Sunday, July 08, 2007

MBA


It's official, the little woman and I will start the independent-study Masters of Business Administration (iMBA) program at Syracuse this fall.

The Syracuse University iMBA is offered through the Whitman School of Management and combines in-person residency learning with distance learning. Each semester requires a one-week-residency at the start of the semester. The rest of the semester involves independent study and cohort work coordinated through internet resources and conference calls.

The residency travel, hotel expenses and time away from work make the Syracuse iMBA program pricier than other distance learning MBA programs; but we decided the residency added significant value in networking opportunity and was worth the added cost. The required travel also shakes up the status quo mindset.

The Whitman iMBA is listed as one of the top distance MBA programs by the Financial Times, and is accredited by the AACSB. The iMBA degree is identical to the MBA awarded to other Whitman graduates. (In other words, the degree doesn’t state “executive MBA,” or similar on the diploma.)

The Whitman School of Management has also been top-ranked in Business Week and U.S. News & World Report’s rankings.

If all goes well, we should finish up in 2010.

Go Orange!


This Fed Ex ad poking fun of MBAs cracks me up.



Post Note: For a fuller description and review of the program click:
http://johnpacheco.blogspot.com/2008/02/whitman-school-imba-syracuse.html

Saturday, June 30, 2007

The Getty Museum



Last weekend we visited the J. Paul Getty Museum during a short stay in the Los Angeles area.

The Getty is just off I-405 on a foothills of the Santa Monica Mountains, and gives a fantastic view of Los Angeles, as you can see in the picture to the left.

The museum is actually a collection of buildings. Each building has a defined art period, or subject matter. Between and around the buildings are attractive garden areas you can walk through. There are also outside sitting areas where you can drink coffee as you overlook the city or look out towards the Pacific.

The big painting of interest during our visit was “A Bar at the Folies-Bergere” by French Painter Edourd Manet (shown just below). It’s on loan from the Courtauld Institute of Art Gallery in London until September 9th, 2007.


A Bar at the Folies-Bergere is housed on the first floor of the West Pavilion, and has an entire room to itself. The room is always packed and you have to position yourself in the crowd to get a good look.

The other popular painting with a constant crowd was Vincent Van Goh’s Irises. I asked the guard if they had any other Van Gohs on display. He said "Oh, yes." All I had to do was go outside the building, look down at I-405, and I would see “lots of vans go.” (drum roll.)



My wife's favorite painting was Claude Monet’s Still Life Flowers and Fruits (shown below). She is partial to still lifes.





My favorite was Raphael’s Portrait of a Young Man in Red.








Lastly here’s a photo of my brother in law, my wife and myself overlooking the ocean from the Pacific Coast Highway in Malibu. We were about to go into Gladstone's, a popular seafood restaurant. Please note the unbelievable absence of any movie stars or agents clamoring around our persons. Gladstone's is at the corner of Pacific Coast Highway and the infamous Sunset Boulevard. "All right, Mr. DeMille, we're ready for our close-up!"

JP

Friday, June 08, 2007

Greek Poetry






I found an old book on Greek Poetry that had fallen behind the book shelves. I hadn’t read it in years, and I enjoyed re-discovering it.

Below are three of my favorites by Martial (c.43-c.104 A.D.). He had a unique sense of humor.

A Hinted Wish
(Translated from Latin by Samuel Johnson)

You told me, Maro, whilst you live
You’d not a single penny give,
But that, whene’er you chanct to die,
You’d leave a handsome legacy:
You must be mad beyond redress
If my next wish you cannot guess.



To Polla
(Translated from Latin by Sir Charles Sedley)

Leave off thy paint, perfumes, and youthful dress,
And nature’s failing honestly confess;
Double we see those faults which art would mend,
Plain downright ugliness would less offend.


A Promising Youth
(Translated from Latin by J.A. Pott)

At sixty years of age is he
A man of promise still:
Methinks he needs eternity
That promise to fulfill.

Friday, March 09, 2007

Acqua Di Parma, men's stuff part five


For Christmas 2006, my wife gave me a new cologne, Acqua Di Parma. I had run across some references to it during hobby reading, and I was curious.

