Saturday, May 30, 2026

Arrogance and bad judgement

My town of Park City is slightly under 9,000 people strong, so we have one elected mayor and five city council members. 

Last week, this fine group of people decided to vote themselves a big raise in salary, a move quite legal as under Utah law and Park City’s municipal code, the mayor and city council are legally authorized to vote on their own compensation, provided the process follows open‑meeting and budget‑approval requirements, which it did.

That vote to more than double the salaries of Park City’s elected officials has been deeply troubling to me. Mayor Ryan Dickey’s annual compensation will jumped from $55,209 to $116,666, while councilors’ pays rose from $28,520 to $58,333. 

These figures place Park City far above peer ski towns and even larger cities like Phoenix and Dallas, where mayors earn less despite far greater responsibilities. What makes this decision worse is the timing. Only months into their terms, the majority chose to enrich themselves rather than wait until the next election cycle. 

This erodes public trust and creates the appearance of self‑dealing. Only one councilor, Bill Ciraco (left on the photo), dissented, reminding us that public service is meant to be service, not a full‑time career with executive‑level pay. Arrogance might be tolerated. Bad judgment might be forgiven. 

But arrogance combined with bad judgment is a dangerous mix. Parkites should remember this vote when the next election arrives. Accountability is the only antidote.

Friday, May 29, 2026

Trump’s mental decline

After watching the aftermath of the US-Israeli war against Iran, it has become quite clear to me that Trump bit more than he could chew by attacking the Iranian and had absolutely no clue what his move would entail. 

Now, he found himself stuck with having discovered that the Iranian rulers could mess up the global oil and gas supply, considering they had won the conflict and remained much more resilient than his white-supremacist view had led him to believe.

Further, he’s also caught with what to do with a large supply of enriched uranium that he said has “buried” during his first bombing, but no one is certain about its exact current location. Finally he’s been zigzagging so much about the state of negotiation with Iran. that he’s now lost any credibility he never had to start with. 
 
To me, this erratic reasoning is a clear indication of Trump’s mental decline and it now makes him a dangerous individual on account of the US nuclear arsenal that is left at his fingertips.

Thursday, May 28, 2026

A resurrected 2cv?

After reminiscing about my 2cv years, a former schoolmate and a friend teased me with the news that an EV version of my beloved car from yesteryear might be coming back, at least in Europe! I checked, and the rumor seemed true as Citroën’s CEO Thierry Koskas had recently hinted at the return of the minimalist car, citing the model's global recognition as a marketing advantage not to be missed. 

This move that stands as a reversal in Citroën's position appears to have been prompted by the remarkable success of the retro-inspired Renault 5 electric hatchback. The R5 has become an immediate hit in France, with nearly 10,000 units sold in its first full month on sale, showing strong market demand for affordable electric vehicles with nostalgic appeal.

According to automotive sources, the electric 2cv is expected to more closely mirror its classic counterpart's distinctive design by borrowing several design cues from the original 2cv, including its distinctive headlights and vent-like indentations across the wings. 

While the original 2cv was designed as the minimum viable product required to bring mobility to rural post-war France, this ethos of simplicity and affordability will be central to the new model's development, particularly relevant as rising EV prices have pushed electric mobility beyond the reach of many buyers. 

To achieve competitive pricing, the new 2cv would likely use Stellantis's cost-cutting Smart Car platform, which currently underpins the ë-C3, Fiat Grande Panda, and Vauxhall Frontera. Its electric power-train is expected to prioritize efficiency over performance, enabling the use of a smaller, more affordable battery pack. 

While no official launch date has been announced, industry analysts think a typical four-year development cycle would put the electric 2cv on track for a 2028 debut -coinciding with the 80th anniversary of the original car's unveiling at the Paris motor show. We’ll see...

Wednesday, May 27, 2026

Bringing AI to the rescue

Recently, my solar panel system stopped producing. The cause was its inverter that turns AC into DC current which broke down. I contacted the installer, someone was sent at my house to find the inverter faulty but still under warranty and requested a return authorization. Ten days later they came to install a replacement one and everything was back to normal. 

It’s only another week later that I received and invoice for $670. At first they sent me just the amount, then as I requested an itemized bill, I realized that I was charged for elements that should have been free under warranty, so after reading again the contract I had signed 6 years ago, I realized that under warranty, the charges were questionable. 

That’s when I sent a clear explanation of the situation along with a PDF copy of my contract to AI and in 2 or 3 seconds received a complete analysis and a detailed course of action, including a letter to the installer spelling that I was requesting the annulment of the invoice. 

It took a few more back and forth with that AI and then another one, mostly to make sure I was on solid ground, until the installer agreed to cancel the bill. 

Had I asked an attorney to do that work, I would have received less quality help and been charged $2,000. Thank you AI!

Tuesday, May 26, 2026

Accidental death of a potgut

For those not familiar with the Rocky Mountains region, what's called a “potgut” is a rodent with a popular name derived from their apparent fat looking belly. a so-called ground squiirel. In fact, they are known in scientific circles as Uinta ground squirrels, are primarily herbivorous, and mostly eat grass, seeds, and leaves.

They disappear from view in August and return in April or May. In between, they are supposed to hibernate. Not a bad life! Their only problem is that they’re close to the ground and even though they can stand up on their hind-legs to see a bit farther, crossing a road can be a dangerous endeavor. Many get ran over that way. 

So yesterday, as we were walking, we saw one laying flattened in the gutter. A sad story that made me think “Do potguts go to Heaven?” So, I imagined our flat little fellow, showing up at the Pearly Gates and welcomed by Saint Peter. 

  • St. Peter: Hi, who are you? 
  • Potgut: I’m what they call a Potgut in Utah 
  • St. Peter: Never heard of that… 
  • Potgout: Do you speak Latin? 
  • St. Peter: Yeah, I used to live in Rome… 
  • Potgut: I’m a Urocitellus armatus 
  • St. Peter: What happened to you? 
  • Potgut: I got ran over by a Tesla driven well over the speed limit! 
  • St. Peter: I see, that’s too bad, next time pay attention! Wait a second and let me see what I can do for you… I could put you upstairs, it’s the comfy version of Eternity… Here you go, there’s a tiny vacant corner available for you. 
  • Potgut: I need a lot of sleep, is there a good bed there? 
  • St. Peter: Well the company that dwells upstairs is pretty boring. not fun at all, so sleeping is a great option! 
  • Potgut: Can I do it eternally? 
  • St. Peter: Just tell the chambermaid when you get there and she’ll set you up! Let me get you your key...

