Tuesday, October 30, 2007

English Writer Waxes Poetic About "Le Marche"

It is sometimes helpful to hear the opinion of outsiders, even the English. But the descriptions may be of more value than the conclusions.

Life in Italy - Telegraph Mentor

Peter Greene says the marchigiani possess the best of North and South of Italy- you will rarely meet extravagant displays of Neapolitan emotion nor the cool indifference of Milan.
Telegraph.co.uk - United Kingdom
October 30, 2007

Peter Greene says many expats choose Le Marche for its natural beauty.

Our mentors are volunteers and any information they provide is for information only and is not intended to be a substitute for professional advice.

Peter Greene is an ex-London journalist and press officer who has lived and worked in Italy's Le Marche region since 1989.

He created and now runs Marche Voyager, the official English-language web site of the Marche region's tourism department and has written a number of guide books to Italy for British publishers. He also runs a holiday rental business in the old country parish church where he lives with his partner.

Le Marche: The region forms the eastern seaboard of central Italy with the regions of Emilia-Romagna to the north and Abruzzo to the south.

The region's name is pronounced "lay markay" , is plural (Le Marche) and is sometimes known as "The Marches" in English.

The total population of the region is around 1.5 million with an average density of less than 150 inhabitants per square kilometre. The region covers just under 10,000 square kilometres.

The inland mountainous areas are mostly limestone and are noted for bare peaks, rushing torrents, dramatic gorges and many warrens of caves. In contrast, the areas nearer the coastal plain are celebrated for their fertile, rounded hills topped by ancient fortified towns.

Economically, the region is mostly reliant on medium and small scale productive industries, often family run. Shoes, clothing and furniture manufacture are amongst the most successful businesses.

The relatively poor soil and the general movement away from the land has meant that agriculture now plays a lesser role than it once did, apart from the production of Verdicchio, Le Marche's famous white wine in the central areas. By the coast, fishing remains an important activity.

The main towns: The administrative capital of Le Marche is Ancona, a city with few obvious attractions. Give it time, however, and you may find you enjoy the salty charm of this bustling sea port. It's also one of Italy's principal ferry ports with boats to Croatia, Greece and Turkey.

Of the region's other principal towns, Urbino is my favourite. This jewel of a renaissance city remains little changed from the days when Duke Federico of Montefeltro set up his celebrated court here in the second half of the 15thC.

The provincial capital of Ascoli Piceno lies at the southern end of Le Marche. This beguiling old town is well worth exploring. Its marble-paved main square is one of the most beautiful in Italy.

Another of the region's provincial capitals, Pesaro is both an appealing seaside resort and a thriving commercial town. Good shops, fine beaches and great fish. The last of the region's provincial capitals is Macerata, a dignified town, famous for its annual outdoor opera festival.

Attractions: Many choose Le Marche for its natural beauty and much of the spectacular inland mountain country remains unscathed by the worst excesses of the 20thC.

The Frasassi caves are some of the most spectacular limestone caves you are every likely to visit. Limestone again is the leading player at the Furlo Gorge, a dramatic natural pass through the mountains in the northern Marche that has been in use since prehistoric times.

Most of Italy's Adriatic coastline is stubbornly flat. Monte Conero, just south of Ancona, is a rare exception - a high limestone mountain that plunges into the sea and guards a handful of delightful little bathing resorts.

You'll find some of the most impressive mountain scenery to the south of the region amidst the Monti Sibillini, whose peaks are often covered with snow until the late spring.

The best mountain views to be had in the north of the region, on the doorstep of Urbino, are around the giants of Monte Catria and Monte Nerone. In spring the upland meadows are carpeted in alpine flowers.

Buying property: If you decide to live here, buying a home will probably be the biggest and most difficult decision you will have to make. The best way, if you can spare the time, is to get to know an area well before deciding to buy there. Negotiate a hotel room for a long stay or rent a place, and make friends in the local bar.

Remember that accommodation will cost a lot less out of season and you'll be seeing properties in a less romantic light than in high summer when anything looks great.

Having decided that you like a property, the first stage is the signing of a compromesso. This scrittura privata or "private contract" between yourself and the seller is a legally binding document and if you change your mind you will loose whatever deposit you have paid and usually be liable to pay an additional penalty.

Deposits vary but are often around 10 to 20% of the agreed purchase price. The compromesso will give details of exactly what it is you are buying including the particulars as recorded in the local catasta, the long-established Italian "land registry". Make sure these details are correct and correspond to what it is you think you are buying before you sign the document.

At a time specified in the compromesso the final atto, or contract, will be signed in front of the local notaio, a public official who witnesses public contracts. Remember the notaio is not acting for any one of the parties - if you want to be sure that there are no nasty surprises hidden in the contract, that might, for example, give rise to neighbour problems in the future, get a local lawyer, or avvocato, to act for you.

At this stage you will normally have to hand over the balance of the purchase price and pay any fees due to the notaio and estate agent, or mediatore.

Citizens from European Union countries will find few problems in buying property and starting a new life in Italy, and for nationals from further a field the bureaucratic hurdles needn't be too much of a barrier. This doesn't mean, though, that you're exempt from the thorough paperwork so beloved of European public officials.

Foreigners frequently have an idea that anything goes in Italy and that rules are there to be ignored - in Le Marche, at least, this attitude all too often ends in disaster.

Citizens of EU countries and many other nationals can stay in Italy for up to three months with just a valid passport. If, however, you want to live in Italy for longer periods you will need a permesso di soggiorno, or permit to stay, from the Questura, or main police station, in the nearest provincial capital.

For EU citizens a European version of the permesso is pretty well automatic and, at the moment, is usually renewable every ten years. For non-EU nationals you will have to answer questions such as means of living, whether you own property, etc, and you have no automatic right to stay. For the latest detailed information contact the Italian Consulate in your home country before leaving.

For many things, such as opening a bank account, a residency certificate, or certificato di residenza, is often required.

The last of the trinity of essential documents to get is your codice fiscale, the Italian equivalent of a "national insurance" number combined with a tax code. This is one of the easiest documents to obtain, and is available from tax offices in the provincial capitals in a matter of minutes.

For advice on restoring property in Italy, please click here.

Taxes: What follows is a brief introduction to property and income taxes and other money matters in Italy. It is by no means exhaustive - Italian tax matters are rarely straighforward and it is worth every penny of the usually modest fees to use the services of a local commercialista, or accountant.

If you are neither resident nor working here, you need only bother yourself with property taxes on any buildings that you own. Each comune, or town council, levies I.C.I. (imposta comunale sugli immobili) that is a modest tax on property based on size and type of property and charged to owners. Your local comune also raises a separate, but low tax to pay for refuse disposal called T.A.R.S.U. (tassa per lo smaltimento di rifiuti solidi urbani).

If you wish to work here things get somewhat more complex and a commercialista becomes essential. And remember, even if you work for and are paid by companies abroad, if you are resident in Italy you are usually liable to pay tax here.

Italian income tax, I.R.P.E.F., and national pension and health payments, paid to an authority called I.N.P.S., are the two principal fiscal burdens you will have to get to grips with.

If you are self-employed or have your own company you will also have to get involved with I.V.A. (Italian value added sales tax); the threshold for IVA mean that virtually anyone who is self-employed has to charge IVA on sales or services. At the risk of sounding repetitive, don't try any of this without a commercialista.

When it comes to banking, keep in mind that local bank managers in most banks have a high degree of autonomy and you can often negotiate interest rates on loans and even bank charges on transactions.

Health care: Contrary to received opinion, the Italian public health service, at least in Le Marche, works very well. A modern, well-run network of hospitals covers the whole region and even in the most out-of-the-way corners you'll never be far from emergency treatment should you need it.

For minor aches and pains make for the local farmacia, or dispensing chemist. They keep normal shop hours and operate an emergency 24-hour service on a rotating shift basis, details of which are displayed in the window.

If you decide to live in Le Marche you will have to sign up with a general practitioner (medico di famiglia) through the local A.S.L. - Azienda Sanitaria Locale - office and if you are earning you'll have to pay your regular "national insurance" contributions (INPS in Italian).

You can, of course, always consult a doctor as a paying private patient without getting involved with the U.S.L. Under the public health system, unless you are elderly or chronically ill, you'll have to pay a contribution for prescriptions, laboratory analyses and hospital out-patient treatment.

Dental treatment and opticians in Le Marche, as in the rest of Italy, are excellent but expensive and are not covered by the public health service.

Driving: Drivers need a current licence and if it is not the pink EU type it should be accompanied by a translation in Italian, available from the Italian State Tourist Office in your own country or the frontier offices of the Italian Automobile Club (A.C.I).

If travelling in your own car you need the vehicle registration book - if it is not in your own name you must have the owner's written permission to drive the car. You will also need your insurance certificate. Motorists must have all their documents with them while driving as police spot-checks are common.