Acqua Di Parma is an Italian citrus based scent first made in 1916. After many years of being relegated to an isolated niche product, the fragrance was purchased in 1994 by three investors. The new owners then expanded distribution to reach the eager dollars of the Hoi Polloi. The company claims it was “THE” cologne among the beautiful people in the 30s and 50s, and drops the names of Cary Grant and Audrey Hepburn. (Of course the fact that they’re both dead makes corroboration difficult at best.)

For my part, I’ve taken a fancy to it. It’s more declarative than my beloved Trumper’s Extract of Lime, but to its credit it does tastefully dissipate when properly applied. I’ve worn it for the month of January and I haven’t tired of it.

The package paper describes it as combining more than ten natural ingredients (no knock-off lab synthetics) to produce "smooth notes of Sicilian citrus, rose, & lavender with base notes of oriental woods." And to its credit, it's not boring like say the traditional (and overly known) prep scent of Eau Sauvage. It's definitely something different and has the flair Italian craftsmanship is known for.

If you’re looking for an alternative, I would recommend giving Acqua Di Parma a try.

The only caveat I’ve had is that it came in a spray bottle, and hence impractical for air travel with the new security limitations on liquids. If you pack it in your wet pack with your checked luggage, the altitude may affect the spray pump. I’ll have to see what is available in plain bottle format for future use.

JP

(For related subject matter see September 16, 2006 entry, “On Wet Shaving, men’s stuff part two.)

Saturday, January 27, 2007

The Loonies of PETA


I normally don't get rankled by news clips. But this one got to me.

Two loony PETA activists are on felony trail for 21 counts of cruelty to animals. They are accused of taking animals from a shelter under false pretenses (finding them homes), immediately killing them in a van with a home-made-kill-kit, and then dumping their carcasses into the garbage bin of a local Piggly Wiggly Supermarket.

That’s pretty ghoulish stuff. I have three Labrador Retrievers (that's Gipper pictured with me) and I have difficulty imagining such perversion. I think it’s time PETA be recognized as not only obnoxious, but as an actively destructive and morally bankrupt organization.

PETA claims they were trying to spare the animals the horrors of the shelters. If convicted, I believe this will be found to be a case of two sick people who got their jollies out of killing defenseless animals; and who then justify their actions with weird moral acrobatic rationalization. Neither of the defendants was licensed to possess the deadly drugs found in their possession. Neither of the defendants was trained to euthanize animals, or licensed as a vet; which begs the question of just how humanly the poor animals were killed.

PETA's official position is that euthanisa is an acceptable alternative to the shelter and therefore justifies the actions of their people. This rationale rings a bit hallow given the circumstances of the case.

I have no patience for activists who cloak their social maladjustment with a loud love of animals, as PETA does.

The official AP Report is:

Trial scheduled this week for Va. PETA workers
by The Associated Press
published January 22, 2007 8:09 am

Winton, N.C. – A trial is scheduled this week in northeastern North Carolina for two animal activists charged with animal cruelty after they were discovered dumping dead animals in a trash bin.

Adria J. Hinkle, of Norfolk, Va., and Andrew B. Cook, of Virginia Beach, are charged with 21 counts each of animal cruelty. They also are charged with littering and obtaining property by false pretenses.

The trial was scheduled to begin Monday in Hertford County and was expected to last the week. The pair works for People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals in Norfolk.





PetaKillsAnimals.Com:

This site lists "7 Things You Didn't Know About PETA." Number three was the most damning:

3) PETA has given tens of thousands of dollars to convicted arsonists and other violent criminals. This includes a 2001 donation of $1,500 to the North American Earth Liberation Front (ELF), an FBI-certified “domestic terrorist” group responsible for dozens of firebombs and death threats. During the 1990s, PETA paid $70,200 to an Animal Liberation Front (ALF) activist convicted of burning down a Michigan State University research laboratory. In his sentencing recommendation, a federal prosecutor implicated PETA president Ingrid Newkirk in that crime. And PETA vegetarian campaign coordinator Bruce Friedrich told an animal rights convention in 2001 that “blowing stuff up and smashing windows” is “a great way to bring about animal liberation.”