Monday, May 25, 2026

From septuagenarian to octogenarian (Par Two)

While I agree with most of the general points discussed in my previous blog, my outlook to the transition from septuagenarian to octogenarian years is different in the way it adds to these steps. First, I remain acutely aware that the time left for me is disappearing quickly and becomes increasingly precious. Therefore I cannot waste it unproductively. 

This doesn’t mean that I plan to return to work, but each of my actions, even the ones seemingly unproductive, like meditating, sleeping well, or deep thinking are extremely valuable to me. This forces me to get many things done and by treating the use of my time as so precious, it turns into a skilled game from which I get mentally rewarded from it like all players do. 

Then, there is my view of the inexorable physical decline that is beyond my control and just a function of aging. While I don’t like this evolution I’m learning to accept it and transmute it into something positive. 

As a result, I recently decided to turn it on its head and aim for placing the rest of my life on a trajectory in “crescendo” until everything stops, so I’m not disappearing vanquished, but up into a rewarding kind of glory. Why? Because I see that remaining time like a chance to repair all that’s wrong or not so nice in myself. 

From turning fear into love, to learning skills that I still could use, from being a much better person to the people I come in contact with, either daily or occasionally. I keep busy filling the “negative holes” in my life with positive traits and still trying to get better at so many things that are leaving room for improvement. 

Expending this effort is not really hard, because I’ve long seen any obstacle as a hurdle challenging me to overcome it, and in the process, get better and learn something from these efforts that are a continuation of my competitive make-up. All this keeps me enormously busy and constantly behind the eight ball in a stimulating way. 

In conclusion, this outlook—gained over the years through mindfulness and disciplined meditation—keeps me going, making me wish that I will die one day filled with happiness and as healthy as possible for my age, physically, mentally and cognitively. So now, you’ve got the full program!

Sunday, May 24, 2026

From septuagenarian to octogenarian (Part One)

In a few days my hometown friends that are my age will get together to share a big lunch at a restaurant located on the East shore of the lake of Montriond to reflect on their fleeting seventies (all of them were born in 1947 – a great year for wine – but many have already turned seventy-nine. That means one last year before turning eighty. 

Wow! While most of us never believed this would happen, that transition from septuagenarian to octogenarian is a profound milestone. It marks an official entry into late-stage adulthood where physiological shifts intersect with noticeable social change and deep emotional resilience, offering a unique blend of wisdom, slower pacing, and personal liberation if we only focus on the good sides of that life stage. 

Of course, it’s hard to accept and see the gradual decline experienced by our bodies in muscle mass and bone density, bringing a heightened emphasis on fall prevention, mobility support, and nutrition. Not just that, but our metabolism slows down, making the conservation of energy and regular, low-impact exercise more important than ever.

True, multiple studies show octogenarians reporting less worry, lower stress, and greater emotional stability than everyone younger than us. Years of fun, sometimes suffering and accumulated life experience create a natural aptitude for emotional regulation, mental stability and a more realistic view of how we see our changed situations. 

Gradually, many of us begin to develop a sharper appreciation for simple, everyday joys, prioritizing peace, appreciation over performance and perfection. Still, our available time is shrinking daily in ways that are so visible that it can be scary at times, as well as a similar shrinkage in our social circles because of natural loss or declining health limitations. 

Now, our connections become highly intentional. Octogenarians often favor deep, meaningful conversations over seeing a quantity of people. It’s also true that both retirement and reduced societal expectations provide the ultimate permission to pursue personal passions, self-discovery, hobbies, and community engagement at one's own pace and this to us also mean a healthy switch to quality over quantity. 

Tomorrow, I’ll try to explain how I prepare for that transition a bit differently...

Saturday, May 23, 2026

Flying the American flag upside down

Supreme Court Justice Samuel Alito made himself infamous by flying the US flag upside down at his property in association with Trump’s "Stop the Steal" movement. Today, one of my neighbors did the same to protest the illegal action of our demented president, so this begs the question about the origin and meaning of such an action. 

Flying the American flag upside down has two primary meanings: it used to be officially a distress signal for extreme danger to life or property, but has now evolved into becoming a popular symbol of political protest. Indeed, under the US Flag Code, flying the flag upside down is a recognized signal of dire distress in instances of extreme danger to life or property. 

Historically, this originated as a maritime distress signal, functioning similarly to an "SOS." However today, it has mostly morphed into a symbol of political protest. In recent years, the inverted flag has been widely adopted by individuals across the political spectrum to signal that they believe the country is in crisis, or to protest the actions or direction of the government. 

Because the intended meaning depends entirely on my neighbor's context, the safest way to determine why he flies his flag upside-down is to simply ask him, which I have yet to do. I guess I’m not concerned about his immediate safety, so I won’t be checking in to make sure he’s not experiencing an emergency. 

From what I know of him, he must simply be extremely mad at Trump and exhausted by his behavior. As for me, you might wonder how I fly my US flag? Simple, I don’t have one, I’m considering myself a citizen of the world. That’s all!

Friday, May 22, 2026

Four years worth of EV

Hard to believe, but I’ve been driving an electric car for more than four years! Time fly it’s true but when things go well it goes even faster, at least that's what my wife thinks as she still can’t believe we’ve had that car for so long. 

Consumption? Tires, probably, windshield wipers and cleaner and that’s it. Nothing aside from these. A touch screen replacing a multitude of buttons spread all over a cockpit takes some time to get used to, but once learned it’s no longer a problem!

The automobile starts on command regardless of how cold it’s outside, when I don’t forget to preheat it in my cold garage it feels warm and ready to take me anywhere I want to go. Its safety and self-driving features are both wonderful and addictive. 

After recently driving an ICE car for 1,300 miles, I would never switch back to a fossil fuel powered car or even a hybrid. There are also more and more chargers around, so refill anxiety is no longer a problem and the only negative about owning the car I own and love is that I still hate Elon Musk...

Thursday, May 21, 2026

The evolving Avoriaz’s image (Part Two)

The reindeer as Avoriaz mascots were short lived when it was realized that they couldn’t find good sustenance and climate in Avoriaz, in fact a few ran away and had to be wrestled back from nearby Switerland. At the same time, as the resort grew in popularity, a switch has to be made to horse-drawn sleigh from the valley with their owner-conductors. 