The only toll motorway (autostrada) in Le Marche is the Bologna-Pescara A14 along the Adriatic coast. Some of the main SS (strada statale) routes are fast, toll-free dual-carriageways, or superstrade.

The area's antique towns were never built for cars and you will find that some historic centres are now closed to unauthorized traffic. Parking, particularly in the morning and early evening, is often a headache. Where signs indicate a time limit you will have to set a disco orario to your time of arrival; you can buy the disc from most newsagents and garages.

If parking spaces are marked with a blue line, it means you have to pay - usually by buying a ticket from a nearby machine. Off the motorway, petrol stations close for up to three hours at lunchtime and all day Sunday. Carry a few uncrumpled banknotes to use in the 24-hour, self-service petrol dispensers now common in garage forecourts.

Seat belts are compulsory and you must carry a reflective warning triangle to be placed at least 50 m behind your car when broken down. You are also now required to have a reflective jacket if you break down.

Speed limits are 50 kph in built-up areas, 90 kph on country roads, 110 kph on dual-carriageways and 130 kph on motorways. It is now also compulsory to switch on your dipped headlights during the day on all main roads.

Police speed checks are frequent and on-the-spot fines are severe. Contrary to received opinion, the standard of driving in Le Marche is generally good.

Language and local culture: The marchigiani possess the best of North and South - you will rarely meet extravagant displays of Neapolitan emotion nor the cool indifference of Milan.

Try speaking a few words of Italian and your welcome will be that much warmer. If you can only master one line, at least try asking in Italian if people speak English - Parla inglese? Remember that outside the main tourist spots, you will not necessarily find people who can speak English. French is a common second language and German is catching on.

The key to Italian social behaviour is often to be found in the idea of bella figura, or cutting a good figure. This is not just a matter of dressing smartly, though that is included. It ranges from such things as using the right mode of formal address to staying relaxed while waiting. Dirt in all its forms cuts a decidedly brutta figura. Italians, incidentally, spend more than any other nation in the world on household cleaning materials and personal toiletries.

Non-smokers will notice - contrary to the received opinion that all Italians smoke - the rules of bella figura are beginning to cover smoking in restaurants and bars; anti-smoking laws that bring Italy into line with other EU countries are being applied with enthusiasm

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/global/main.jhtml?xml=/global/mentors/italyp1.xml

Joe Mantegna Replaces Mandy Patinkin in "Criminal Minds" 8 p.m. Wed. CBS

Chicago actor Joe Mantegna makes his first appearance in Wednesday’s episode of "Criminal Minds". Mantegna’s character, David Rossi, joins the Behavioral Analysis Unit, (BAU) a team of FBI agents who profile and apprehend serial killers and other criminals.
Mantegna joins former Chicago cop and fellow Italian American Edward Allen Bernero, the producer/ head writer on the CBS series.
Mantegna's character's name David Rossi was no accident and was insisted on by Mantegna, and is fashioned after a Los Angeles Policeman, and meant to introduce another "positive" portrayal of an Italian American, as he has in previous roles.


Joe Mantegna Explains the Unusual Origins of his 'Criminal Minds' Character
Chicago Tribune
Maureen Ryan
October 30, 2007

"Criminal Minds" (8 p.m. Wednesday, WBBM-Ch. 2) isn't a show that one associates with off-screen controversy, but there was quite a kerfuffle over the summer when Mandy Patinkin unexpectedly quit the drama and Chicago actor Joe Mantegna was hired to take his place.

Patinkin’s sudden decision to stop playing lead profiler Jason Gideon riled up one of the most affable executive producers in the business, former Chicago cop Edward Allen Bernero, the head writer/producer on the CBS procedural.

“He left us completely in the proverbial lurch,” Bernero told the “Criminal Minds” Fanatic site in July.

But in a recent interview, Bernero sounded very pleased about the arrival of Mantegna, who makes his first appearance in Wednesday’s episode. Bernero said he’d actually been frequenting Mantegna’s Los Angeles-area food emporium, Taste Chicago, for years, though he’d never met the actor.

For Christmas Eve dinners, “we’d go to Taste Chicago and get the Italian beef and Chicago hot dogs,” Bernero said. And so far, their “Criminal Minds” collaboration is going swimmingly, at least from a culinary perspective.

“He gave me a pizza and a beef-sausage combo for my birthday,” Bernero said.

In Wednesday’s episode, Mantegna’s character, David Rossi, joins the Behavioral Analysis Unit, a team of FBI agents who profile and apprehend serial killers and other criminals. Actually it would be more accurate to say he rejoins the BAU, because Rossi actually helped found the original unit.

But the old-school approach of Rossi, who’s become wealthy thanks to the books and consulting he’s done after retiring from the FBI, causes some friction at first, especially with Aaron “Hotch” Hotchner (Thomas Gibson), who’s now the leader of the BAU. And Rossi is a bit at sea when confronted with all the cutting-edge technology the unit now uses.

“He really doesn’t know how to fit into a team. He didn’t really have the team concept” when he helped found the BAU, Bernero said. “There’s a little conflict with him and Hotch — they just don’t know how to deal with each other.”

In Wednesday's episode, the team tracks a killer who makes “Have you seen me?” fliers for his victims, and Rossi takes some bold steps without checking first with his new boss. And while the rest of the team is in awe of Rossi’s accomplishments, the veteran agent isn’t used to sharing his hunches and insights with the group.

Rossi “is a guy who has had a history with [the BAU], has been out of it for a good long time and now has come back,” Mantegna said. “So that in itself creates a whole interesting dynamic. He’s financially well-established, and he has his own way of doing things, which is based on what that initial work was, but that has changed a lot. He’s one of the originators, but he has to play a little catch-up.”

Still, the team respects Rossi’s groundbreaking work in establishing the BAU.

“A lot of what they do is theoretical,” Bernero said. “He actually talked to these [notorious criminals]. At one point he said, ‘That’s not what the guy said. I know because he said it to me.’?”

Rossi also has personal reasons for rejoining the BAU. A case from 20 years ago is still preying on his mind, and as Mantegna said, Rossi doesn’t rejoin the BAU “out of the blue.”

But Rossi’s reason for delving into the old case is “a mystery he keeps to himself,” the actor said.

Mantegna, a fervent Cubs fans, said that his own transition into the “Criminal Minds” team had been smooth so far.

“To put it in terms of sports, I’ve had a long career playing on a lot of teams, and I’ve been traded to another team. I know the game; I just have to adapt to this team,” he said.

He was pleased to find that that at least half the “Minds” crew was from the late, lamented CBS show “Joan of Arcadia,” where he played Will Gerardi for two seasons.

“It was like old-home week in that respect, and then to meet Ed Bernero, an Italian-American former cop from Chicago — I couldn’t have cloned a better human being to be my go-to guy,” Mantegna said.

The two former Chicagoans are so simpatico that Bernero let Mantegna choose his character’s name. Mantegna said he chose the name David Rossi in part as a tribute to a Los Angeles police officer who testified in the 1995 O.J. Simpson trial.

Mantegna said he was struck by how relentlessly the defense lawyers grilled the cop.

“He was just the guy who happened to take the call” the night of the murders of Nicole Brown Simpson and Ronald Goldman, Mantegna said.

Mantegna recalls thinking of Rossi, “From the outside looking in, job well done.”

Mantegna said the real Rossi reminded him of characters in the work of David Mamet. Mantegna, who was a mainstay of the fertile Chicago theater scene of the ’70s and ’80s, won a Tony for his portrayal of salesman Ricky Roma in the 1984 Broadway production of Mamet’s “Glengarry Glen Ross.”

“David very often instilled in his characters the idea of what he described as ‘the excellent man,’” Mantegna said. “Everyone falls short of it, but the excellent man is really just trying do to the best he can under the circumstances, that’s all. That’s all any of us can hope to do. When we were talking about the character, somehow that came to my mind.”

And Rossi’s Italian name is no accident..... on TV and in the movies, if you have a last name that ends in a vowel, you’re a gangster. And every other noble character’s name is Smith or Johnson.”

Whatever the character’s name, Bernero said he’s not worried about the transition from Gideon to Rossi. “Criminal Minds” is still doing well in the Nielsen ratings, despite Patinkin’s absence from the third season (his character briefly appeared in scenes that explained why he left the BAU).

“I don't think it’s ever been the Mandy show,” Bernero said. “It really wasn't that. It’s very much an ensemble.”

Mantegna does, in my opinion, bring a welcome warmth to the show, in contrast to the more dour Patinkin. And for his part, Bernero said he’s not worried about fans rejecting the BAU’s latest addition.