The complete list of seven items is on url page:

http://www.petakillsanimals.com/article_detail.cfm?article=134 )

Yet despite all this malice, by one estimate PETA rakes in over $25 million a year in tax free donations. What's wrong with that picture?

JP


Saturday, October 28, 2006

The TR250, men's stuff part four



I owned a TR250 (Triumph 250) in the mid-1980s and it was the funnest car I have owned. (And yes, it was even more fun than my Saab.) I bought it from Casner Imports in El Paso while assigned to Ft. Bliss, and I sold it while I was in college due to concerns over high maintenance cost. I dearly regret selling it.

The TR250 was a one year production car of approx 8,000 units in 1968. It was the transition between the under powered TR4 and the peppier TR6. The car had an in-line six cylinder engine with growling dual carburetors, and 15 inch Michelins to hug the road as you accelerated. The fact that it was a convertible only added to the fun.

My other car at the time was my old high school car, a 1972 Mustang Mach 1, Sprint Fast-Back edition. It was your basic muscle car. It could go like a bat out of hell, but God help you if you needed to change direction. The Mach handled like a heavy truck on high speed turns and I'm lucky I didn't kill myself in it.

The TR250 by contrast, could turn on a dime at higher speeds. It was not only fast, but it hugged the road like it was on rails. I felt in absolute control of the vehicle as I would put it through its paces on tight winding mountain roads. I think that was one of the key reasons I fell in love with it. The other key emotional response came from the cockpit smell of leather, wood, and the engine. I wasn’t removed from the driving experience in a plastic shell.

Unfortunately this beautiful machine came with a price. As anyone who has ever owned one of these 1960s convertibles can tell you, they’re temperamental machines who need a seasoned specialized mechanic and pricey repair parts. In short, it’s not the initial price that gets you; it’s the ongoing bank account drain.

I recently cruised the internet for TR250s and was dismayed by the high pricing of restored models and the absolute state of disrepair of the based price ones. To buy one today would have to be an absolute act of love. It would be cheaper to buy, say, a used Porsche and face less repair issues. You also wouldn’t have the issue of finding a capable mechanic, or rare parts.

I’m afraid that for me at least, that ship has sailed.

-JP


Specs for the TR250:

ENGINE- Inline six-cylinder, cast iron block, cylinder head, overhead valves. Horsepower @ RPM-111 @ 4,500.  Torque @ RPM-152 lbs.ft. @ 3,000.  Fuel System, Twin Stromberg CD175 carburetors.  Front Engine, rear-wheel drive.

TRANSMISSION- Four-speed manual, plus reverse.

BODY- Steel body over steel frame with cruciform brace.

TIRES- 15 x 6 inches

WEIGHT & SIZE- Weight 2,350 pounds. Wheelbase 88 inches.  Length 153.6 inches.  Height 50 inches.

PERFORMANCE- Zero to Sixty MPH in 10.6 seconds.  Zero to One-Hundred MPH in 39 seconds.  Top Speed 107 MPH. (To put this in perspective, at that time the average car went from zero to sixty in about 15 or 16 seconds plus.)

PRICE
Cost new in 1968- (esti) $3,395.







Sunday, September 17, 2006

The Rolex Submariner, men's stuff part three


Bond: You expect me to talk Goldfinger?
Goldfinger: No Mr. Bond, I expect you to die!

As a boy I saw the Rolex Submariner watch for the first time in the opening scenes of Goldfinger. In it, Sean Connery sets explosives at the bad guys’ base while in scuba gear, changes into white-dinner jacket, and then nonchalantly waits for the charges to go off. His clothing changed from commando-action-gear to sophisticate evening wear, but the watch remained the same; a Stainless Steel Rolex Submariner. I was hooked.


I’m not alone in this. If you carry on a conversation with a Submariner owner long enough, eventually you will hear some similar James Bond childhood influence.

