ho Down'

Our evening foiled due to car problems. Instead we enjoy a Saturday night 'in' watching "Borgen" (Danish political drama). Me, not complaining.

Eagles Win

Madeleine before battling Carshalton Athletic in a thrilla that goes 3-2 for the Eagles. Madeleine knocks in the first goal - a nut meg through the goal keepers legs - and the girls rejoice while our hero looks at me sheepishly yet filled with joy.  Some of these girls animals on the pitch, tackling, grinding, stomping on the opponent.

Bowie Aladdin

Bowie will open at the V and A on 23 March for the first international retrospective of the singer's career.

Already there is buzz as Bowie releases his first album in ten years to good reviews.  Sonnet tells me that, as part of the ticket, visitors will receive an audio set mandatory for the viewing - there will be no written descriptions of the 300 objects, which will include handwritten lyrics, original costumes, fashion, photography, film, music videos, set designs and Bowie's instruments.  Song will play a major role on the tape. Unclear if Ziggy Stardust will be at the opening but we sure hope so.

Madeleine jams her hand in the lane-line during swimming practice. She frets that her knuckle is broken so I give it a big squeeze. She howls and cries but, in my opinion, it is not broken.

Dog Plan

Madeleine tasked with the dog last night.  She resists but it is not all bad as she stays up late watching television.  Rusty otherwise an impossible host throwing himself on our guests.

Master Chef

We end the week with Simon and Sabi and Ligia and Alberto, from Lisbon, who spent several years in Kansas City running a business for GE (Ligia heads GE"s European private equity business).  Alberto and I compare notes on Modine's, a bbq joint on the town's edge which Sonnet and I know from our drive across the USA in '97.  The restaurant in a house hollowed out for the grill manned by two giant sweaty black men who poke the shredded meat then served on a paper plate and piece of Wonder Bread.

This week began in the Nordics and Sonnet in Italy; we attend the V and A opening for "The Treasures of the Royal Courts" (wonderful, covering Henry VIII and Elizabeth I to Ivan the Terrible and the early Romanovs and 500 years of exchange between Britain and Russia).  Sonnet out with Natalie  Thursday and tonight we at a 'Ho down' for the Hampton School. Tomorrow I am to Paris.

Madeleine and I (from the comfort of the living room couch) watch the age-group inter-counties cross country championships in the mud and damp.  Puff puff puff.

Spring ?

Queen Victoria St in the City

This is one of those days London known for : murky.

Eitan faces a conundrum as he is selected to represent his school in the British biathelon age group championshiops at Crystal Palace the same day as the All Stars take on Teddington in a match that may determine who wins the Surrey League's Premiere Division.

I am back from Helsinki a city I love - minus 8 degress and a foot of snow prevent me from running yet I enjoy a slippery stroll along the Boulevard admiring the strange Nordic-Soviet aesthetic : modern and kitsch at the same time. Looking over Töölö Bay is the Finish orthodox Uspenski Cathedral, designed by a Russian, which (now mostly empty) reminds me of Norman's house on the hill in Psycho.

Wonderful Copenhagen

A Dane on display

This is what everybody looks like in Cophenhagen (where I blog, awaiting a flight to Helsinki). And I think it is true. Or maybe it is the surprise of seeing so many young people in the cafes, on bikes, walking in the park.

Following lunch I go for a seven mile run around 'the lakes', a row of three rectangular lakes curving around the western margin of the City Centre, forming one of the oldest and most distinctive features of the city's topography. I have done this loop many times now. What is different: construction. There is a new, narrow, walkway and (soon) public area.  The students, strollers and sunshine seekers remain unchanged.

Istanbul Was Constantinople

Bosphorus, 1997

We are in Waybridge to watch Eitan battle Fleet in the Surrey Cup quarter finals - the farthest the lads have gone in this tournament. After an exciting win, 2-1, Sonnet takes Eitan to the first weekend of the Surreys swimming championships where the boy has qualified for nine events. Today he competes the 400 individual medley, only Sonnet gets the start time wrong and Eitan yelled at by Coach for failing to register on time. The boy allowed to swim in the first heat and gets DQ'd on the butterfly as his legs separate into a crawl-like kick. Sonnet says: "A bad day at the office."

Despite it all, Eitan comes home in a good mood, finishes off some homework, reads the Sunday sports and now both kids watch Harry Potter, which is like some soothing drug.

Me: "Have you ever had a detention?"
Madeleine: "If you're going to get a detention it better be for something worthwhile. Like carving your name into the wall."
Me: "That would probably get you  more than a detention."
Madeleine: "Yeah, but it would still be worthwhile, better than getting three spelling words wrong."
Me:
Madeleine: "Everyone would know that Madeleine Orenstein went to Emanuel School."

Rusty's Got Nose

Bonkers

After school, before swimming

Yep - Friday.