“I don't think there's going to be a Joe Mantegna backlash,” he said with a laugh.

http://featuresblogs.chicagotribune.com/entertainment_tv/2007/10/joe-mantegna-ex.html

Deperate Home Sellers Turn to St Joseph, including Jews, Buddists and Athiests

Thanks to Pat Gabriel

When It Takes a Miracle To Sell Your House

Owners, Realtors Bury Statues Of St. Joseph to Attract Buyers; Don't Forget to Dig Him Up
Wall Street Journal By Sara Schaeffer Munoz
October 30, 2007

Cari Luna is Jewish by heritage and Buddhist by religion. She meditates regularly. Yet when she and her husband put their Brooklyn, N.Y., house on the market this year and offers kept falling through, Ms. Luna turned to an unlikely source for help: St. Joseph.

The Catholic saint has long been believed to help with home-related matters. And according to lore now spreading on the Internet and among desperate home-sellers, burying St. Joseph in the yard of a home for sale promises a prompt bid. After Ms. Luna and her husband held five open houses, even baking cookies for one of them, she ordered a St. Joseph "real estate kit" online and buried the three-inch white statue in her yard.

"I wasn't sure if it would be disrespectful for me, a Jewish Buddhist, to co-opt this saint for my real-estate purposes," says Ms. Luna, a writer. She figured, "Well, could it hurt?"

With the worst housing market in recent years, St. Joseph is enjoying a flurry of attention. Some vendors of religious supplies say St. Joseph statues are flying off the shelves as an increasing number of skeptics and non-Catholics look for some saintly intervention to help them sell their houses.

Some Realtors, too, swear by the practice. Ardell DellaLoggia, a Seattle-area Realtor, buried a statue beneath the "For Sale" sign on a property that she thought was overpriced. She didn't tell the owner until after it had sold. "He was an atheist," she explains. "But he thanked me."

Existing-home sales fell 8% in September to a seasonally adjusted annual rate of 5.04 million units, the lowest level in nearly 10 years, according to the National Association of Realtors.

Statues of St. Joseph sold online can be as tall as 12 inches. One, made of colored resin, portrays St. Joseph cradling the baby Jesus. Yet most home sellers favor the simpler three- or four- inch replicas -- most of which are made in China and often depict St. Joseph as a carpenter.

Most statues come in a "Home Sale Kit" that is priced at around $5 and includes burial instructions and a prayer. One site, Good Fortune Online, recently added another kit with a statue of St. Jude -- known as the patron saint of hopeless causes -- "to help those with a difficult property to sell," the site says. Another site, Stjosephstatue.com, takes orders for its "Underground Real Estate Agent Kits" at 1-888-BURY-JOE.

Demand for the statues has been growing. Ron Weissman, who sells the statues at Good Fortune Online, says about six months ago he switched to online transactions because the increase in calls -- from about two a week to 25 calls a day -- was too much to handle. Richard Weigang, owner of www.catholicstore.com1, says he sells about 400 statues a month, double the amount he sold a year ago.

In Catholicism, St. Joseph, a carpenter, is honored as the husband of Mary and foster father of Jesus. Representing a humble family man, he is the patron saint of home, family and house-hunting, according to the Rev. James Martin, a Jesuit priest and author of "My Life With the Saints." Popular belief holds that people who wish to enlist St. Joseph's help in selling a house should bury his replica upside-down in the yard. (Apartment dwellers are advised to put him in a potted plant.)

Methods of burying the statue vary. Instructions in one package give buyers several options, including burying it upside-down next to the "For Sale" sign, burying it three feet from the rear of the house and burying it next to the front door facing away from the home. Phil Cates, owner of stjosephstatue.com, says: "I've seen it buried in all types of places with all types of ceremonies." He says the detailed burial instructions are largely intended to prevent people from forgetting where they put their St. Joseph. (His kits advise burying it facing it away from the house, to symbolize leaving.)

Theologians say there's no official doctrine that calls for the statue's interment. The practice may have stemmed from medieval rites of land possession, in which conquerors claimed land by planting a cross or banner, says Jaime Lara, associate professor of Christian Art and Architecture at Yale Divinity School. Mr. Lara also suggests that the tradition may have gotten mixed up at some point with folklore surrounding St. Anthony. St. Anthony, known as a matchmaker, would often be held ransom, upside-down, until he found a husband for someone's daughter, he says.

Some clergy aren't sure how St. Joseph would feel about his replica ending up on its head in the dirt, and suggest displaying it somewhere in the house instead.

"I think it's much more respectful than burying the poor guy," says Msgr. Andrew Connell, the archdiocesan director of the Pontifical Society for the Propagation of the Faith in Boston. Some retailers, such as Mr. Weigang, owner of www.catholicstore.com, also encourage buyers to put the statues in the house.

"We don't advocate burying," he says. "Some of those statues are quite beautiful."

Catholic leaders also say that faith and devotion are necessary, in addition to burying a statue, otherwise the practice amounts to little more than superstition or magic. But they are also enjoying the saint's newfound popularity. "If they have a good result and they think it was St. Joseph, it might inspire them to practice more," says Msgr. Connell.

Once someone's home sells, the custom holds, the statue should be dug up and put in a place of honor in the new home. That's what Ms. Luna did after she and her husband sold their house shortly after burying St. Joseph. She put the statue in her office in their new home in Portland, Ore.

But not everyone is aware of the follow-up step. Trudy Lopez and her husband buried a statue of St. Joseph when they were trying to sell their condo, even though Ms. Lopez is Jewish and her husband is a nonpracticing Catholic. They sneaked out late at night, worried they might be breaking a condo association rule.

"And I'm thinking, 'If my family knew what I am doing, they'd die,' " she says.

Soon they got an offer, but didn't realize they were supposed to bring the statue with them to their new home.

"I'm afraid a lot of the statues won't be unearthed and someone will go over St. Joseph's feet with a lawnmower," says Father Martin.

http://online.wsj.com/public/article/SB119370066239175607.html

While 70% Italians Favor Religious Instruction in Public Schools, Only 30% Have Read Gospels.

Few Italians Read Gospels, Survey Shows
Catholic World News
Oct. 30, 2007

Milan, (CWNews.com) - Roughly 70% of all Italians have not read the four Gospels, according to a survey published in the daily La Stampa.

The survey, conducted by Coesis Research for the publishing house Editrice San Paolo, found that most Italians nevertheless support religion, with 90% saying that they favor religious instruction in public schools.

Mother Teresa of Calcutta is the most popular religious writer among Italian readers today, the poll showed. Sts. Catherine of Siena and Teresa of Avila were also ranked among the top 5 preferred religious authors.

Among younger Italians, Pope Benedict XVI is the favorite living religious writer, while older Italians preferred Cardinal Carlo Maria Martini, the retired Archbishop of Milan, who has long been a favorite of liberal Catholics.

In recent years, the two most popular religious books in Italy have been Pope Benedict Jesus of Nazareth and Cardinal Stanislaw Dziwisz's account of his years as secretary to Pope John Paul II, entitled A Life with Karol.

First Generation Network: To Inspire Italian Technology Start Ups

FGN is attempting to overcome the substantially accurate perception in Italy that you must come from a wealthy family or have high placed connections. Americans do not perhaps realize that Europe is still rather stratified.

BlogNation Italy
Amanda Lorenzani
October 30, 2007

One of the sessions held at VentureCamp this month was given by three members of the First Generation Network - an organisation looking to unite and inspire Italian entrepreneurs through positive case studies and role models.

The panel was made up of Vitaminic Founder Gianluca Dettori, Marco Palombi who founded Splinder and Marco Rossi, Founder of Movenda. First Generation Network now has 15 members who give up their time to participate at events and give mentoring and advice to entrepreneurs. It’s a fantastic, positive showcase that proves it is possible to buck the negative stereotypes surrounding starting up in Italy and the team wants to address the “no risk” culture that prevails with providing real life proof.

The messages they are promoting among entrepreneurs get straight to the point and were highlighted by Dettori at VentureCamp:

1) You can do it on your own - sometimes Italy suffers from the illusion that it’s impossible to start something on your own without backing from friends in high places or a powerful family. This is not the case and First Generation provides the evidence contrary to the idea.

2) Italy has home grown success stories - there are many highly successful web / technology companies that are based in Italy. It’s not always easy to find them because, unlike in the US, entrepreneurs in this sector don’t have the same celebrity status among the industry and wider public. First Generation aims to provide positive role models for Italians to get inspiration from.

3) Information and help is available - it’s easy to think that starting up in Italy is almost impossible. Unearthing information on anything: from how to set up, company admin, taxes etc to building a support network can seem daunting. But, information and help is out there and the First Generation team gives up their time to diffuse as much of their knowledge as possible.

They also highlighted a new project, Capturing Creativity, which is being run in conjunction with the American Embassy in Rome. This series of web chats with key players also provides a great showcase of Italian success stories and is well worth checking out.