The watch is about the size of an Oreo Cookie (40mm) and fits comfortably on the wrist despite its thickness. It’s water proof to 300 meters or 1,000 feet. (This means it can go places you can’t go.) It has a uni-directional black bezel to mark elapsed diving time. It also has an extension link on the stainless steel bracelet so that it can be worn over a wetsuit.

Most men will never use the diving features. (Lord knows I haven’t.)

What I do use frequently is the bezel, which is marked in minutes, to monitor elapsed time on flights or tasks. The glow-in-the-dark-face is also easy to read in low lighting situations.

Its technical specifications, while impressive, are of little relevance to aficionados. Instead, if you had to define its appeal in one blurb, it would this- the watch is manliness defined, period.

The watch is unaffected and masculine. It runs the gamut world wide. I’ve seen it on the wrist of a successful stockbroker in Manhatten; and I’ve seen it on the wrist of a bus driver in Rome. The Stainless Steel Submariner is the ultimate go-to-watch for a man. It can fit every occasion. It goes well with every outfit, every activity, and doesn't look ostentatious.

Aside from the basic stainless steel Submariner, there are also Submariner versions with yellow gold embellishments and blue faces, as well as a 50th anniversary model with a green bezel. As a purest, I’ve always held men who wear gold modified models as suspect. A man wanting an ornate dress watch would be better served to purchase a gold Oyster Perpetual Day Date or similar IWC, Patek Phillip, Zenith or Jaeger-LeCoultre offering.  (And please don't get me started with the after-market-bling-jobs I've seen in which diamonds or other precious stones are added to the watch face. Trust me, they don't impress.)

As a point of humor on this, I was once in the middle of a software sales presentation with the owner of a business and his key subordinates, when one his lieutenants cut in, “I don’t know boss, this guy is wearing a Rolex. I think he’s going to take us downtown on the price.”

The owner replied, “No, No, it’s OK. It’s only stainless steel. It’s the jackasses with the gold ones that you have to worry about.”

John P.


Postscript-

OK let’s answer the basic question: Is the Rolex Submariner really a super 007 action watch?  Is it in fact virtually indestructible? The evidence says yes.  Remember it is stainless steel, and waterproof to 300 meters.  That translates to about 433 pounds per square inch on not only the metal case, but the crystal as well.

However there are two caveats.

The first is that if you plan to use this watch for business wear, you need to be aware that the stainless steel on the Submariner will scratch, especially on the wrist bracelet. If you have nice things, you have to take care of them.


The second caveat is more important. Like Achilles, this watch does have a weakness – the winding crown.  While screwed in place, the crown guard does a great job of protecting it, but while unscrewed (for winding or changing the time) it is the one delicate part of the watch you will come in contact with.  Remember to treat it gently. This will save you the embarrassment and expense of an unnecessary repair.


An added benefit, chicks dig the watch


Labradors dig the watch too. When I can’t find my Submariner I know it’s because my Chocolate Lab “borrowed” it. (She is after all, a "watch dog.")


My Chocolate Lab is a little far-sighted resulting in nose prints on the crystal. Fortunately she periodically licks them off. (The watch reads 7 pm, that's really 2 am in dog time.)


"So when are we going to get a Rolex Pepsi GMT like Tom Selleck’s?"


Detail close up of my Submariner, sans nose prints, next to my wedding ring for scale.






-J.P.

Saturday, September 16, 2006

On Wet Shaving, men's stuff part two



In the movie Bull Durham, one of the main characters states that “the world is not made for those of us cursed with self-awareness.” Wet shaving is just the opposite. Wet shaving is suited for the man who wants to elevate his everyday life above the pedestrian. It adds pleasure to the day’s routine, provides a pensive time for the thinking man, and results in a much closer shave.

First let me define wet shaving for the unwashed. Wet shaving is using a shaving brush, shaving soap and hot water to properly lather the face for shaving. It takes more time than the alternative shaving methods, but the results are a closer shave with less skin irritation and a more pleasurable experience.

I first became aware of wet shaving in 1985 when I attended mountaineering and rappelling school on Cheju-Do Island. I was an army sergeant at the time assigned to the Joint Security Area on the Korean DMZ. The school was a junket of sorts, a reward for good job performance.