The EU announces a bonus cap on bankers at €1 million which is like chump change to a Master of the Universe. Further, it is not clear if employees of British banks stationed abroad are on the cap. Without question it will play into the hands of London's overseas rivals while undermining support in Britain for the EU.

"This is possibly the most deluded measure to come from Europe since Diocletian tried to fix the price of groceries across the Roman empire." 
--Boris Johnson compares the EU to Roman emperor Diocletian who introduced an cap on food prices across the Roman empire in AD 301.

Eitan: "We got free cheese on toast at school today."

Me:

Eitan: "Because it's Saints David's Day, I think."

Me: "What's that?"

Eitan: "I don't know."

Sonnet: "Madeleine put your book away and join us. We are having dinner."

Madeleine: "What about Eitan? He is watching TV."

Sonnet: "But he is not having dinner."

Madeleine: "Well he should have to join us."

Me: "Do you really want your brother at the dinner table?"

Madeleine: "No!"

Me:
Madeleine: "I am just saying."

On PE

Eitan reads 'Charub'

I am back to London with a pocket full of business cards.  A highlight of my trip, somehow, was jogging by the start - and finish- of the '09 Berlin Marathon.

The private equity industry going through a structural change as fundraising in the worst post-peak trough the industry has known (fundraising levels at 40% of 2007/08 levels).  There are still Big Dollars flowing in but now going to fewer managers, including Astorg, who receive bigger checks.  "Bifurcated market" is a popular expression.

Meanwhile returns have fallen as plenty of capital competes for limited auctioned deals and leverage paired back : recall the famous KKR takeover of RJR Nabisco in '88 (at $25 billion, the largest ever at the time). The deal financed with 95% debt.  Today, equity accounts for 43% of all buyout transactions.  This doesn't help IRRs (but allows people to sleep at night).

Ours a mature industry which is obvious from the number of minorities (almost nil) and women (very few). Who is going against the grain to make the over-size returns? Who is allowed to do so by their institutional backers ?

West Berlin

Brandenburg Gate

Last time I was here it was not so nice.

I join the good and the great for the Super Return conference and shuffle about seeing familiar faces and catching up with friends.  The conference attracts over 1,400 "senior private equity professionals" (the website tells us) and is the largest private equity conference in the world. I would not doubt it. A highlight is Frank, who I have dinner with - Frank from Berlin and recalls the wall coming down; after that he involved himself in privatising German industry and now works for Deutsche Bank pe in Manhattan.

Sunday Night At The Movies

T-800

We are about to call it a night but then 'The Terminator' on television and who can resist that?  The indiscriminate killing of the innocent and police irresponsible but, boy, it is entertaining.

The 1980s glorified firearms - those stupid films like 48 hours and Beverly Hills Cop or Lethal Weapon and Tango And Cash or Tequila Sunrise - which showed machine gun spray as part of the buddy-buddy bonding experience.  The violence, already insinuated into the American psyche, morphed into video games and glocs and Bushmasters. Only now, like never before, the violence is for real.

"It's a hyper-alloy combat chassis - micro processor-controlled, fully armoured. Very tough. But outside, it's living human tissue - flesh, skin, hair, blood, grown for the cyborgs...The 600 series had rubber skin. We spotted them easy. But these are new, they look human. Sweat, bad breath, everything. Very hard to spot."

--Reese

"I'm a friend of Sarah Connor. I was told she was here. Could I see her please?"
--The Terminator

Haiti Visit

Chaîne de la Selle, Haiti, 1997; 2,680m

Me: "How did Ava play ?"
Madeleine: "She's really good."
Eitan: "I think she was a bit nervous, having all of us around."
Me: "And you want to play at Old Trafford.  Do you think the crowds would effect you there??
Eitan: "No, because I wouldn't know anybody in the stands."
Me: "If you or Madeleine play in the Premiere League I will drop everything and follow you around to all your games. .. ."
Eitan, Madeleine:
Me: ". .. putting up a big banner: 'Go Madeleine!' "
Madeleine: "I would so kill you."
Me: "Or 'Eitan's Dad.' I am sure you wouldn't mind that, would you?"
Eitan:

One More From The City

Queen Victoria St and Cannon St

Sonnet back from Devon and not without drama as she has to add oil to the car en route. I take her through the steps to open the hood.  We re-union with hugs and kisses and my peaceful long week end comes to an end (I would be lying if I told you, dear reader, that I did not enjoy it. Madeleine: "Nice, Dad.").

Simon, the father of Billy, in Los Angeles to win an Oscar for the sound work to 'Les Mis.'  He has already won the BAFTA.

Fauja Singh, age 101, completes his last race, the Hong Kong 10K, in 1:32; in 2011 he celebrated 100 by running the Toronto Marathon (his eighth since turning 90).  Says he: "I am happy that I am retiring at the top of the game."  And there is hope for us all.

Cityline

From Oxo Wharf