One of the points made by Gianluca Dettori is something that has been coming up regularly at events in Italy - that Italian entrepreneurs who were successful during the first dot com boom are now looking to reinvest with early stage seed funding.

This is really encouraging news for the Italian internet sector so if you are considering a start up or just want more information to help you make decisions, First Generation is a good place to start.

I would also be interested in finding out about other schemes running like this one which could prove a good source of information for entrepreneurs. Please let us know if you are involved with anything similar.

Monday, October 29, 2007

Italian Denise Karbon Wins Season-Opening Giant Slalom World Cup- Italian American Julia Mancuso, Second

Denise Karbon [Brixen (Bressanone),Trentino-Alto Adige] fought seemingly endless battle with injuries including a shattered knee then a broken ankle, and THEN a costly blunder by the Italian Ski Federation who had forgotten to freeze her World Cup rankings to protect her starting position.

Thus she was plummeted from a top-30 starter down into the 80s, Karbon's late start numbers meant she was constantly skiing on rutted snow as she tried to claw her way back to the top.

Despite those obstacles, the 27-year-old Italian, who has been dogged by serious injuries since she was 13, won her first World Cup race in four years on Saturday at the season-opening giant slalom at the Rettenbach course in a two-run combined time of two minutes 23.21 secs..
Olympic champion, Italian American Julia Mancuso of Olympic Valley, Calif., finished second.

Italian Denise Karbon Wins Season-Opening Giant Slalom World Cup

The Canadian Press October 28, 2007

SOELDEN, Austria - A seemingly endless battle with injuries and a costly blunder by her team couldn't stop Denise Karbon from returning to the top of the podium.

After struggling to overcome a shattered knee then a broken ankle - as well as a damaging plunge in the World Cup standings - the 27-year-old Italian won her first World Cup race in four years on Saturday at the season-opening giant slalom.

"It's my first victory in a long time," said Karbon, who tore down the Rettenbach course in a two-run combined time of two minutes 23.21 seconds. "But then, it's the first time in a long time that I haven't been injured."....

But it was a thoroughly enjoyable event for Karbon, whose health problems started when she was 13 and broke her femur. Her first day back on skis, she shredded her cruciate ligaments.

Karbon posted her first and only other victory at Alta Badia, Italy, in 2003. Then her luck turned.

In August 2004, she fell while training in Chile and destroyed her knee, tearing all the ligaments and meniscus and breaking the head of her tibia. In all, she has torn her ACL three times, requiring five operations.

She was still unable to compete in 2005-06, and when she arrived crying and afraid at the bottom of the foggy giant slalom course at the Turin Olympics, many thought her career was over.

To make matters worse, the Italian Ski Federation had forgotten to freeze her World Cup rankings to protect her starting position.

Plummeting from a top-30 starter down into the 80s, Karbon's late start numbers meant she was constantly skiing on rutted snow as she tried to claw her way back to the top.

But last season, Karbon regained confidence after placing ninth in Aspen, Colorado, seventh at Semmering, Austria, and third in Cortina, Italy. She also took bronze at the worlds in Are, Sweden.

"I couldn't be more surprised," Karbon said. "I went through a lot of tough times so this is quite an emotional time for me. I think of the people around me and how I had to fight, not just for myself, but to motivate and excite them."

Olympic giant slalom champion Julia Mancuso finished runner-up in 2:23.54 after a sizzling top section on her second run to come back from 12th position in the opening run.

"I had a wake-up call after the first run," Mancuso said. "In the second run my technique was poor but I was much faster. When I got down I was excited to be top 10 and then everybody kept falling back. I was definitely surprised to be on the podium."

Austria's Kathrin Zettel - who broke her leg in the downhill portion of a super-combi race in Tarvisio, Italy, last March - was third in 2:23.73.

Olympic silver medallist Tanja Poutiainen, who led after the opening run, slipped to fourth after a disappointing second effort.

Overall World Cup champion Nicole Hosp of Austria dropped from third to 12th after struggling with her skis......

Sunday, October 28, 2007

England has Similar North /South Quandry as Italy

This report is rather long and comprehensive, which is informative but tiring. But it does make us realize Italy is not singular in it's divisiveness. It also makes many of us realize a division in England we were not aware of before. There are divisions like this in every country, It just seems that Italy receives almost exclusive attention.

Focus: Changing Britain

North v South

The imaginary social barrier crossing the country was redrawn in a controversial new study last week. But how do Britons feel as they contemplate the new dividing line?

Guardian Unlimited, UK The Observer Elizabeth Day
Sunday October 28, 2007

It's not that Andrew Lepreux hates southerners, it's just that he thinks their beer tastes a bit funny and that they say 'bath' oddly. 'I'm Leicester born and bred and I think of myself as a northerner.' He breaks off to rearrange the small plastic punnets of cherry tomatoes on his market stall, his red anorak zipped up to protect against the drizzle. 'I have a northern perspective on things and by that I mean that I think we're maybe a bit more friendly, a bit more down to earth than the South.'
So what does Lepreux, 40, make of the academic study released last week that drew a new north-south dividing line across the country, placing the East Midlands city of Leicester firmly in England's southern realms, the land of metropolitan unease, high house prices and unfriendliness on public transport?

'Rubbish,' he says, with admirable straightforwardness. 'It doesn't make any difference to how I think of myself.'

Yet for all that he might dismiss the categorisation, culturally, socially and politically, the North-South divide has existed in our national psychology since the Industrial Revolution as a sort of informal border between the economically prosperous metropolises of the South and the provincial, industrial cities of the North.

The new line, devised by Danny Dorling, professor of human geography at the University of Sheffield, is based on a number of more recent socio-economic developments, including rising house prices, increased life expectancy and voting patterns.

Instead of starting at the Watford Gap as many Londoners believe, Dorling's line says the North begins at the Severn estuary and heads up towards the Humber, hitting the coast in a higgledy piggledy diagonal south of Grimsby. The Midlands was brutally dismissed as 'adding more confusion than light' to the country's geographical makeup.

'There is a missing year of life expectancy north of this line,' says Dorling, who was asked to devise the map for a new exhibition at the Lowry arts centre in Salford entitled 'The Myth of the North'. 'Children south of the line are much more likely to attend Russell Group universities [an association of many the country's best universities], a house price cliff now runs along much of the line and, on the voting map, the line still often separates red from blue.'

It is impossible to talk in terms of average figures covering areas such as house prices and incomes, says Dorling. 'The South has a few pockets of poverty in a sea of affluence, whereas the North has a few pockets of affluence in a sea of poverty. The two are opposed, but the average figure would be misleading because the divide is much bigger than any average would suggest.

'Beneath this line is where you start worrying about inheritance tax - above it, you should be worried about people being let off inheritance tax in the South, explains Dorling. 'In terms of life chances, the only line within another European country that is comparable to the North-South divide is that which used to separate East and West Germany.'

It also separates the neighbouring East Midlands towns of Nottingham - which finds itself in the north - and Leicester, which is deemed to meet the criteria necessary to shed the flat caps and release the whippets into the wild.

'I thought it was an interesting decision to put us south of the line,' says Margaret Draycott, a Labour councillor in Leicester, 'but I'm going to take it as a compliment because it's based on the fact that Leicester has a lot of good things going for it.'

The figures, certainly, are in Leicester's favour. There has been a recent commercial boom, with businesses attracted by the close rail links to London and the comparatively cheap office space. The average house price here is Ј145,000 compared to Nottingham's Ј127,000. A Leicester local can expect to live to an average age of 77, while 30 miles north, the average life expectancy in Nottingham is just 72.

Over recent years, areas of Nottingham have been hit by spates of gun crime - including when 14-year-old Danielle Beccan was fatally shot in the crossfire between rival gangs three years ago. GCSE attainment is below par; teenage pregnancies are substantially above the England average; a third of adults smoke and one in five is obese.

Do the statistics translate to a tangible difference in cultural identity? Or is the divide increasingly irrelevant in an area almost synonymous with immigration? Leicester's 289,700 population is almost 30 per cent Asian and the Commission for Racial Equality estimates that it will have a 50 per cent ethnic population by 2011, making it the first UK city where whites are a minority.

Pravin Dattani, 53, understands only too well the mercurial nature of cultural identity. He runs a business selling fabrics in Leicester. He was one of the 80,000 Asians expelled from his native Uganda by Idi Amin in 1972. Asking him to define himself as northern or southern seems absurd and he greets all such questions with a sanguine smile, a half-closing of the eyes and a measured exhalation of breath.

'I have lived through a changing history in Leicester,' he says, as he rolls up reams of brightly coloured cotton. 'We are more multicultural than anything else now. When I first arrived with my family, we weren't welcomed by Leicester City Council - even though we had British passports, so we had a right to be here. They told us they didn't want Ugandan Asians taking white jobs and they didn't give us housing. So we set up our own business selling textiles. We ended up thriving and there are millions of us here now. I have three boys and one girl and they were all born and raised here and they are completely English. To me, it doesn't matter where we are on the map. It just matters that we are here.'