Multiple courses were going on at the same time, and students from different courses shared the same sleeping barracks. Sharing our barracks were a bunch of Brits who seemed to be undergoing a more serious course than ours. For the most part they kept to themselves. They looked fit, with a bit of a roughish air, but they were disciplined, not unruly. What I remember most about them was that they had these beautiful wet packs (shaving kits) which seemed in stark contrast to the rest of their appearance and demeanor.

Their use of a shaving brush, and the lathering up of the soap with hot water got my attention. It struck me as an elegant solution to a daily chore. I remember it also made me feel dissatisfied with my can of foam and throw away razor.

Years later my wife gave me gave me wet shaving gear for my birthday. Since I was new to wet shaving, she gave me shaving soap from two companies (Geo F. Trumper and D.R. Harris) so I could decide what I liked better. For the actual shaving gear, she gave me an Edwin Jagger set (similar to the set pictured at the start of this post). Over time, she gave me additional gear (for Christmas or birthdays) so that I now own my own a complete travel set of Trumpers gear.

At this point I should say that wet shaving gear can be expensive (Best badger hair brushes can be pricey.) For many that’s part of its allure. It’s both snobbish and traditional. Some of the companies supplying the gear have been around for over 100 years and hold Royal Warrants. New comers to the practice will find a wide variety of products available.

For me the main appeal is that what used to be a tiresome delay in my morning, is now a pleasure. For the ten minutes it takes me to wet shave, I contemplate my objectives for the day as I enjoy the tactile sensation of the warm foam and smell of the soap. I also enjoy the feeling that I know something the great majority of men don’t know. Vanity also comes into play. The result is a much closer shave than that possible by using canned foam. And let us not forget, that when other men see your shaving gear at the gym, the invariable response is “Is that your gear? Coool…”

As for the actual mechanics of wet shaving, the secret to a good wet shave are simple. One, use plenty of hot water; and two, let the soap and razor do the work. Don’t press down with razor like you do with foam from a can. (In this regard it’s like golf where you let the club do the work.)

The shaving soap can be purchased in both hard soap (in a wooden bowl), or in cream (either in a tub or travel tube). A wooden bowl of hard soap can last a long time if you’re frugal minded. The cream is more expensive as you go through your supply much faster. Both types of soap are available in a variety of odor types.

There are various methods of shaving, and I won’t cover them here. It suffices to say that the shaver decides what method is best for him. Mine is simply three passes for reduction: One with the grain of the beard (down). The second pass is sideways, from the outside of the face (ears) towards the center (mouth). The last pass is against the grain (up). I lather fully for each pass.

After reduction I put on skin food. Skin food helps seal and protect your skin after the shave. After sampling different products, I finally settled on Trumper’s Extract of Limes Skin Food. I also do any finishing required using the skin food to elevate low level bristle in the fat of the cheeks or other difficult areas.

Finally on Cologne. If it’s a normal business day, I put on Trumper’s West Indian Extract of Limes Cologne which is very subtle. If I’m going out on a date with my wife, or a social occasion, then I use D.R. Harris’s Arlington Cologne which is more “declarative.” Both are citrus based.

Geo F. Trumper has been around since 1875 on Curzon Street in London, and has held Royal Warrants from various monarchs. Trumper’s is probably the single most recognized name in wet shaving and is considered by many to be the apex.

On the business of Royal Warrants; Royal Warrants are given to companies (tradesmen) who sell goods or services for at least five years to the British Royal Family. All business is conducted on a strictly commercial basis. (No freebies for the Royals.) The warrant symbolizes an endorsement by the Royal that can be used by the company. The Royal receives no compensation for the warrant. Currently, three members of the Royal Family grant warrants; Her Royal Majesty the Queen, the Prince of Wales, and the Duke of Edinburgh. The Queen Mother, recently deceased, also granted warrants. The warrants from the Queen Mother will continue for five years past her death.

What does a Royal Warrant mean in American English? By plucking down thirty bucks for a tub of shaving cream you can skip the six-degrees-of-separation stuff and claim you have something directly in common with the Queen.