That explain why the reindeer logo was dropped, even though the visual could have been switch to stylized silhouettes of skiers, snowboarders, mountain climbers, mountain bike riders, etc, as they exist Olympic-style. 

In addition, the local ski school caved in from the French ski instructor syndicate to adopt their national uniform, the town of Morzine forced also the issue of merging its name with Avoriaz creating a new logo and jettisoned all the previous Avoriaz specific branding. 

The “Festival du Film Fantastique” (Sci-Fi film festival) was also a flimsy attempt to attract the French celebrities to the resort and lost it reason of being as the lodging grew but not in terms of quality and amenities that well-to-do skiers were looking for. 

In the process, Avoriaz became the perfect product tour operators were looking for, sacrificing the more ritzy type of clientele targeted initially, thus accelerating the stagnation of its lodging quality that was quickly no longer in line with a more affluent clientele’s expectation. 

It’s also that Avoriaz found itself diluted with the giant interconnect “Portes de Soleil” that also blurred its unique image. The “British invasion” spurred by Easy Jet creating a hub in Geneva over the ashes of Swissair didn’t help either, bringing herds of loud and young kids to the mountain. 

With more care and a more robust strategy, Avoriaz could have remained a ski resort like Courchevel or St. Moritz in Switzerland, but the appeal of a quick, easy buck is probably what persuaded developer Gérard Brémond to change course and go with mass tourism (including Club Med) and alter his initial plans, so the rest is now history...

Wednesday, May 20, 2026

The evolving Avoriaz’s image (Part One)

From its inception in 1963, the French ski resort of Avoriaz had a very strong and very distinct branding that really placed it ahead of its times from a marketing standpoint. This was later abandoned by plain laziness, lack of good thinking and proper decision-making, but this is just my opinion. 

What remains true is that Avoriaz’s original branding was anchored in its avant-garde architecture, being entirely car-free, and promoting a skier’s hideaway or aerie (repère de skieurs) with its location over a cliff promontory and the exotic, albeit gratuitous reindeer-drawn sleigh as part of its logo. 

It’s widely believed that the first logo, depicting the stylized reindeer was designed in the mid-1960s under the direction of Gérard Brémond, Avoriaz developer. Unlike traditional resorts that outsourced their communication to external agencies, 

Avoriaz's initial graphic identity was created directly within the Avoriaz Architecture Studio (led by Jacques Labro, Jean-Jacques Orzoni, and Jean-Marc Roques). The choice of the reindeer, was a bit of a fluke and it stemmed directly from the concept of a 100% pedestrian-friendly resort. In 1966, to ensure transfers on the car-free slopes, Gérard Brémond brought real reindeer from Lapland to pull the few sleds available and that’s the reason why the animal thus became the resort's immediate graphic symbol. 

The original design played on visual ambiguity as the clean, geometric lines of the animal's antlers were drawn asymmetrically to directly echo the broken lines and silhouette of the resort's first buildings (Hôtel des Dromonts). A few years later, for advertising posters and graphic variations, they used graphic artists to refine and solidify this unique and avant-garde visual identity. 

The branding treatment was mirroring Avoriaz modernity like no other ski resort. The personnel even wore black and orange uniforms! One key Avoriaz employee, the late François Fallin, became a critical artist who tirelessly hand-painted most of the ski resort signage in white lettering bordered by a yellow and orange stripe with rounded corners keeping branding consistent and unique for many years…

Tomorrow, we’ll see why Avoriaz branding has devolved and what should have done instead...

Tuesday, May 19, 2026

Watching the Eurovision Song Contest

The last Eurovision contest I might have seen happened sometime between 1967 and 1975, but it’s not quite clear to me. Since my parents only got a TV in 1967, it had to be at that time that I began to watch the show. 

Before that I knew that the Italian singer Gigliola Cinquetti had won the 1964 Contest for Italy with her song "Non ho l'età". She was followed by France Gall in 1965 with "Poupée de cire, poupée de son" but after that my memory gets blurry and I might have watched the 1967, 1968 and maybe some other Contests before I moved to America in 1977, but I can’t really remember. 

Did I even see ABBA’s Waterloo in 1974, I’m not quite sure. I simply thought I enjoyed watching the few shows I had a chance to see when I was young and into pop culture, but since then the Eurovision Song Contest moved out of my musical environment. 

It was until last weekend when I watched a good portion of the 70th Contest in Vienna that I could appreciate what the 2026 version was bringing to the public through YouTube for the first time. I wasn’t thrilled with all the “engineered” and overproduced songs that failed to make me want to watch next year’s program. 

I would say that Bulgarian singer Dara who won this year’s contest with her party anthem "Bangaranga", had the least bad performance of the show, but that doesn’t say much. She beat out Israel's Noam Bettan, which I thought was really bad and Australia's Delta Goodrem, who placed second and third, respectively. 

Like many, I wondered why Australia was even part of Eurovision, but it’s allegedly because the down-under country loves that show and of the longstanding broadcast efforts of the Australian network SBS, which has aired the event since 1983. Now, you know everything about me and the Eurovision song competition! 

Monday, May 18, 2026

Break in solar electricity production

Unbeknownst to us, our solar inverter broke down on March 16. The inverter is a critical component that converts direct current (DC) electricity produced by solar panels into alternating current (AC), which is used by our home and sends the excess to the utility grid. It functions as the "brain" of the system, enabling, managing, and monitoring electricity usage. 

I should have known it if I had looked at my app telling me about the functionality of our solar electricity production, but I was simply assuming that all was well. It’s just in April that I checked it and realized that nothing was going on, then, a few days later I got the monthly bill from the power company telling me that I was owing three times the amount I normally paid when my solar system worked. 

I called the company that installed the system and ten days later they came to replace the faulty inverter and restore the natural cycle fed by our indefatigable sun. For those of you considering installing solar panels, be aware that there are two ways to convert current, one with a central inverter like ours or one smaller inverter per panel (a much better idea because it’s preferable to have one panel done instead of the entire system!) 

Now we’re back in full production and thanking the sun, our solar device and the human brains that have thought about that power conversion and made it such a practical and useful invention!