Clearly, it seems that the traditional stereotypes of North and South engendered by this divide are, at best, meaningless and at worst, deeply patronising. The caricature of the hearty northern pigeon fancier with a taste for bread and dripping holds no more true than the stereotyped notion of a flashy southerner who wears chinos, works in banking and calls his children after Old Testament prophets. Still, it doesn't mean that we don't enjoy poking fun at each other.

'I'd prefer to be classed as a northerner. Down south, it's all offices, expensive prices and miserable people,' says Keith Williams, 53, the chair of the Leicester branch for the Campaign for Real Ale. 'The North has a better range of beers, it's more normal, more friendly. We've been down to London a few times for the Great British Beer Festival and that's such a dismal place. The closer you get to London, the higher the house prices and the worse the beer.'

Most of the people The Observer spoke to on either side of the divide believe the line is too simplistically drawn to convey the economic mosaic of our modern British cities, all of which contain a coexistence of deprivation and wealth.

Graham Allen, the Labour MP for Nottingham North, believes that Nottingham epitomises 'a tale of two cities'. There is, he says, a prosperous, urban nucleus with two highly regarded universities and a thriving shopping centre. Then there are the working-class estates that used to feed the coalmines, the pockets of poverty, disillusionment and a chronic lack of education.

'Most of the kids on my patch arrive at school unable to speak a sentence or recognise a number,' he said. 'One of my key initiatives is to ensure, through early intervention, that these children are school-ready, so they can then be life-ready. Nottingham is sadly the UK city that gets the fewest kids into university.

'That is not a tale of North or South. The line doesn't reflect daily reality and I don't think it's a helpful thing. I'm looking for answers, for solutions, for something that attacks the inter-generational nature of these problems, whether that's in the North or the South is irrelevant: it's wherever there's deprivation. Just to say that one side of the line is deprived and one isn't... well, it might make a nice graphic, but it doesn't help me to get one more kid into school.'

If anything, it seems that, north of London, our notion of identity has retained its distinctly local flavour. The inhabitants of Leicester and Nottingham are far more likely to think of themselves in relation to their home towns than their regional origins.

When, four years ago, East Midlands airport was renamed Nottingham airport, despite being closer to Leicester, there was such an outcry from Leicester residents that managers were forced to drop any city's name from the title.

The two cities have long enjoyed a healthy rivalry that seems mostly to stem from Nottingham's appropriation of the Robin Hood legend. Leicester's most famous sons include the somewhat less dashing Engelbert Humperdinck (the singer, not the composer) and an 18th-century prison warder called Daniel Lambert who bears the dubious distinction of being one of the most obese men in history. He weighed 50 stone when he died in 1809 and the circumference of his waist measured 9ft 4in. Several residents tell me his story with barely concealed civic pride. Items of Lambert's clothing are still displayed as star exhibits in the local museums.

'If you ask people from Leicester or Nottingham where they feel they're from, it's much more rooted in communities, in a mixture of localities and ethnicities,' says John Heeley, the chief executive of the Experience Nottinghamshire tourist board. He sits in a purpose-built conference room in his offices, the walls hung with a series of photographs depicting glossy, happy, shining scenes of Nottinghamshire life.

'For some people, that identity may be a football ground where it all comes together, past and present, at 3pm on a Saturday but it's certainly not a regional identity,' he says. 'I don't think regional identity exists beyond being useful for bureaucratic, administrative reasons.

'The North-South divide is and always has been less than useful and the reason for that, I think, is that it camouflages a much more important and meaningful divide between what is basically London and the Home Counties versus the provincial, former industrial cities. It seems to be an arbitrarily drawn line.'

For Heeley, the placing of Leicester and Nottingham on opposite sides of the divide highlights the weakness of the concept. The two cities, he contends, are vastly similar. Both are forging new identities, having lost the industries that once defined them. In Leicester, the old hosiery and footwear factories have been bought up by property developers. In Nottingham, the famed Raleigh bicycle factory was demolished in 2003 to make way for a university campus extension. The coalmines were closed by the bruising and bloody battles of the 1980s. Their fates, and those of countless other post-industrial enclaves across the country, are almost interchangeable.

'It's a city that's finding its way,' says Roger Coulter, a 61-year-old restaurateur and retired estate agent. 'The old industries - the lace makers, the cigarette manufacturers - have all largely disappeared and now we're searching for things to replace them, whether that be through the development of office space or residential flats.

'One of the most celebrated descriptions of an industrial city in the 1960s was in [Alan Sillitoe's] Saturday Night and Sunday Morning which was written by a Nottingham author. It was grimy, black and summed up what life was like, but it could have just as well been set in Bristol, in Glasgow or in Derby. But it couldn't have been set in London. The Full Monty was filmed in Sheffield, but it was based on a story of unemployed car-workers from Coventry.'

Although most locals would admit to a certain tribal delight in describing themselves as northerners or southerners, it seems to be accompanied by a tacit acknowledgement that such distinctions are retrograde, to be treated with a dose of humour rather than further dignified by academic study.

Underneath the strip-lit awnings of Leicester market, Janet Bass, 67, says that the dividing line is 'a bit old-fashioned'. She has lived in Leicester since 1946, after moving from London with her family to seek a better quality of life after the Blitz.

'It's divisive isn't it?' she says, standing by a stall selling bird seed and disparate household items. 'It conjures up all sorts of cultural differences and encourages people to think of themselves as separate places, rather than just as England or Britain. If you're going to move it at all, why not get rid of it altogether?'

The multicultural ethnic mix in this corner of England brings with it a sense of being part of a broader global community. Just as the advent of the railways in the 19th century seemed to create a single nation out of a hundred localities, so the growth of cheap flights in the 21st century and the spreading tentacles of the internet, appear to have fostered a greater sense of global belonging.

'There is an awareness of the wider world,' says Heeley. 'But the more you expand your consciousness globally, the more another part of you will seek refuge in your home, in those locally rooted symbols and past-times.'

Inside the raucous Globe pub on Silver Street in the centre of Leicester, the regulars are not too fussed whether they find themselves in the North, the South or the Midlands.

'I was born in Scotland, so everything seems south to me and it doesn't really mean much,' says the landlady Janet Kerr, 45, a diminutive blonde who struggles to make her voice heard over the good-humoured din. 'But I have noticed a difference in how people drink their beer. In the South, they like their beer flat, without a head. In the North, they like it with a bit of sparkle and we pull it with a head. In Leicester, our regulars want a head on their ale, so I would say that makes them northerners.'

It seems that this is just as good a demarcation line as any. By closing time, no one really cares where they find themselves. They just want to find their way home.

Counting the cost

Ј265,000 Average cost of a house on the South coast compared with Ј159,000 in the North.

54.9 Average healthy life expectancy - the age at which ill-health sets in - in Middlehaven, Middlesbrough, against 86 years in Didcot, Oxfordshire.

10 years Boys born in Manchester likely to die this much younger than those in Kensington and Chelsea.

90 per cent of areas with highest rates of emergency hospital admissions due to alcohol are in the North.

75 per cent of NHS trusts in the north east were rated excellent or good, but three-quarters were rated fair or weak in the south east.
Rowan Walker

"Playing for Pizza" Makes Reviewer an Italian Devotee, but No Football Fan

This Reviewer from Malaysia, after having read Grisham's latest book, "Playing for Pizza" finds that she has learned two things: FIRST, Italy is the place to go to before she dies, and, SECOND, American football is a difficult game to read about.
But then maybe it's a Chick thing ?? :)


Just Forget the Football

Malaysia Star - Malaysia Review by Sharmila Nair Sunday October 27, 2007

A legal thriller master writes about playing football but wins our reviewer over with everything else but football.

PLAYING FOR PIZZA By John Grisham Publisher: Doubleday; 258 pages (ISBN: 978-0385525008)

BEFORE picking up Playing for Pizza, I had only read two of John Grisham's non-legal novels, A Painted House and Skipping Christmas. I must confess that, although the books were good, I had wished at least 70 times that I'd wake up to find out that he hadn't written them at all.

Now, don't get me wrong, Grisham is quite talented at switching from high-octane legal thriller vein to more mundane mode and writing interestingly about stuff we take for granted.

But reading a Grisham minus the due process drama is like eating non-fat chocolate cake - it's chocolate but not real chocolate, and you'll never feel the same satisfaction in the end. Know what I mean?

So, obviously, I approached Playing for Pizza which much trepidation. But I was asked to review it, so I pushed aside my initial apprehension and tried the novel.

First of all, it's an easy book to read, as it took me fewer than eight hours and only two "You're going to go blind if you keep reading like that" comments from my mother to finish it.

