Just like most birds and many humans, skis stay together for life. It's just like a marriage, but an arranged one. But unlike a marriage, there's no sex going on, and yet, it's meant to deliver tons of fun, that is if they can stay somehow together.
Sometime, they'll converge during “wedge time”. A meeting of the minds of sort, because it always happens at the tips, or the highest possible level. Most of the time and their life, skis co-exist living parallel lives and when they happen to diverge, it's generally bad news.
Unlike humans couples, they always dress exactly the same. It's also fair to say that divorce never happens. I've seen temporary separations though; at lunch time, out by the lodge they sometimes get split, separated and placed on different racks by their suspicious owner, sometime for hours on end.
Disappearance can also break a couple. I remember that one day of May 1995, one of my ski got got by a tree top while powder skiing Little Cloud at Snowbird and the other ski remained a widower forever (I think I had lost the “she” but, who knows, skis might have no gender after all, they just have sides!)
The marriage between a right and a left ski may be arranged, but it can last for years. Of course, over time, their tops will get scratched, just like our faces get wrinkles, but the only thing to make sure of, is that they never lose their edge and that their bottoms remain clean and smooth, but I guess you knew that already!
Saturday, November 7, 2015
Friday, November 6, 2015
A pretty good raise...
This morning I got a nice surprise. An email inviting me to check my next payment from the french retirement fund. I must admit that I was shocked to even get a raise! Here in the USA, with the CPI being flat, I got nothing to fatten my monthly retirement check, but the French, which are as broke we are, stepped up to the plate and gave me a whooping 0.1% increase, effective this month (yeah, you read correctly, one-tenth of one percent).
I won't get into discussing the actual numbers, but suffice it to say that I won't buy much with the bump. I was hoping it could get me a modest Porsche Macan Turbo, just to help a tiny bit the embattled Volkswagen group, but after figuring it out over and over, I couldn't even see when I would get enough money for that cute little toy.
Well, I guess, I'll settle for a cool IPA!
I won't get into discussing the actual numbers, but suffice it to say that I won't buy much with the bump. I was hoping it could get me a modest Porsche Macan Turbo, just to help a tiny bit the embattled Volkswagen group, but after figuring it out over and over, I couldn't even see when I would get enough money for that cute little toy.
Well, I guess, I'll settle for a cool IPA!
Thursday, November 5, 2015
Do skis have a soul?
If you ask the French, you'll hear a resounding “yes!” For years, what we, in America, called “core” in a ski, was often called “soul” or “âme” by my countrymen.
Of course, some prosaic folks would call what made a ski cross-section “noyau” which is the closest translation of core, but the real artist, the sensitive and passionate ski builders would always place some “soul” in each ski they crafted. So that ski would have an ash “soul”, this other a laminated one, even sometime (around lunch?) it might turn into sandwich and the less noble ones might be the ubiquitous polyurethane core of the 70s.
Dynastar, which always had a knack of finagling a compelling reason for everything they marketed, had the Omega, that sometimes turned into an acrylic soul to give their skis more levity. Do I forget the ethereal “hollow” soul or channel-core, invented by the Haldemann brothers? Of course not!
This mentioned, it would seem to me that skis with a “soul” never can die. They end up becoming fences, Adirondack style chairs or other pieces of furniture. In spite of that “core” spirituality, I must confess that, to this date, I have yet to see a zombie ski roaming around Park City...
Of course, some prosaic folks would call what made a ski cross-section “noyau” which is the closest translation of core, but the real artist, the sensitive and passionate ski builders would always place some “soul” in each ski they crafted. So that ski would have an ash “soul”, this other a laminated one, even sometime (around lunch?) it might turn into sandwich and the less noble ones might be the ubiquitous polyurethane core of the 70s.
Dynastar, which always had a knack of finagling a compelling reason for everything they marketed, had the Omega, that sometimes turned into an acrylic soul to give their skis more levity. Do I forget the ethereal “hollow” soul or channel-core, invented by the Haldemann brothers? Of course not!
This mentioned, it would seem to me that skis with a “soul” never can die. They end up becoming fences, Adirondack style chairs or other pieces of furniture. In spite of that “core” spirituality, I must confess that, to this date, I have yet to see a zombie ski roaming around Park City...
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
Chamonix's pristine mountain air?
When I was a kid growing up in the Alps, I was constantly reminded about how I was lucky to “breathe pure air...”
Apparently, the situation has changed and today, the iconic mountain town of Chamonix is crying wolf as its valley is now bathing into a cloud of purple, yellow and gray gunk. This of course is due in part to the yearly passage of half a million diesel trucks through the Mt. Blanc Tunnel, but also that open fire remain the sole source of heating for a large number of homes in the valley.
Add to that the fact that Chamonix is the antithesis of a ski-in/ski-out resort town as going from the Houches to Argentière, or to Brévent and la Flégère, always require a car or a shuttle bus! Then, there's even the pollution from industry that seeps back up the Arve river valley and adds up to create a perfect storm for this weather phenomenon: Chamonix's steep mountain slopes and temperature inversions help trap pollutants into still air on the valley floor, particularly on sunny, winter days.