The second company I’ve mentioned is D.R. Harris. D.R. Harris has been around since 1790 on St. James Street and like Trumpers has held numerous Royal Warrants. Its latest warrant was granted in 2002 by HRH Prince of Wales. It also has a colorful history as it is located in the “heart of the Gentleman’s Clubland” in London. Part of their product line used to be eye drops and Pick-Me-Up elixir to perk up a Gentleman after a hard night of frolic in the clubs. The eye drops have been discontinued, but the Pick-Me-Up is still available. D.R. Harris proudly boasts to having supplied the needs of customers ranging from “Ambassadors and Statesmen, Field Marshals and Admirals, to rakes and dandies – all those who appreciate quality and distinction.”

While the evolution of internet commerce is a welcomed benefit to those of us not living in London, there are three basic problems you will face getting started. One is that a website cannot give you the ability to actually smell or sample the product prior to buying. The best you can do is to carefully read the description of the product before ordering. The second issue is that for some reason Brit’s haven’t really figured out how to design effective websites. You will find both the Trumper and D.R. Harris sites cumbersome. Finally, you will be left the task of teaching yourself, by trail an error, your own best practices for wet shaving.

If you’re fortunate enough to live in the Austin Texas area, there is a specialty shop called Enchante that carries both Trumper and D.R. Harris. It’s owned by Charles & Jean Roberts, and if you set up an appointment, Charles will help you get started. He also does wet shaving clinics for new practitioners of the art. Charles is very enthusiastic about converting the unwashed heathens of the world to saved souls who practice wet shaving. In fact he practically militant about it. His mode of operandi can be best described as highly energetic and earnest. (Oh and a word of caution, stay off politics.)

A complementary word on Charles’ store…In January 2004 I was shopping in New York City during a cold front and I stepped into a store specializing in men’s shaving gear to duck out of the cold. I forget the name of the store, but it was across the street from the Brooks Brother’s store on Madison Avenue. I remember noticing the New York Store’s selection was not as intensive as Charles’ store in Austin. In short, you may find a pilgrimage to Austin worthwhile.

The only alternative I’m aware of to an Austin shaving clinic is to set an appointment and travel to Trumper’s barbershop in London which could be considerably more expensive and time consuming.

Finally, there are numerous providers of wet shaving stuff. I did not mean to suggest that you should limit your search to Trumper’s or D.R. Harris. I meant only to show the example of my own travel and preferences in this area. Additional merchants include Truefitt & Hill (which also holds a Royal Warrant), Coate’s, Taylor of Bond Street, and Simpsons Brushes, just to name a few. Some of the providers can be purchased at department stores like Nordstrom. And then there a number of companies that have sprung up across the U.S. like “The Art of Shaving.”

If by writing this I have saved one poor soul from the boorish practice of extracting foam from a can, or worse, electric shaving, then my work here is done.

John P.



Sunday, September 03, 2006

The Barbour Beaufort Jacket, men's stuff part one


If you’re an ex-military guy, you probably had an old comfortable field jacket or parka that you miss. The good news is that you can get that feeling back with a Barbour Beaufort Jacket. A Barbour is comfortable, durable, and good layering against the cold.

In the U.S., unless you’re a dog person or a horse person, chances are you haven’t been exposed to Barbour. At most you may have read an online reference to Barbour by someone trying to ape English style or behavior.

For the untutored, Barbour is a Brit clothing outfit best known for its wax jackets, in particular the Beaufort Jacket. (Think Jaeger LeCoultre and how it’s synonymous for its Reverso Watch.) The company has a history dating back to the 1890s and had a surge in popularity in the 1980s when prep hit its heyday. Thanks to the internet and its availability through Orvis, Barbour is also now going through a resurgence of sorts.

The Barbour Beaufort is a good field jacket and casual overcoat. Most men will take an instant love to it. What it is not, regardless of what some people on the internet tell you, is an entrance to high society or some other lofty perch. I have had maitre d’s and hotel clerks sniff down at my trusty Sylkoil Beaufort, completely unaware they were supposed to have been impressed at my good taste and breeding.