And when I finally had, I'd learned two things: first, Italy is the place to go to before I die, and, second, American football is a difficult game to read about.

(Thanks to Astro's ESPN and the like, you probably realise, of course, I'm not talking about the "football" that most Malaysians mean when that word is used - the Americans, being Americans, just had to be different and develop their own version that involves carrying the ball....)

The story revolves around NFL (National Football League) Hall-of-Shame inductee Rick Dockery who, from the author's description, seems like a good-looking guy with the luck of a straight man in a gay bar....

After a disastrous game that leaves him physically broken and mentally defeated, Dockery wakes up from a 24-hour coma only to face a mob of angry Cleveland Brown fans and several death threats.

We then follow our fallen hero to la bella Italy, where he is (under)paid to play American football for the Parma Panthers. In a land where American football is almost unheard of, and with a team that looks forward more to the after-practise pizza session than the game itself, Dockery finds himself leading the reluctant Panthers towards winning the Italian Super Bowl title, for which the team has never -ever - even qualified.

And this is when the trouble starts, for the average non-American reader, anyway. Grisham, unfortunately, thinks that all his readers are well versed with the terms and technicalities of this very American sport - doesn't the man know that the "beautiful game" is what the rest of the world plays, not the American version?

Halfway through the book, I was tempted to put it down and Google the football terms that the author uses, to my mind, excessively, just so that I could get a clearer picture of what the heck he's talking about. What is a 50-yard penalty? Or bootleg? Or flipped and faked?

All this unnecessary detail about the game - the man describes every move, every throw, every fall, ad nauseam - can make following the storyline very frustrating.

Perhaps, I thought to myself, after the umpteenth description of a great goal kick, this book isn't suitable for non-sports fans? So I asked my friend, a sports fanatic, if he could explain to me the game of football.

He started with Manchester United, then stopped with shrug and a "Dunno", when I added the word American in front of "football".

If a die hard fan of all things sporting couldn't tell me what American football was all about, then how was I, a bookworm, a sitcom junkie and a 60kph type of driver, ever going to follow the game just by reading about it?

And that is when I realised the secret to thoroughly enjoying this book: whenever Grisham dissected game play, I'd skim through quickly because I learnt that re-reading the paragraph seven times wouldn't bring clarity, anyway.

Once you do that, you can settle in to enjoy the man's writing. Grisham does a wonderful job of bringing Italy to life, evocatively describing the pastas, wines, cheeses, places and, even more beautifully, its people.

He is excellent at illustrating the Italian way of life just through words - so much so that, once, I could have sworn I could smell the fresh aroma of the coffee he was writing about (okay, I guess it could have been my mother brewing a cup in the kitchen).

Even with nary a courtroom scene, Playing for Pizza has almost everything it takes to be a good John Grisham novel, once you ignore the irritating football commentaries.

It's obvious that the author offers this book with a dash of love and a whole lot of camaraderie, so Playing for Pizza is well worth reading. But don't say that I didn't warn you about the football lessons, capiche ?

http://thestar.com.my/lifestyle/story.asp?file=/2007/10/28/lifebookshelf/19204620&sec=lifebookshelf

Joe Calzaghe - 'The Italian Dragon' - WBO Super-Middleweight Champ Goes for Kessler's WBA and WBC Belts

Joe Calzaghe, WBO Super-Middleweight, 35 now, of Italian-Welsh ancestry is called 'The Italian Dragon' and 'The Pride of Wales'.

His magnificent, unbeaten record of 43 fights and the fact that since he knocked out Chris Eubank, he has been a champion for 10 years means that those great American Light Heavy Weights, Bernard 'The Executioner' Hopkins (42) and Roy Jones Jr (38) and others, have ensured avoidance with excessive pay requirements

Proposed invasions of the United States by Calzaghe have never happened. After the way he demolished the American, Jeff Lacy, in Manchester in March last year, American reluctance to meet him is understandable.

Another win, predicted against Mikkel Kessler, will make it his 21st successful title defence. Only two other boxers, Dariusz Michalczewski, of Poland, with 23, and the greatest legend of them all, Joe Louis, with 25, have gone beyond 21.

Kessler, another undefeated boxer with 29 knock-outs in his 39-fight career, suggests he is worthy of creating apprehension . At 28, he is supposedly at his peak. The timing of next Sunday's televised fight is tailored for American television.


Joe Calzaghe's Dream in Own Hands

Telegraph.co.uk - United Kingdom
By James Mossop
October 28, 2007

A swarthy warrior feints with a southpaw right, fires a piston left and looks down upon a flattened Danish pastry called Mikkel Kessler. Wales erupts in jubilation.

Joe Calzaghe is the uncompromising punishment dispenser and intends dispatching his latest victim before tens of thousands of admirers somewhere between one and two o'clock in the sharp, middle-of-the-night air at the Millennium Stadium, Cardiff, next Sunday. Calzaghe aims to defend his WBO super-middleweight (12 stones) championship while removing Kessler's WBA and WBC belts.

There is one worry. The hand that is expected to end the night's business can be as fragile as glass. He fractured it when fighting Evans Ashira in September 2005, but Calzaghe disguised the pain of a redundant weapon to win one-handed. It went again in the gym shortly before he was due to meet Glen Johnson last summer.

His magnificent, unbeaten record of 43 fights and the fact he has been a champion since he knocked Chris Eubank around 10 years ago means that those great Americans, Bernard 'The Executioner' Hopkins and Roy Jones Jr and others, have ensured avoidance with excessive pay requirements.

Hands up, Joe, can you trust that fist of yours to stay firm against Kessler, the bruiser from Copenhagen? His brown eyes dropped towards the dubious metacarpals as we discussed the issue the other day. He said: "I have been boxing for 25 years and I have had this weak hand, well it's not really weak, since I was 14. I have broken my hand before but, thank goodness, everything is all right for the fight and has been all the way through 10 weeks of training.

"You only have limited protection with the 10-ounce fight gloves, so it is all in the lap of the gods. If you hit the guy on the top of the head in the first round you are going to break your hand.

"But I am not going in there thinking about it. My hands are strong and I am going in there throwing both of them."

Calzaghe is 35 now, of Italian-Welsh ancestry which means the poster boys announce him as either 'The Italian Dragon' or 'The Pride of Wales'. Another win, predicted against Kessler, will make it his 21st successful title defence. Only two other boxers, Dariusz Michalczewski, of Poland, with 23, and the greatest legend of them all, Joe Louis, with 25, have gone beyond 21.

Proposed invasions of the United States by Calzaghe have never happened. After the way he demolished the American, Jeff Lacy, in Manchester in March last year, American reluctance to meet him is understandable.

Lacy arrived as the man most likely restore a fading American scene. He was to consign Calzaghe to the archives, thrill armchair viewers from Seattle to Sarasota and pack future ringsides. But Joe took his IBF belt in style, although he later relinquished it rather than meet a nominated no-hoper.

Some may say that the absence of an American stamp on his passport means there is a credibility gap in his career. "I still think there is a possibility that I will go there," he said, "but there have not been any big super-middleweight Americans. Jones and Hopkins were ear-marked but neither of them really wanted it.

"It's just one of those things. If I never fight in America I don't see it as a big void in my career. When you look at filling a stadium with 40,000-odd thousand people that is a much bigger buzz than fighting in America in front of 4,000. I've still got a chance if it comes off with Hopkins and that would most likely be in the States. If not, so be it."

After the Kessler fight, Calzaghe plans to step up to light-heavyweight, a division where Hopkins now resides at the age of 42. Jones, another possibility, is 38 and both are hovering around retirement decisions.

Calzaghe, always supremely fit and perfectly prepared by his father-trainer, Enzo, can also see the day when the gloves are removed for the last time. What would be the ultimate fulfilment and how should we remember him?

He thought for a moment and said: "Fulfilment would be to win this fight and then go for one, maybe two, at light-heavyweight, do something in that division and then retire undefeated. That's the scenario for the rest of my career.

"I suppose I would like to be remembered as one of the best, perhaps the best super-middleweight there has been, and one of the top fighters in this country with my reign of 10 years as champion. I am proud of all of my achievements. Everyone has an opinion. Every fight is career-defining. I am my own worst critic but to dominate a fellow world champion the way I did against Lacy was not bad. I was proud of myself about that."

Now there is Kessler, another undefeated boxer with 29 knock-outs in his 39-fight career. His record suggests he is worthy of creating apprehension in the Calzaghe camp and says he has a plan.

"Ah, they all say that," snorts Enzo. "They all have plans for beating Joe. There is no way, no system for beating him. There is only one Joe Calzaghe."

Kessler clearly is not a man to respect reputations. At 28, supposedly at his peak, there is plenty of bark as we wait for the bite. Calzaghe is ready, saying: "He had better watch out because there is nothing I like more than a bit of needle. When I smell danger, my fighting instincts kick in. He has never been involved in a fight like this before."