So is what the famous mountain town to do? First, like with any form of addiction, admit it has a problem. This is rather the hardest step in the healing process. From there, nothing's impossible!
Apparently, the situation has changed and today, the iconic mountain town of Chamonix is crying wolf as its valley is now bathing into a cloud of purple, yellow and gray gunk. This of course is due in part to the yearly passage of half a million diesel trucks through the Mt. Blanc Tunnel, but also that open fire remain the sole source of heating for a large number of homes in the valley.
Add to that the fact that Chamonix is the antithesis of a ski-in/ski-out resort town as going from the Houches to Argentière, or to Brévent and la Flégère, always require a car or a shuttle bus! Then, there's even the pollution from industry that seeps back up the Arve river valley and adds up to create a perfect storm for this weather phenomenon: Chamonix's steep mountain slopes and temperature inversions help trap pollutants into still air on the valley floor, particularly on sunny, winter days.
So is what the famous mountain town to do? First, like with any form of addiction, admit it has a problem. This is rather the hardest step in the healing process. From there, nothing's impossible!
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
The British invasion of Haute-Savoie...
The subject is still taboo and local Haut-Savoyards don't address it openly yet. The reality is that the Brits are in the process of invading their places and spoiling their culture to a point of no return.
I'm talking about my native valley of Morzine, that sits about one hour away from Geneva airport and a cheap Easyjet flight to London. Every one knows it will boil sometime, but no one can tell when and how badly the ensuing explosion might be.
The Brits discovered the place in the 1990s and have bought everything they could lay their hands ever since (full disclosure: I sold my house to them in 1989...). Faced with this onslaught of “invaders”, the local population has felt totally powerless and quite awkward as they've been receiving some economic rewards on the one hand, but all along, had that sinking feeling that they were “selling-out” ...
This conflict, in a large part, is what explains why the crisis has been simmering for quite sometime and has remained largely underground with no external signs. Because of their superior purchasing power, Brits have gobbled up all the real estate that was in their sight and have driven the prices sky high, preventing long time young locals from being able to contemplate buying property if it couldn't be passed on to them by their own families.
Sometimes, locals had no choice but sell because this new frontier economy has also been driving both the estate taxes and the French net-worth tax ("impôt sur la fortune") so high that selling was too many times the locals' sole way out. That what could be called in the US Rockies the “Aspen syndrome” which is precisely what happens today in my hometown of Park City, where long-time locals and even "small" millionaires are displaced by billionaires!
If that was not bad enough, Brits don't seem willing to integrate into French society. They stay among their own English-speaking clusters, don't learn French and are just willing to send their kids to French schools and get their health care on the back of their French tax-paying neighbors. Only bi-cultural couples (with one local or French spouse) will integrate and that will be it. This said, it still gets much worse; take the huge number of “catered chalets” that are the Brits favorite substitute for hotels and inns; those are run from the UK, with the help of British employees, often using UK provisions ferried across the Chunnel.
The chalets' staff isn't subject to French Labor Law and it's perfectly clear that these businesses are operated at a totally unfair advantage. When I question friends and family about this tilted playing field, they throw their hands up in the air and respond that nothing can be done about it and that the Brits are taking advantage of some loopholes built into the European Union's legislation. In addition to these “chalets”, there are in-grown British businesses like airport shuttles that are providing seamless transit convenience to their countrymen, bypassing existing French services such as cabs and scheduled public transportation.
Additional and specialized services (condo ski rentals delivery, copied from their U.S. business models) can also be found and, again, are unfairly competing against long-established and tax-paying businesses entities. How long will that conundrum last? It depends first on whether the “invaders” will be able to put up with the spartan life in rural towns like Morzine during the long off-season. Chamonix, has a much larger town, more things to do and a shorter shoulder-season.
So the question is, how long can the London well-educated, super-spoiled gentry will be willing to put up with the deadly mountain off season? Then will there be a point when the “honeymoon” between the Savoyard and the English be suddenly over when the benefits available to locals are dwindling. Then, unless both communities harmoniously fuse together, there could be harsh confrontations between long-established locals and foreign newcomers.
Time will tell, of course how things may play out, so please, just stay tuned!
I'm talking about my native valley of Morzine, that sits about one hour away from Geneva airport and a cheap Easyjet flight to London. Every one knows it will boil sometime, but no one can tell when and how badly the ensuing explosion might be.
The Brits discovered the place in the 1990s and have bought everything they could lay their hands ever since (full disclosure: I sold my house to them in 1989...). Faced with this onslaught of “invaders”, the local population has felt totally powerless and quite awkward as they've been receiving some economic rewards on the one hand, but all along, had that sinking feeling that they were “selling-out” ...