Sunday, May 17, 2026

My veggie garden

Our vegetable garden is 250 square feet small, but still represents some real work to set it up and aerate early season, fence and feed it as well as irrigate it regularly during our long and sometimes hot summers. So are all these efforts really worth it? 

For the moment, I’d say yes, but I’m not sure that’s quite true given all the hard work and expenses involved. So what am I hoping to get with continuing this gardening habit of ours that started some 20 years ago? 

For one thing, crop diversity isn’t a priority, as we focus on lettuce, strawberries and herbs given the small area we’re dealing with and the mountain’s rather brief growing season. 

Still what we get is fantastically fresh and tasting good, plus we know what made it grow and we enjoy caring for our tiny crops and harvesting them. 

I’ve also learned patience through tending a veggie garden as there aren’t many shortcuts available but letting time, sunshine and enough water work their way as we would expect them to. So, even if our lettuce, parsley, rosemary and strawberry are far from cheap, we value them for being ours and very tasty, so that’s why I decided yesterday that, God willing, I’ll continue tending our veggie garden until I turn 80…

Saturday, May 16, 2026

The extra effort

It is amazing how sometimes, when we’re seemingly tired and are done for the day, a little extra effort can accomplish and for certainty, will add up in what we accomplished. I was reminded of it a few days ago as I was aerating our veggie garden, a yearly chore that I loathe. 

If I were putting my mind to it, I could still find mental and physical resources that would add up to a lot and make a huge difference in the job produced. I disregarded my internal calls for indulging into self-satisfaction and self-praise and leaving the job at a level substantially and quantitatively lower, but somehow mustered the resources to produce that magical extra effort. 

Was it the remnant of a habit I had observed in my family when I was a kid or that I have instinctively maintained throughout my adult life? Quite possibly, but it was still there to give me a head-start the next day when I would return to that job. I was just amazed about it and perhaps that amazement was amply justified. It made me realize that this “extra effort” is rarely about strength. 

It’s about intention. It’s about that quiet decision to lean in rather than step back, even when no one is watching and no one will praise us for it. And perhaps that is why it feels so strangely satisfying: because it reconnects us with a part of ourselves that refuses to settle for the minimum. Is it also a form of guilt? Quite possibly. A part of us that still believes in doing things well, not for recognition, but because it shapes who we are and want to stay. 

As I grow older, I’m increasingly aware that these small choices accumulate. They become a kind of personal signature — the way we show up in the world, even in the most mundane tasks. Maybe that’s why the moment struck me as it reminded me that I’m still capable of that little surge of purpose, that quiet insistence on doing things properly. 

And that, in itself, felt like a gift. In the end, the extra effort wasn’t about the veggie garden at all. It was about remembering that there is always a little more inside us than we think — a reserve we only discover when we choose to reach for it.

Friday, May 15, 2026

The “2cv mentality”

Believe it or not, I’ve learned an awful lot from owning and driving a Citroen 2cv. 

It made me an efficiency freak with its undepowered, smartly engineered and inspiring design, literally from top to bottom. 

All life long it has made me longing for efficiency in all kinds of domains, from house design, to all kinds of objects and devices and has made me a much better consumer while developing in me an unending quest for the best ratio between design and performance. 

It’s been a catalyst of sort for me, like many other objects or situations can be for many others. 

Thank you, lowly 2cv!

Thursday, May 14, 2026

The little boy goes to China

The man with the IQ of a six-year old, beginning to show some serious signs of senility, that love to demolish things first, think about the consequences afterwards and still doesn’t understand basic arithmetic, is in China to meet and negotiate with Xi Jinping.

Both men are supposed to discuss a variety of very important topics including commerce between the US and China and of course an exit ramp for that insane US-Israeli war in Iran.

Xi is likely to smile as a way to manipulate Trump, flattering him, getting exactly what he wants while showing his contempt for a man he profoundly disrespect. 

Based on that, my level of confidence in a positive outcome for the United States is very low. We could have sent any American homeless begging off a freeway ramp to the Iran quagmire, with just enough common sense and expect a better outcome. 

So, as the six-year would say: “We’ll see…”

Wednesday, May 13, 2026

Who need sycophants?

Often, I wonder why any manager with a functioning brain would hire sycophants to surround him or her, and what this tells about the business acumen of such and individual? Of course, as we all know that a manager who surrounds themselves with sycophants is making a strategic choice — but not a smart one. 

And the choice reveals far more about their psychology and insecurities than about their business acumen. In fact, leaders hire sycophants when protecting their ego feels more important than protecting the organization. If one cannot tolerate dissent, challenge, being wrong or being questioned they will hire people who will never threaten their self-image. 

Let’s say that it’s emotional safety masquerading as leadership. That kind of leader is Trump and the sycophant is Rubio, or Kennedy or Hegseth to name a few. If Trump had any self-confidence he would hire strong people. Instead, our insecure president hires agreeable people that provide him with constant validation, the illusion of competence, the feeling of being in control and a psychological crutch. It’s true that being surrounded by sycophants makes daily life easier. 

There are no debates, no push-back and no uncomfortable truths to hear. The cost however is enormous with plenty of blind spots, strategic errors, group-think and stagnation. A president like Trump who surrounds himself with sycophants is signaling at least one of the following traits. Poor judgment as he can’t distinguish competence from compliance, alignment from flattery and loyalty from dependency. 

Fragile decision-making as bad news is filtered, risks hidden and mistakes unchallenged. Lack of strategic maturity as great leaders know they need dissent, debate, diverse perspectives and people who dare say “you’re wrong”. Finally a final trait is fear-based leadership, as Trump needs flattery to function, he’s not leading he’s managing their own anxiety. 

Sycophants don’t gather around strong leaders but gather around leaders who need them, and that need is the real problem.

Tuesday, May 12, 2026

A healthy knee hits the ground

To celebrate May Day, as we arrived late afternoon in San Francisco. I didn’t have a better idea than raising my glance to admire some Victorian architectural detail on a home while we were walking one of the city’s many steep hills. I hit something with my right foot, lost my balance and fell right on my left knee. 

When this kind of fall happens, the pain is always intense. In fact falling on one’s knee can cause a serious injuries like patella fractures, ligament or meniscus tears, and severe contusions, often leading to immediate swelling, bruising, and inability to bear weight. In my case there was a bloody bruise over the knee cap, but the beast I am kept on walking up and down the hilly streets. 