The timing of the televised fight is tailored for American television — and insomniacs — and provides Calzaghe with another chance to impress those critics who continue to question his credentials.

To prepare himself for Kessler he has been training at midnight. This week the hard work is diminishing but there will be some fretful dieting as he sheds seven pounds to make the 12st limit. Out of training, he tops 14st, hence the resolution to turn to the 12st 7lb light-heavyweight class. "I can't wait for Friday's weigh-in," he said, "because after that I can start eating and drinking the stuff I like. I'll be irritable till then."

Saturday will be a long one. He would love to lie in bed late but admits it is impossible. He will be alert at 8am. He may try to rest in the afternoon but "the adrenalin will be racing and the fight will be on my mind. I am not like Lennox Lewis who could sleep in the changing room before a big fight".

Cometh the ungodly hour, may the hand of glass become the fist of stone.

  • Setanta Sports 1, Saturday from 8.15pm, not pay-per-view.

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  • Incredible: 63 years Later, Army Exonerates Blacks who Lynched Italian POWs !!!!!!!

    In 1944, Fort Lawton (near Seattle) an all-black unit in the segregated Army was preparing to ship out for New Guinea. While they waited, the men were barracked near a group of about 200 Italian prisoners of war who worked as laborers at the fort.

    The Blacks HIGHLY resented the Italians POWs, NOT for anything the Italians did, BUT because the Italians benefited from the US Army's SEGREGATION policies, and PRIVILEGES that were granted to the POWs, because the Italians were willing to do Labor, NOT required by the Geneva Convention.

    The Italians were permitted to "court" white local women in segregated bars, that were "off limits" to Blacks.

    The Blacks feeling black women were not as desirable as the white women, and having to work harder at gaining access to white women were angry. Also apparently, the Blacks feelings were hurt, because they could not sleep in the same barracks, or eat in the same mess hall with the white soldiers.

    Therefore, the Blacks felt these "slights" by the US authorities supposedly "entitled" the Blacks to taunt Italians, start fights with them, lynch one of them, and hospitalize 26 Italians after the Black soldiers "stormed the Italian barracks with rocks, sticks and knives".

    28 Blacks were court-martialed. Now 63 years later it seems politically expedient, and convenient historical revisionism, to excuse the Blacks conduct!!!!!! This is a gigantic Travesty!!!!!

    It is like I am not permitted entrance to a Private Club, because I can't Afford the membership, or be "Approved", and all the great looking young starlets are inside, out of my reach. So I break in with a baseball bat, and start bashing in the heads of the employees, because I am a "victim" of "class" discrimination. I am justified Right??? And the Difference is?????

    Are you going to tell me that Discrimination against the "Untouchables" in India, which is Not "racial", but "class" is OK, Or the Ashkenazi discrimination against Sephardics in Israel, which is not racial, but class, would justify riotous or terrorist activities????


    63 Years Later, Army Exonerates Black Troops

    Seattle Times By Jonathan Martin
    Staff reporter Saturday, October 27, 2007

    For more than a half-century, the convictions of 28 African-American soldiers for a riot that ended in the lynching of an Italian prisoner of war at Seattle's Fort Lawton during World War II has held an uneasy place in history.

    It was the Army's largest court-martial of the war, and it was one of the region's worst conflicts between blacks and whites.

    On Friday, the incident gained a new place in history. In what is believed to be an unprecedented ruling after a yearlong review, an Army review board tossed out the convictions after finding the trial was "fundamentally unfair."

    The ruling by the Army's highest administrative-review board has granted honorable discharges and back pay for four soldiers whose families petitioned for the review. And it will likely apply to the other 24 soldiers if their families also petition, according to attorneys involved in the case.

    Only two of the soldiers are still alive.

    "It's a real beautiful thing," said one of them, Samuel Snow, 84, of Leesburg, Fla.

    The decision reflects a willingness by the government to "correct the record," said Col. Dan Baggio, the Army's chief spokesman.

    "We learn by mistakes, when we do make mistakes, even when it takes a long time," he said Friday. "We feel good about getting it right."

    The unusual review by the Army's Board for Correction of Military Records began more than a year ago at the request of U.S. Rep. Jim McDermott, D-Seattle, who had read about the August 1944 incident in "On American Soil," a book by Seattle author Jack Hamann.

    Tensions with POWs

    In 1944, Fort Lawton — most of which is now Discovery Park — was an important staging ground for the war in the Pacific. Snow's all-black unit in the segregated Army was preparing to ship out for New Guinea.

    While they waited, the men were barracked near a group of about 200 Italian prisoners of war who worked as laborers at the fort.

    Tensions between the Italians and Americans both black and white rose for a number of reasons. Italians got leave to drink in off-base bars that didn't serve blacks, and also chased the same Seattle girls pursued by white soldiers.

    "It was racial, real racial," recalled Snow. "I never slept with white soldiers, or ate in a white mess hall."

    The night of the riot, some of the black soldiers and some of the Italians exchanged drunken insults and fought, Hamann said. Then a white military policeman "fanned the tensions" of the black soldiers and whipped their anger into a riot, probably because he resented the Italians for courting local women.

    The next morning, an Italian private, Guglielmo Olivotto, was found hanged in the woods. A Seattle Times story at the time said 26 Italians were hospitalized after the black soldiers "stormed the barracks of the former Axis soldiers," reportedly with rocks, sticks and knives.

    Defense obstacles

    Although only two Italians could identify their attackers, 43 black soldiers were tried in a combined trial. All of them were represented by two defense lawyers, including Howard Noyd, who is now 92 and living in Bellevue.

    Noyd recalled Friday that he had about 10 days to prepare, not enough time to even interview all the defendants.

    Defense lawyers were also denied access to an Army inspector general's investigation, which included suggestions that the white military policeman might have been involved in the lynching. Yet the prosecutors were able to draw from evidence in the "confidential" report.

    "It was a very critical point," Noyd said. "We wanted all the investigation that the government was using, and we were denied that privilege."

    In the end, 28 of the soldiers, including Snow, were convicted of rioting. Two were convicted of manslaughter in Olivotto's death.

    Snow served a year in the brig. Other soldiers served as many as 25 years.

    "... it was so egregious"

    In its ruling Friday, the Army board said the lack of preparation time afforded the defense, along with the denial of access to the inspector general's report, meant the soldiers didn't get a fair trail. The panel noted that the white military policeman, who had testified against the black soldiers, was later convicted of abandoning his post during the riot.

    Left unstated in Friday's report is mention of the racial inequities that permeated the segregated wartime Army.

    "You have to remember, it comes out of an era when racial relations were awful," said Rep. McDermott. "When you look at the facts, it was so egregious. I think the Army, for its own pride, had to say, 'We made a horrible mistake here and we have to make it right.' "

    Experts in military justice said Friday that they were aware of no larger case of military convictions being overturned.

    "I think it is terrific sign that the military justice system is reckoning with its past mistakes," said Elizabeth Hillman, a visiting law professor at the University of California, Berkeley. "Without the political pressure, this never would have happened."

    How much back pay?

    It remained uncertain Friday how much the surviving soldiers and the heirs of the deceased might end up getting in back pay and benefits because of the ruling. Baggio, the Army spokesman, said those decisions had not yet been made.

    But at the very least, the ruling will give families benefits such as a marble headstone and a flag presented by the Army to veterans, Hamann said.

    "I have to be saddened that most went to their grave knowing this injustice was done and not living to see it corrected," he said.

    After the war, Snow went back to his hometown of Leesburg to work as a church janitor and raise two children. But because of his dishonorable discharge, he couldn't get such benefits as the GI Bill for education and veterans health care.

    Friday, Snow said he could definitely use the money a settlement would bring. But he was more concerned on Friday about finally getting an honorable discharge.

    Years ago, in an effort to hide the conviction from his children — even though he considered it a racist injustice — he set fire to his Army paperwork.

    "I'm rejoicing today," said Snow. "I'm not mad at nobody. I'm just as satisfied as can be."

    Jonathan Martin: 206-464-2605 or jmartin@seattletimes.com

    Jersey Devil Bon Jovi Debuts "new" Jersey Devil Stadium

    This was a special occasion: opening night at the Prudential Center, the gleaming new arena in downtown Newark.Tthe building’s flagship team is the ice hockey New Jersey Devils.
    To celebrate the grand opening, the center - booked New Jersey’s most indefatigable rock band, Bon Jovi, to play a 10-night stand.
    Certainly Mr. Bon Jovi was pleased to play the dual role of gracious host and proud native son. "I’m the Jersey Devil, and this is my new house," he said. And for more than two hours, his band played on.