The claim to the Barbour fashionable-elite-standing comes from the fact that it holds three Royal Warrants (Her Majesty the Queen, The Duke of Edinburgh, & The Prince of Wales). The present CEO family member, Margaret Barbour, has also been named a Dame Commander of the order of the British Empire. So if you’re an anglophile, there you go.

Sylkoil vs. Egyptian Cotton

The Barbour Beaufort Jacket comes in several materials, but I will limit my discussion to the two waxed finish materials: Sylkoil (the Classic Beaufort Jacket)& Waxed Egyptian cotton (the Beaufort Original Jacket).

My old Barbour is a Sylkoil Classic Beaufort Jacket -pictured right. It is the darker (green) color of the two (almost brown), and is supposed to have been the original material used by John Barbour at the turn of the century. It reminds me of an Army Parka or one of the old Army OD Green field jackets. Since I intended it for my yearly visits to New England, I deliberately bought it too big. This allowed for comfortable movement while wearing heavy layering, such as a liner and a heavy sweater. After breaking it in, I sent the jacket to Barbour (in New Hampshire), and had the sleeves taken in by 3 centimeters. At the same time I had leather lining put on the cuffs, pockets and bottom of the coat to prevent fraying.

A word of caution on sending in your jacket to Barbour, expect a long delay. These guys aren’t quick. I sent it in during late spring of that year, and got it back in September but only after I had the Orvis clerk contact her Barbour rep about it. When I got it back, it had a “Rush” tag on it. I’m sure the tag was an attempt at humor.

As I had already worn the jacket for a season, I also had Barbour re-wax it, which brings me to the next item: it is a waxed jacket.

Some people, quite understandably, may not care for the idea of wearing an article of clothing that has wax on it. A waxed jacket also has its own distinctive smell which people may not care for. For those reasons the waxed Beaufort will never replace the LL Bean Parka with the U.S. population.

The wax also causes permanent creases in the material which will eventually become stress tears; and the wax wears out with time. As a result the jacket has to be re-waxed periodically. Barbour recommends the entire jacket be re-waxed once a year, however admits each individual may differ. They also recommend that touch ups be applied as dry spots appear.

If you’re going to have your jacket altered, make sure you wear it for a season before having the work done. The wax creases will shorten the length of the sleeves and alter the drape of the jacket.

In addition to having the factory do it, I have also re-waxed the jacket myself. The key is to it is: a) not make a mess – clean as you go, and b) allow plenty of time for the jacket to dry. Barbour sells its own wax tins for this purpose, and provides step by step instructions for the process.

Obviously not everyone will want to bother with a jacket needing this type of maintenance. (Some owners never bother with re-waxing and are content to lose the proofing. You can identify them by the faded appearance of the jacket and the lack of a wax shine.)

I originally chose the Sylkoil version of the jacket because it looked more like a field jacket. It felt more broken in from the start and draped better. I also found the darker color more masculine.

This year, I bought a second Beaufort, this time in waxed Egyptian cotton-pictured left. The "Beaufort Original" version is a brighter green and appears shinier from the start. It has a more “dressy” and modern (urban) appearance. It looks like a green raincoat. It also feels stiffer than the sylkoil version when new.
I intend to use it for business casual dress. I did not buy it over-sized, but I did buy the matching hood and liner.

This version is what most people think of when they think of a Barbour Beaufort.

In closing, the Barbour Beaufort may come with a small Barbour lapel-badge-pin in the pocket. This is a nod for people who need legible clothing. Owners with this need can remove the lapel-badge from the pocket and pin it to the corduroy lapel. This announces to the world that they are indeed wearing a Barbour Jacket.

Don’t wear the pin.

(For related content read "How to Wax your Barbour Beaufort Jacket," post dated November 15, 2007. It gives step by step insructions on how to wax your jacket, along with helpful tips.)


JP

Breaking in my second Beaufort
by a geyser at Yellowstone
Photo credit, The Little Woman

Friday, March 10, 2006

Lost and Found



While cleaning out some home files I ran across this forgotten poetry gem from my military days.
Flak Rackham, the guy who wrote it, was a medic I knew while assigned to B. Company, 12th Special Forces Group (circa 1985-87); and even in a company full of eccentrics he stood out as "colorful."
It will never win a poetry award, but there’s something about “Acolytes of destiny’s Icarine conviction,” that I’ve always liked.