I felt okay when I went to bed but woke up at midnight with some intense pain, particularly in the back of my knee. I meditated, took no drug and eventually went back to sleep. The next morning my knee was both stiff swollen, I took a pain killer and decided to participate in a rather long 8 miles walk to and through Golden Gate Park. Strong at first, the pain gradually dissipated through the day and I thought I was “saved”. 

The night was okay, but the next morning my knee’s pain and stiffness were intense. I swallowed another painkiller and followed wife and daughter on a hike over Marin County, to Mount Tamalpais known locally as “Mount Tam”, through a mountain bike trail. 

Gradually, the horrible pain disappeared and by the end of the day and 6.5 miles later, it felt okay. From that day one, there was pain in the morning that quickly went away as soon as there was activity and blood circulation. 

Had I listened to my body I would have stayed home, put an ice pack on my knee, elevated my leg and probably would have suffered much more. All this to show that when there is nothing broken, activity that promotes blood circulation is a better remedy than laying down!

Monday, May 11, 2026

Marin County, California

I’ve always had a weak spot for Sausalito and Marin County that both sit North of San Francisco. Not only do the views of the City from that shore are unique as well as stunning, but they offer a significant relief from the hustle bustle of the city life. 

I’ve stopped in Sausalito many times over the years, and it‘s always been the spot where I could marvel at the wonderful city across the Golden Gate bridge.

If I were so lucky to live in San Francisco, would I live in that City or in its opposite neighbor across that bridge? 

Yes, most definitely! I would honor my weak spot I alluded to in the opening paragraph of this blog. Would I’d be happy there? Quite possibly! Would it ever happen in my lifetime? Why not after all…


In the meantime, our daughter who lives in San Francisco is fully enjoying an incredible view that is totally one of a kind!

Sunday, May 10, 2026

San Francisco, the progressive city

Today, our daughter guided us to a complete walking tout of San Francisco. Solely walking maybe not, but we’ll return to this. Our morning walk began at the San Francisco Golden Gate Park that at over 1,000 acres is larger than NYC's Central Park. 

This iconic spot includes attractions like the Japanese Tea Garden, San Francisco Botanical Garden, and Conservatory of Flowers. The longer afternoon walk took us to the Embarcadero another mandatory place for any City visitor, located at the water edge, followed with a delightful dinner at Dasha, a Russian restaurant. 

Returning home was the main attraction though as we boarded a driver-less Google-Waymo taxi (see video below). These are available since 2021 and while they were 300 in operation two years ago, there are now 800 of them being made available to the public. 

It’s that car which took us back up the hill to our daughter’s charming apartment with expansive views of the San Francisco city center and East Bay.

The Waymo ride was a first for us that comforted us that self driving cars will soon be the norm for baby boomers that otherwise would no longer be able to drive, but instead will get a salutary extension through AI technology! 

Saturday, May 9, 2026

Cruising up the Pacific Coast

We’ve driven California Route 1 for the first time from North to South in 2022 and on May 1 of 2026 we did it again from South to North. It’s important to note that California’s Highway 1 through Big Sur fully reopened on January 14, 2026, following a major three-year closure caused by severe landslides and roadway collapses that began in early 2023. 

The closure, spanning roughly 90 miles, was one of the longest in its history, with crews repairing damage at sites like Paul's Slide and Regent's Slide. 

This time it wasn’t as spectacular as we were driving on the hill side of the route instead of enjoying more of the seaside views, but was still as exciting. Traffic was light, and the morning for in many past took away some of the beauty of that drive. 

Still, the entire drive was never boring, which goes a long way in saying that California is really a gorgeous state. 

We made it to San Francisco late afternoon after we climbed the hilly streets of the neighborhood where our daughter lives. We were delighted to see her and to personally deliver her automobile in excellent condition. 

That evening as we were walking I just just stumble and fell on my left knee, as I was looking at some building up above. At the time, I simply hoped it would be alright. 

We were delighted that we made it in one piece after another 1,250 miles (2 000 km) drive. As for me, the driver, I was glad the trip was over!

Friday, May 8, 2026

From the Alabama Hills to the sea…

Alabama Hills like the ones found in Lone Pine, California, between the small town and the towering Sierra mountain chain.

The Alabama Hills are a range of hills and unique rock formations that we visited on Thursday morning and have been for a very long time a popular filming location for television and movie productions, especially Westerns set in an archetypally rugged, isolated setting. 

Why the out-of-place name “Alabama?” Because the nearby hills were named for the CSS Alabama, a Confederate warship deployed during the American Civil War. When news of the ship's exploits reached prospectors in California sympathetic to the Confederates, they named many mining claims after the ship, and the name came to be applied to the entire range. 

The place became an ideal place for Hollywood to shoot films. The first known movies to be filmed there are the lost films Water, Water Everywhere and Cupid, the Cowpuncher, both shot in 1919 and released in early 1920. 

Since then, hundreds of movies have been filmed there. After that it was a long, scenic, turning, twisting, scary-narrow, with few guard rail protection and a never ending mountain road across to Backersville, followed by a tamer itinerary to the Pacific with plenty of agriculture and oil drilling to complete the scene. 

The Pacific Coast would be where our journey would stop for the day as we ran out of continent, in Cambria, a small coastal town on Route 101. A full day of driving, sightseeing and fun.


Thursday, May 7, 2026

One additional National Park

We have seen many American National Parks and without falling into a "collecting habit”, it’s always tempting to add an extra one to the list. That’s precisely what I did this time by visiting Death Valley National Park to our personal list. 

Not that I ever had good things about that place, but because it happens to be one of the favorites from French visitors and I wanted to know what the redeeming values of the place do to a Gallic crowd. So, outside of Zabriskie Point and the Sand Dunes, I wasn’t impressed. As a result, I still don’t understand why my countrymen are so infatuated with that Park. 

I suspect it’s because in July 1966, a French adventurer and former paratrooper named Jean Pierre Marquant, then aged 28, successfully hiked over 100 miles through Death Valley in extreme, record-breaking summer temperatures ranging from 100 to 130 degrees Fahrenheit, a feat many experts thought would kill him. This factoid must have made a searing impression on the minds of the French tourists. 

We ended that second day on the road in Lone Pine, in California. Founded in the 1860s as a supply hub for gold and silver mines, Lone Pine was originally a rowdy frontier town. It was decimated by a massive earthquake in 1872. 