    It’s hard not to marvel at this band’s career. "Slippery When Wet," Bon Jovi’s third album, from 1986, was a career-making blockbuster, spawning three songs that helped define an era: "Wanted Dead or Alive" , "Livin’ on a Prayer" and "You Give Love a Bad Name." Then, having lit the fire, the members of Bon Jovi merely needed to stoke it with a new album every few years, and the occasional hit single.

    One need not be a record executive (though it probably helps) to admire Bon Jovi’s unabashedly practical approach. At the turn of the century, when teen-pop was ascendant, the band collaborated with the teen-pop mastermind Max Martin on a bubblegum rock song, "It’s My Life," that soon became a worldwide favorite. And when "Who Says You Can’t Go Home," a Bon Jovi song that was rerecorded as a duet with Sugarland’s Jennifer Nettles, unexpectedly topped the country chart, the band members merely shrugged and got to work on "Lost Highway" (Island), a Nashville-influenced album released in June.

    “Lost Highway" hasn’t (yet) given the band another country-radio favorite, but for now the members are part-heartedly embracing country-rock, nudging Bon Jovi away from the synth-rock sound that made it famous.Thursday’s set included "Summertime", (a 2005 Kenny Chesney song)


    Music Review | Bon Jovi

    A Brand-New Arena and a Not-So-New Rock Star

    New York Times
    By Kelefa Sanneh
    October 27, 2007

    NEWARK, Oct. 25 — The night was almost over and Jon Bon Jovi had a serious request: “Will you please rise for the playing of our national anthem?” And if you didn’t know what he meant, Richie Sambora’s 12-string guitar probably made it clear. O say does that snug-trousered cowboy still ride? Indeed, and on a steel horse, too. Thousands of New Jersey patriots helped Mr. Bon Jovi finish the chorus: “Wanted — wanted! — dead or alive.”

    As you might have guessed from the red carpet outside and the omnipresent police officers, this was a special occasion: opening night at the Prudential Center, the gleaming new arena in downtown Newark. No N.B.A. franchise calls it home, so the building’s flagship team is the New Jersey Devils, who play a sport known as ice hockey. (Apparently it’s like curling mixed with lacrosse.) And to celebrate the grand opening, the center — which may or may not come to be known by its publicist-approved nickname, the Rock — booked New Jersey’s most indefatigable rock band, Bon Jovi, to play a 10-night stand.

    Certainly Mr. Bon Jovi was pleased to play the dual role of gracious host and proud native son. “I’m the Jersey Devil, and this is my new house,” he said. And for more than two hours, his band played on (and on!). By 11:07, when the time finally came for the aforementioned “Wanted Dead or Alive,” it seemed that the people onstage (and maybe some of those in the well-padded seats, emblazoned with the Devils logo) had gone from excitement to weariness and back again.

    It’s hard not to marvel at this band’s career. “Slippery When Wet,” Bon Jovi’s third album, from 1986, was a career-making blockbuster, spawning three songs that helped define an era: “Wanted Dead or Alive,” “Livin’ on a Prayer” and “You Give Love a Bad Name.” Then, having lit the fire, the members of Bon Jovi merely needed to stoke it with a new album every few years, and the occasional hit single.

    One need not be a record executive (though it probably helps) to admire Bon Jovi’s unabashedly practical approach. At the turn of the century, when teen-pop was ascendant, the band collaborated with the teen-pop mastermind Max Martin on a bubblegum rock song, “It’s My Life,” that soon became a worldwide favorite. And when “Who Says You Can’t Go Home,” a Bon Jovi song that was rerecorded as a duet with Sugarland’s Jennifer Nettles, unexpectedly topped the country chart, the band members merely shrugged and got to work on “Lost Highway” (Island), a Nashville-influenced album released in June.

    “Lost Highway” hasn’t (yet) given the band another country-radio favorite, but for now the members are part-heartedly embracing country-rock. Thursday’s set included “Summertime,” a song from the new album that bears a faint resemblance to a 2005 country song by Kenny Chesney. (Perhaps you remember it? It was called, um, “Summertime.”) And the extended band included a violinist and a pedal steel guitarist, who spent part of the night nudging Bon Jovi away from the synth-rock sound that made it famous.

    To underscore the notion that this 10-night stand is something special, the band booked five different opening acts, each scheduled to play two nights apiece. In that sense, Bon Jovi was actually the second band to play the Prudential Center; the first, about an hour earlier, was My Chemical Romance. That band, which rose from the New Jersey emo scene, played a typically great set full of theatrical tantrums and neo-goth love songs, ending on an audacious note with the piano ballad “Cancer.” Later, Mr. Bon Jovi called My Chemical Romance “the next generation of Jersey band,” and for the encore he emerged in a My Chemical Romance T-shirt. (The other opening acts are Gretchen Wilson, Big & Rich, Daughtry and All-American Rejects.)

    Halfway through the concert, Mr. Bon Jovi announced that this extended run was the start of a world tour. “After these shows sold out, we decided that it was time to hit the road,” he said, although perhaps he was overstating the case slightly. As of Friday afternoon, tickets to eight of the remaining nine concerts were still available from Ticketmaster.

    Still, no one can deny that Mr. Bon Jovi remains an A-list rock star, in New Jersey and far beyond. He has some of what Bono has: likable self-regard, an infectious belief that his rightful place is onstage, with thousands of fans singing along. What he doesn’t have, of course, is U2. While Bono sings grand, important-sounding choruses about nameless streets and beautiful days, Mr. Bon Jovi’s solemn confessions are more along the lines of “Your love is like bad medicine.” To elaborate on this point: “Bad medicine is what I need.” Furthermore: “Oh-oh-oh.”

    When he strains for gravitas — or, maybe, for Springsteenishness — the results can be ludicrous. Exhibit A: an overlong rendition of “Blaze of Glory,” Mr. Bon Jovi’s half-twangy solo hit from 1990, which came lumbering back to life just when it seemed to have finally expired. But most of the hits work as well as ever, thanks partly to his breathy, still-boyish voice, which always seems to be delivering the same two messages: “We’re gonna make it” and “C’mere.”

    For that matter, the building put on a pretty good show, too. The sound was great, for an arena, and the nearby train station is now the site of a continuing science experiment. What happens when you cram a PATH train full of unabstemious revelers and shut the doors? Preliminary results on Thursday night were intriguing but inconclusive; expect better data by the end of hockey season.

    And what can concertgoers expect from the Prudential Center? After Bon Jovi, the arena’s schedule includes lots of hockey and college basketball, some mixed martial-arts fights, and shows by the tween-pop star Miley Cyrus (also known as Hannah Montana) and the reunited Spice Girls.

    But the presence of Bon Jovi on opening night only underscored the fact that there aren’t many young bands that can reliably play rooms this big. And all night long it was possible to marvel at the contrast between the sleek new building and the un-sleek, decidedly un-new band onstage. Good news for developers, bad news for promoters, mixed news for Newark: it seems arenas have outlived arena rock.

    Bon Jovi is playing at the Prudential Center, Lafayette and Mulberry Streets, Newark, through Nov. 10; (201) 507-8900 or prucenter.com.

    If there is Farro/Spelt --Why would you want Wheat?????

    Wheat is bland and full of chemicals and whatever, Farro/Spelt has a great nutty Flavour, Organic, Highly Nutritious, Easier to Digest.
    In a world before wheat, spelt, a kind of proto-wheat. was what people grew and ground to make flour, or didn't grind and used as a bulk vegetable in soup and the like. The Macedonians were doing it 5,000 years ago. The Italians still do - they call it farro.
    In its natural state, spelt looks like an ear of wheat carved out of wood. Before its armour-plated husk is removed, it has a kind of massive solidity. And after the husk has gone, it looks like a long, stone-coloured grain, a cross between rice and barley. And that, is what it is.

    The spelt mill is inside is all state-of-the-art hoppers, sieves, bins, brushing machines, pearlers, polisher, magnets (You don't want the odd bit of combine or tractor in our spelt), mill stones and extractor vacuums.

    There isn't much to see. The spelt goes in one end, has its husk removed ("We want to keep it in the husk as long as possible, because it protects the grain against disease and insects, and preserves the goodness in it") and wholewheat or refined flour, or pearlised grains, come out the other.

    If a person is really concerned about what they eat. Commercial wheat is full of flavour enhancers and stuff. But what are flavour enhancers? And what do they do to you? It could be salt, sand or cyanide for all we know.

    As for spelt, It's got a great nutty flavour. Mild. Unique. The flour makes great bread. And cakes, biscuits, pizza and pasta. And you can use the pearlised grains instead of rice or couscous - they soak up flavour. And it's healthy."

    It also is a substitute for wheat for people with intolerances to flour - spelt has a brittle gluten structure, which makes it easier to digest. And given its organic production and careful, low-temperature milling, the finished product doesn't lose many of its other highly nutritious qualities.

    Convinced????


    The Proto-Wheat Farm