This conflict, in a large part, is what explains why the crisis has been simmering for quite sometime and has remained largely underground with no external signs. Because of their superior purchasing power, Brits have gobbled up all the real estate that was in their sight and have driven the prices sky high, preventing long time young locals from being able to contemplate buying property if it couldn't be passed on to them by their own families.
Sometimes, locals had no choice but sell because this new frontier economy has also been driving both the estate taxes and the French net-worth tax ("impôt sur la fortune") so high that selling was too many times the locals' sole way out. That what could be called in the US Rockies the “Aspen syndrome” which is precisely what happens today in my hometown of Park City, where long-time locals and even "small" millionaires are displaced by billionaires!
If that was not bad enough, Brits don't seem willing to integrate into French society. They stay among their own English-speaking clusters, don't learn French and are just willing to send their kids to French schools and get their health care on the back of their French tax-paying neighbors. Only bi-cultural couples (with one local or French spouse) will integrate and that will be it. This said, it still gets much worse; take the huge number of “catered chalets” that are the Brits favorite substitute for hotels and inns; those are run from the UK, with the help of British employees, often using UK provisions ferried across the Chunnel.
The chalets' staff isn't subject to French Labor Law and it's perfectly clear that these businesses are operated at a totally unfair advantage. When I question friends and family about this tilted playing field, they throw their hands up in the air and respond that nothing can be done about it and that the Brits are taking advantage of some loopholes built into the European Union's legislation. In addition to these “chalets”, there are in-grown British businesses like airport shuttles that are providing seamless transit convenience to their countrymen, bypassing existing French services such as cabs and scheduled public transportation.
Additional and specialized services (condo ski rentals delivery, copied from their U.S. business models) can also be found and, again, are unfairly competing against long-established and tax-paying businesses entities. How long will that conundrum last? It depends first on whether the “invaders” will be able to put up with the spartan life in rural towns like Morzine during the long off-season. Chamonix, has a much larger town, more things to do and a shorter shoulder-season.
So the question is, how long can the London well-educated, super-spoiled gentry will be willing to put up with the deadly mountain off season? Then will there be a point when the “honeymoon” between the Savoyard and the English be suddenly over when the benefits available to locals are dwindling. Then, unless both communities harmoniously fuse together, there could be harsh confrontations between long-established locals and foreign newcomers.
Time will tell, of course how things may play out, so please, just stay tuned!
Monday, November 2, 2015
Another Formula 1 race...
I haven't watched a Formula One race since one Sunday afternoon when I was stuck inside my Zurich hotel room, more than 20 years ago. I happened to repeat that performance today, as we saw the Mexico Grand Prix, live, in the comfort of our home.
Wow, things have changed! The car designs, of course, and the steering wheel that got all squared away and filled up with more gizmos that a fast driver would ever have the time to use. Today, only the shifting paddles have made it into our cars, which comes in handy, but the rest seems a bit over-the-top...
Besides, you need to take that odd-shaped wheel off in order to get in and out of the car. Looks pretty cool but too complicated for me, but again, what will I ever know?
Wow, things have changed! The car designs, of course, and the steering wheel that got all squared away and filled up with more gizmos that a fast driver would ever have the time to use. Today, only the shifting paddles have made it into our cars, which comes in handy, but the rest seems a bit over-the-top...
Besides, you need to take that odd-shaped wheel off in order to get in and out of the car. Looks pretty cool but too complicated for me, but again, what will I ever know?
Sunday, November 1, 2015
Halloween: Another dismal score...
For the second year at our new location, the optimistic side of us was expecting a growing number of Halloween visitors. At the very least, we were hoping for as many trick-and-treaters as last year, which already was very low.
So, with the best intentions in the world, we lighted up the house, prepared the candies and waited for the visitors, but these failed to show even in the modest numbers we had hope for. When we folded our tent, closed the store, and left with a ten-year supply of treats, we were 40% below last year's level.
Not flattering for someone who's worked all of his life in sales and marketing ! Thank god, our livelihood doesn't depend solely upon this Halloween performance. We just need a few ideas in order to get out of that rut, and I'm quite confident we'll get there...
Clearly, our new location is far too quiet. Should we sell the house and move to a busy corner? Perhaps, but before we do that, we might go trick-and-treating ourselves dressed up as retired French folks, in order to literally put ourselves into the shoes of our audience. Might be interesting in seeing the situation from the user's viewpoint...
So, with the best intentions in the world, we lighted up the house, prepared the candies and waited for the visitors, but these failed to show even in the modest numbers we had hope for. When we folded our tent, closed the store, and left with a ten-year supply of treats, we were 40% below last year's level.
Not flattering for someone who's worked all of his life in sales and marketing ! Thank god, our livelihood doesn't depend solely upon this Halloween performance. We just need a few ideas in order to get out of that rut, and I'm quite confident we'll get there...
Clearly, our new location is far too quiet. Should we sell the house and move to a busy corner? Perhaps, but before we do that, we might go trick-and-treating ourselves dressed up as retired French folks, in order to literally put ourselves into the shoes of our audience. Might be interesting in seeing the situation from the user's viewpoint...
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