Later, it became "Hollywood’s West" as the primary filming location for hundreds of classic Westerns in the Alabama Hills. Today, the economy is driven by tourism, acting as the gateway to Mount Whitney (highest peak in the lower 48 (at 14,505 feet or 4,421 meters) and the Alabama Hills. 

It should thrive on hikers, outdoor enthusiasts, and film history buffs. One may wonder if local services, mining/quarrying, and accommodations can support the community, alongside a notable percentage of government workers? Still, at least to me, the town seems to be slowly dying as it seems incapable of capitalizing on its incredibly beautiful mountain background.


Wednesday, May 6, 2026

Return to Las Vegas

Our more recent road trip began at the end of April, as we set for mission to bring our daughter’s car on its last leg of a cross-country trip that took place begun in October 2025. We began with a first stage between Park City and Las Vegas, Nevada. I have been to Las Vegas, a quintessentially crazy town more than 20 times and have spent close to 120 days in that town when I attended the ski industry’s annual shows. 

I thought I knew that place well except that the last time I was there was in 20 years ago, in 2006, with a goal, among other things of attending an Elton John concert at one of the local Casinos. When we got to town late afternoon on April 28, I couldn’t believe how the place had changed, it was just unrecognizable. Not only that, but now check in operates like at the airports, at kiosks, without any human interaction. 

This didn’t work, not just for us old folks, but for most guests that were totally dumbfounded by the impossibility of the task. We were just pissed, as we should have been. We finally got in and went to a nearby hotel to see KÀ, the unprecedented, gravity-defying production by Cirque du Soleil  takes adventure to an all-new level. 

Be awed by a dynamic theatrical landscape, as an entire empire appears on the KÀ colossal stage and a captivating display of aerial acrobatics envelops the audience. That show redeemed our terrible check-in experience at our hotel and almost made worth it. I shouldn’t go that far to say that Las Vegas is worth the 6 1 ½ hour drive from home, but we’ll see… 

Tuesday, May 5, 2026

From Coast to Coast

My first coast to coast, American trip happened in 1971 when, upon arriving from Australia, I boarded a Greyhound bus in Los Angeles and went from city to city all the way to New York before traveling to Montreal where I caught my flight back to France.
Little did I know that it would be the prelude of a series of long road trips spanning over 55 years. The second big trip included my wife and our two rambunctious young children (5 and 3) that took us from Chappaqua in New York to Park City, our new promised land in 1985.
Between 2007 and 2012 we took a few road trips between Utah and Berkeley, California, where our daughter got her first job. In 2012, I accompanied my daughter to California as she switched from her small car to a nicer station-wagon. In November that same year, as she got a governmental position in Washington with the US Government, our daughter drove her car back to Utah and my wife and I drove it to Virginia where she lived.
It’s only in October 2025, when things started to unravel with Trump, that our daughter left her great job to return to California. We kept her car in our garage with the intent to drive it back to San Francisco in the spring and that’s just what we did between April and May, making a side trip to Las Vegas, Death Valley, the Pacific Coast and a second cruise North along Coastal Highway 5 in California.
If we add this all up we’d get to 13,700 miles. It’s a bit hard to say that we came full circle, but we’ve seen a lot of America over the years and we’re glad we did. In the next few blogs we’ll relate our adventures as we drove along...

Monday, May 4, 2026

Trip planning with modern tools

In the past, going on a trip was 20% planning and 80% improvisation, but I don’t know about you, for me this process has been turned on its head too! In a next blog you’ll read about our recent trip to California in which we delivered our daughter’s car that we drove last Fall from Washington, DC, to Park City. 

This time our mission is to get it all the way to San Francisco after making a detour to visit spots we had never seen before and return to others we liked a lot. To put that plan together, I began 10 days before departure playing with Google maps to see where we’d go and stay, how long it would take us to get there and build some kind of itinerary. Not to leave any stone unturned,

I checked with AI to get a modicum of approval, which I failed to receive, so it was back several times to the drawing board. In between, I even check for entertainment since we had one stop planned in Las Vegas and wanted to see at least one new National Park, draw a quick budget on a spreadsheet, factoring in the high cost of gasoline as we wouldn’t be driving our electric car for that one-way road trip, and of course bought a pair of return plane ticket to get back home. 

Quite a program, too many confusing choices and a lot of time needed to digest all this and let it mature into a more practical plan! What’s certain is that technology added a lot of time to a complex decision process that was a bit overrated for a simple road trip!

Sunday, May 3, 2026

Simple and easy, complicated and difficult

It’s not that I’m nostalgic, but I feel that in the past, when I was young, I remember life to be simple and easy, while today our reality has turned into something that’s become complicated and difficult. Is it because we’re faced with too many choices, are under time pressure, are victims of fear of missing out (FOMO), or what else? I’m pretty sure that I’m not the only one who feels this way as my discussion with many people and social research seems to confirm. 

Life is objectively more complex than it was 50 years ago. While there might be a tinge of nostalgia in holding that view, it’s grounded in several measurable psychological and sociological shifts. First there’s what’s called the “The paradox of choice”. In the past, if I wanted to buy a pair of ski boots, I went to a ski shop and choose from maybe three brands. Today, there are 15 brands, 100 models, and thousands of online reviews to read.

Having too many options doesn't make us freer; it paralyzes us. We spend more time "optimizing" the decision than enjoying the result, leading to "decision fatigue." On top of that, we’ve become prisoners of connectivity. Yesterday, when I left home, I wasn’t reachable. Life had natural sheltered zones where nothing was expected of me. Today, we’re accessible 24/7 to every responsibility we have. Between managing text and email messages, updating some piece of software, and checking our news feed, our mental space is constantly used by some background processes. We are never truly "off," which makes life feel heavy. 

To make matters worse, technology has eliminated the "waiting" periods that used to buffer our days. For instance, when I wrote a letter, I had to wait a week for a reply. I walked to my bank to check a balance or a transaction. All these moments were forcing me to slow down, but now everything is instantaneous. This "time-space compression" creates a relentless pace. We feel under pressure not because we have more to do, but because we are expected to do it right now. 

Now, there’s a subtle but vital difference between complexity and complication. A mechanical watch is complicated, but it is a closed system. If one gear turns, another follows. Modern life is complex. It’s interconnected. A conflict in a different hemisphere can change the price of energy used to heat our home or charge our car. Everything is tied to everything else in a way that feels unpredictable and, therefore, difficult to navigate. 