Icarus is Alive in Freefall

Never born with wings to fly
Picked by fate we fall
Acolytes of destiny’s Icarine conviction
Daredevils devoted
Plunging through the void
Spread-eagled sacrifice
Crashing crucifixion

Fallen angels dream they fly
This folly we will share
Spare us savior parachute
Lest you fail to function
Pluck us gently from the air
Bring us down to earth
Ecstasy’s survivors
Preserved in extreme unction


Flak Rackham
Staff Sergeant

B Co. 12th Special Forces Group
Circa 1986


Apropos. I sometimes think about the following poem by Lord Byron when I’m walking at night, feeling a little melancholy, and remember old friends and the fun we had doing FTXs.  

We’ll Go No More A-Roving

So we’ll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself must rest.

Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we’ll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.


Lord Byron



Sunday, February 12, 2006

The Death of Saab


Below are comments I posted on another site discussing the death of Saab. The string was composed of Saab owners lamenting GM’s ownership of Saab, and GM’s myopic failure to understand what Saab owners want from a Saab-

I own a Saab 9-5, in silver of course.

I’ve had an interest in Saabs since reading the James Bond books written by James Gardner in the 1980s. In these books, James Bond drove a Saab 900, which was referred to as the “Silver Beast.”

On the other item being discussed, GM, I also worked technology for a GM sub-contractor for approximately one year during the 9-11 economic downturn. The year I worked for the GM sub-contractor was around the time period GM acquired full ownership of Saab.

My strongest impression was this; I was amazed that at a time when GM was losing large amounts of money, the middle-management-team was flying around in private jets at a cost of approximately $7200 per-air-hour. I also remember a visit by the GM head of North America. In his entourage, he actually had a lackey in a cheap suit following him around taking photos. You’d think Eisenhower had landed at Normandy. I didn’t get a warm fuzzy about these GM guys, just bad karma.

G.W. Bush has been accused of living in a “bubble.” Believe me; you haven’t seen a bubble until you’ve seen the isolation bubble GM executives live in.

I get loaner cars from my Saab dealer when they’re performing service on my 9-5. The new Saabs don’t feel as solid as my seven year old car. I’ve also noticed specific quality deficiencies like buttons not being aligned properly, or the steering wheel adjustment lever being made of incredibly cheap plastic. One time, on a loaner, the turn signal was particularly loud, clanky and obnoxious. I inquired with the service manager, and he confirmed that the turn signal was indeed a GM part.

Sadly, when the time comes to replace the Saab, I’m doubtful another Saab will be purchased. The two strong contenders to take its place are BMW and Audi. I’m positive neither BMW nor Audi would permit a GM clanky turn signal to invade their cars interiors because of a misdirected attempt to control costs. (You win the battle of the component cost, but you lose the war- selling the customer.)

Imagine a doltish corporate suit saying, "We’re going to make a Mercedes on the cheap!” Well if you make a cheap Mercedes, it’s not a Mercedes anymore, is it? You put a Chevy turn signal in my Saab, it’s not a Saab anymore. Capiche?

Recently Kirk Kerkorian, who owns approx 10% of GM, has recommended GM sell Saab as part of a plan to return the thickheaded company to profitability.

My hope for Saab is that GM will sell it, and that new owners will bring back the magic and quality. I particularly miss the distinct long bonnet nose of the old 900s. You can still see a hint of that in my 9-5. It’s gone in the short stubby nose of the new 9-3s. I also think all Saabs should have airplane cockpit like ergonomics and the ignition key in the center, not on the console. At one time the advertisement for Saab said, “The most intelligent car ever built.” Sadly, I don’t think that can be said today thanks to GM’s destruction of the company.

JP

Learn more about James Bond's "Silver Beast:"
http://commanderbond.net/Public/Stories/2284-1.shtml

(Photo and beta-reading credit: The Little Woman.)