Of course, one could argue that life was "simpler" in the past because we were less involved in fewer things. We accepted what the local doctor said, what the local paper printed, and what was available at the local store. Today, we have more power, more information, and much more options, but the "tax" for that power is the constant labor of managing it. Better stay strong and fit, we all need a lot work ahead of us… Good luck!

Saturday, May 2, 2026

Market dominance and hubris (Part Three)

Nokia failed completely by totally losing its entire smartphone leadership and eventually sold it, leading to the end of the brand as a market leader. Nokia was founded in 1865 by mining engineer Fredrik Idestam, and operated as a paper mill in Finland. Eventually, Nokia’s paper mill, merged with rubber and cable companies in 1967, and only pivoted heavily to electronics and mobile phones business in the late 1970s to early 1980s, establishing Mobira Oy in 1979 and launching its first car phone, the Mobira Senator, in 1982. It then introduced their first handheld phone, the Mobira Cityman 900, in 1987, and shifted focus to telecoms in the early 1990s. 

It’s when Jorma Ollila, CEO from 1992 to 2006, is said to have stayed "too long" (14 years) at the helm of the Finnish company. He led Nokia to become the world’s largest handset manufacturer, but the company struggled to transition to smartphones, lagging behind in software (Symbian) and failing to respond to the iPhone's launch. He was replaced by Stephen Elop as CEO (2010–2014) who would be heavily criticized for the "burning platform" strategy, leading to the sale of Nokia’s phone business to Microsoft. 

 
On the other hand, Jean Beyl the inventor of the early Look bindings, also remained in charge for too long and soon became a problem because the skill sets required to create his inventions (creativity, passion, deep technical knowledge) went against the skills required to scale a business (delegation, operational discipline, sound marketing, financial management). 

While Beyl was a visionary in his own right, he always struggled to transition from "doing" into "leading," micromanaging and creating bottlenecks in decision-making and erecting a "founder's syndrome" where the organization became constrained by his management style, ego, German girlfriends and refusal to delegate. Still Look did survive. 

Having come too late with its “9 series” to enjoy a positive impact, the company went bankrupt, was picked up for one Franc* by Tapie, a French raider whose sole focus was to line-up his pockets, leading to another quick sale, another long hiatus, until Rossignol skis picked up the pieces, intelligently simplified the line and made it an accessory to its ski line instead of being a self-standing philosophical statement. 

So unlike Nokia, Look did not disappear but kept chugging along as it gradually transitioned. The iPhone was a "tsunami" that metamorphosed the industry in 2 to 3 years. While there are parallels between the origin of the two stories, the outcomes were drastically different as Nokia didn’t change hands until it was too late, while Look benefited from the hiatus created by two or three different owners. 

Also the nature of the ski business made it extremely unique with its inherent seasonality, its challenging short three-month annual cash-flow period, and its small number of participants (around 75 to 100 millions skiers in the late 2000s?) plus the gigantic difference in size of the respective industries (mobile phones being 1,000 times larger than alpine ski binding in sales volume) can’t be overstated even though both markets spanned the globe... 

 *As opposed to Salomon’s $1.4 billion acquisition by Adidas in 1997

Friday, May 1, 2026

Market dominance and hubris (Part Two)

When it comes to comparing how the iPhone took over of Nokia, to what Salomon did to Look in the ski industry, I can only speak from personal experience as a former Look employee, in thinking how Salomon rose to prominence over Look ski bindings in the 1970s, culminating in the late-70s launch of the S727 "Driver" series. 

This product evolution holds a strong parallel to the Nokia-Apple shift, as it highlights a technological pivot from an established, engineering-heavy design to a user-centric, more functional, and more accepted solution that redefined industry standards. Beginning in the 1960s, Look was a dominant, trusted, high-performance, and high-prestige ski binding manufacturer with its Nevada & Grand-Prix models.

Salomon, however, changed the game by shifting the intangible idea of ski-safety into user-focused design. The big difference was the hubris from Look’s inventor Jean Beyl who didn’t believe in funding a strong R&D and listening to his market, as opposed to the open mind and common sense exhibited by Georges Salomon who took their respective companies in dramatically different directions. 

Look bindings (like the Nevada) often required specific, sometimes difficult installation on skis and adjustments to ski boots, but most significantly was rather inconvenient to use on snow. Salomon began by simplifying its engineering, making it less costly to manufacture, designing bindings that were easier to install and adjust at the ski shop level, and ultimately much easier to use by the end-consumer. 

After years of struggling with its 404 and 505 then 555 series, Salomon gradually introduced several “game-changer”. First the 444 a mid-range ski binding, super easy to get in and out of, then its functional ski brake that made safety straps obsolete, followed by the release in the late 1970s of the Salomon S727 that was the final nail into Look’s coffin.

Unlike Look, which initially was slower to integrate the brake into the binding mostly because of its specific design, Salomon, also a leader in patents, was a leader in integrating a sleek brake technology that tied the skis together, which quickly became a standard replacement for run-away straps. Then at the back-shop level came the “pre-mount” system that had mounting screws already attached to the bindings and ready to screw into the holes, not to mention its much more convenient mounting templates. 

Salomon was able to place itself in the end-user shoes (shops and consumers) while Look simply would not. Tomorrow we’ll see the similarities and also the key differences between these two declines...

Wednesday, April 29, 2026

What are our values? (Part Three)

When values become behaviors, they become unforgettable, and with that in mind, it’s time to see how we can make our values unforgettable. To help, let’s select our values (5 maximum), write them on just one single card, with clear definitions and for each, one specific behavior. 

Keep it short, and remember that if it doesn’t fit on a card, it won’t fit inside our mind. Then we need to rehearse them weekly, not as a moral exercise, but as a calibration. For instance, ask: 

  • “Where did I live these values this week?” 
  • “Where did I betray them?” 
  • “What did I learn?” 

Values become stable through repetition. At that point of mastery, it’s time to use them to make one real decision, as values become more real when they cost something. When you use a value to say no, choose a path, end or begin something, it becomes part of your identity. Better yet, teach them to someone else by explaining how our values force clarity, and also make them part of our narrative. 

At the end of the day, values are not remembered, they are practiced. We don’t “remember” our values the way we remember a phone number or an address, we live them until they become instinct and if we practice our values long enough, they become a reflex, they shape our intuition, guide our decisions without any conscious effort and this becomes part of our character. 

That’s the real goal. Finally, if you still are looking for one or two values in your list of five, ask yourself the following question: “What are the principles I refuse to compromise, even when no one is watching?” This should reveal them. Good luck!

Tuesday, April 28, 2026

What are our values? (Part Two)

Today, we’ll go over the “Three‑layer values framework” that we introduced in our preceding blog. This might be the most effective way to make our values stick and help us remember them at all times. Let’s begin with layer 1, our core values (3–5 words) that are the non‑negotiable ones or are those we would defend even at all cost. 

Let’s take the following five values as an example (they’re not yours but are just illustrations): 

  • Integrity 
  • Persistence 
  • Mastery 
  • Courage 
  • Creativity 

The list is voluntarily limited, if we have too many they’ll lose their meaning. The next layer, number 2 is simply stating what each value means to you. This is where most of us fail. A value without a definition is just a slogan. For example: 

  • Integrity → “I tell the truth even when it’s inconvenient.” 
  • Persistence → “I will never give up, no matter the difficulties and the time it takes.” 
  • Mastery → “I will always do a great job, that will make me proud and that will last.” 
  • Courage → “As long as I don’t take excessive risks, I won’t be stopped by fear, menaces or influences.” 
  • Creativity → “I love to improve things by innovating and finding a better way.” 

This translation step makes the value memorable because it becomes yours, not a dictionary word. Finally there is layer 3, a behavioral anchor, this is the secret ingredient, that for each value defines one concrete behavior that proves you’re living it. Examples: 

  • Integrity → “I never lie and don’t say things I don’t believe.” 
  • Persistence → “My failures were when I didn’t didn’t stick to my plan and won’t repeat them.” 
  • Mastery → “Since my time is the only treasure I have, I must do things right the first time.” 
  • Courage → “This trait consistently paid off for me, so why would I do without it?” 
  • Creativity → “Therein lies my greatest skill, so I must put it to use whenever I can!” 

You now have the three series of layers. In our next blog, we’ll see how we can practice them and make them work for us...

Monday, April 27, 2026

What are our values? (Part One)

If most of us were asked off the cuff, what our values are, we might be hard pressed to answer, or if we could articulate a few of our values, it might not be that precise or we might forget important ones as we would be collecting ourselves, thinking and coming up with something that made some sense to the person we responded to.

So the question of the day is: “How can we identify and remember our values at all times?” The answer is that it’s indeed possible to precisely define and remember our values by turning them from vague ideas into lived, practiced, embodied principles, and by giving them enough structure so that our mind can recall them under pressure. 

Let’s see how we can do this. We need to start by building a structure that fits how we think, that is in systems, meaning “long arcs” and clarity. Clearly, there are values that feel slippery when asked “on the spot”. It’s also true that if most people can’t spontaneously tell what their values are, they know instinctively they’re there without having named them, organized them, or tested them by telling or writing them down. 

It’s true that values live as felt truths, hidden inside us and not readily available under the form of ready-made sentences. When someone asks, “What are your values?”, they’re asking us to translate some instincts into words, and that’s why it feels so awkward. The solution is to externalize them by using this reliable method that is called the “Three‑layer values framework”. 

Tomorrow we’ll discover what it’s all about, so please, don’t miss that episode!

Sunday, April 26, 2026

My Short Career at Odo

Freshly graduated from the watchmaking school in Cluses in 1966, my first job in the trade took me to the Research and Develpment at Odo, in Morez, in the Jura region of France. 

At the time, this company manufactured electric clocks. Owned by the Odobez family that had lived in the area since the 17th century, it gradually came to watchmaking from farming and nail-making. 

Between 1660 and 1800, the Odobez family crafted mechanical parts during the winter months and in 1806, Jean-Baptiste Odobez, aka "Jean le Comtois"—emerged as a master local watchmaker. 

In 1843, François-Désiré Odobez, succeded him, perfecting the iron-cage movement used in the so-called “Comtoise” clocks; then, in 1885, the firm "Odobez Père et Fils" was established in Morez to manufacture timekeeping instruments. What became the Odo company was founded in 1920 by Léon Odobez’s sons, André and Roger, in partnership with the Moret-ès-Jean Barbaud family. Together, they industrialized production and modernized the enterprise. 

Odo’s golden age spanned the period from 1930 to 1970. In 1931, the famous Odo chime clock was launched—a timepiece that would find a place in countless French households. It was a tremendous commercial success. It was followed in 1937 by the "Gai Carillon" (Joyful Chime); Odo had commissioned Vincent Scotto—a highly popular composer of the era—to create a unique melody to distinguish their clock from the Westminster chime. It turned out to be a stroke of marketing genius. 

Incidentally, I inherited just such a clock from my parents—a timepiece I still have in Park City today. The 1950s saw the diversification of Odo’s product line, introducing electric clocks, battery-operated alarm clocks, wall-mounted chimes, and modernized “Comtoise” clocks. The company expanded, setting up its main factory on Rue Voltaire in Morez, and adding two sites in Montmorot and Domblans; by 1980, its workforce reached 300. 

This was about the time (1966) when I arrived as a young graduate from Cluses to join the R&D as a technician. Odo was then at the very peak of its industrial power. I enjoyed my work in the design office, which was headed by Mr. Péricouche, and I was taken under the wing of Jeantet, a fellow draftsman. Unfortunately, I did not take to liking this isolated corner of the Jura region and remained there for only a few months before setting out to pursue skiing a passion that was already consuming me. 

After my departure, things began to take a turn for the worse for Odo (I know, I should have stayed!). The causes of this decline were easy to track. First and foremost was the collapse of the domestic clock market. Indeed, starting in the 1970s and 80s, wall clocks, chimes, and “Comtoise” clocks began to vanish from households as demand plummeted. 

Cheap electronic products imported from Asia made France production costs too expensive. It was then that Odo attempted to diversify by venturing into the sunglasses business securing a licensing agreement with the Bugatti brand but it was too late to offset the clock market collapse. 

In 2001, the Odobez family sold the company; in 2005, Odo’s new owners ceased operations and most recently, in 2025, the historic buildings on Rue Voltaire were demolished. 

And so, a page was turned and a book closed on one of the greatest French watchmaking houses of the 20th century.