Month: March 2005

  • Head scratcher
    Bush cites Wolfowitz’s Pentagon experience in choosing him to head the World Bank. Considering his atrocious track record at Defense, the Bank should get ready for an epidemic of waste, fraud and corruption


    March 18, 2005  |  Taken at face value, the appointment of Paul Wolfowitz to run the World Bank is mystifying. The sudden elevation of the controversial deputy secretary of defense has elicited both cynical speculation and naive rumination. Is President Bush using the world’s most important antipoverty position as a patronage plum, to reward a loyal servant in the typical manner of the Bush dynasty? Is Bush emphasizing his contempt for critics here and abroad, as the dismayed Europeans suspect? Or is he seeking, as a New York Times analysis suggested, to change the direction of global development financing with “stern discipline”?


    As a disciplinarian, Wolfowitz has certainly left a strong impression on the Iraqis, whose lives and infrastructure have been sacrificed to his determination to oust Saddam Hussein by military force. And the former diplomat clearly knows how to enforce his will in bureaucratic disputes, as he demonstrated during the prelude to the invasion of Iraq.


    In announcing the appointment, Bush himself insisted that Wolfowitz is the best choice to take over the World Bank because he’s a “man of compassion” who “believes deeply” in uplifting the world’s poor. Yet there is precious little evidence to support that assertion (and plenty to contradict it).


    As for Wolfowitz’s actual qualifications, which many experts have questioned, the president cited his appointee’s recent experience at the Department of Defense, “managing the largest U.S. government agency with over 1.3 million uniformed personnel and nearly 700,000 civilian employees around the world.”


    Evidently none of Bush’s White House briefers has ever mentioned just how badly Wolfowitz and his boss, Donald Rumsfeld, have managed that big old agency. The president also seems to have forgotten how Rummy and Wolfie decided to ignore the State Department’s planning for post-invasion Iraq; how they brushed aside the Army’s warnings about the need for many more troops to secure the country; how they permitted or even encouraged the ongoing scandal of detainee torture; and how they lost track of the most important weapons sites, which were the supposed reason to go to war, and allowed them to be looted.


    The indisputable fact is that the Pentagon’s civilian leaders, an arrogant clique of ideologues, provided no viable plan for securing and rebuilding Iraq after the invasion. Against the advice of wiser and more knowledgeable officials, Wolfowitz insisted that his own vision would be realized. Surely our soldiers would be greeted as liberators, our favorite exiles would assume power in Baghdad, and our expenses would be paid by oil revenues. The deputy defense secretary couldn’t imagine any other scenario and dismissed anyone who did.


    Since that inauspicious beginning, Wolfowitz’s management capacity has not improved much.


    For a would-be banker, he has allowed rather huge sums of money to be squandered both at home and in Iraq. During Wolfowitz’s tenure, auditors from the Government Accountability Office have repeatedly found the Defense Department lagging behind other major agencies in management and fiscal responsibility. Last year, the GAO complained of its inability to issue a clean audit of the entire federal budget because of “serious financial management problems” at the Department of Defense.


    Two months ago the GAO again singled out the Pentagon for harsh criticism, reporting that it operates eight of the 25 worst-run government programs. Comptroller General David Walker said that the cost is reckoned “in billions of dollars in waste each year and inadequate accountability to the Congress and the American taxpayer.” The failures, which have persisted for many years, relate to financial and contract management, the operation of military infrastructure, and the modernization of Pentagon information technology — which, in short, are a total mess.


    Pentagon traditions of boodling and bungling have been replicated in Iraq, where they have intensified the misery of the country’s inhabitants and encouraged the murderous insurgency. According to an audit by the special inspector general for Iraq reconstruction that was released in late January, the Coalition Provisional Authority lost track of nearly $9 billion in spending over the past two years. (Of course, the official directly responsible for this fiasco, former CPA chief L. Paul Bremer, is now wearing the Medal of Freedom that the president pinned on him last fall.) And thanks to the incompetence and carelessness of Iraq’s U.S. overseers, far more is likely to be lost as a result of waste, fraud and corruption.


    A newly released report from Transparency International, the Berlin-based organization that monitors corrupt practices around the world, warns that Iraqi contracting may soon become “the biggest corruption scandal in history.” The group blames the United States for providing “a poor role model” in contracting and auditing. (They’ve likely heard about Halliburton.)


    Waste, fraud and corruption, those perennial government buzzwords, are indeed the most pressing problems for the World Bank as it seeks to reform development aid. So it is difficult to understand why the president — or any truly compassionate conservative — would entrust those enormous concerns to someone with Wolfowitz’s grim and blemished record.



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                                                                                                    A guest looks on as a debutante is escorted at the Plaza in 1994 during the Piarist Ball


    The Plaza 1982


     


    Back When The Plaza Was The Plaza



    Guests at  an art student’s ball held at the hotel in 1952


     


    By NIKKI FINKE





    THE Plaza put me off marzipan forever. The hotel and I were formally introduced in the late 1950′s by my mother, who, holding securely to my white-gloved hand, regularly led me under the portico, up the stairs and into the lobby for afternoon tea at the Palm Court.


    An indefatigable shopper, my mother often spent Saturdays with her two little girls in tow on a marathon spree from B. Altman to Lord & Taylor to Best & Company to Saks Fifth Avenue and finally to Bonwit Teller and Bergdorf Goodman, where looking for party dresses seemed interminable since the saleswomen only showed them one by one.


    By the time we arrived at the Palm Court, my older sister, Terry, and I were too pooped to even think about misbehaving in that refined Baroque room. We removed our gloves, wiggled in our Mary Janes and wolfed down petits fours, though I’d be sick from the sugar rush later. To this day I can’t look at marzipan.


    This part heavenly, part torturous tradition continued through the 1960′s and early 70′s. I still took tea at the Palm Court, but wearing Mary Quant striped jersey minidresses that my mother, fearing scandal, kept trying to tug down to my ankles.


    When I saw the headlines that the Plaza, as I had known it all my life, would be no more come April, I was immediately awash with weepy nostalgia. The hotel played host to so many of my significant moments: my first date, my first drunken evening (on Samoan Fog Cutters at Trader Vic’s), my first prep school make-out party, my first solo hotel stay, my family’s first wedding and eventually my first assignation.


    True, the Beaux-Arts exterior of the building will remain, and there will still be a hotel within it, but one far smaller in size and stature. Though some of the public rooms may also survive, the plans of the new owners who bought the hotel call for the conversion of the bulk of its interior space into luxury condominiums and retail space. But for a native New Yorker like me, who once ran in an Upper East Side social stratum – one that viewed Whit Stillman’s “Metropolitan” as a documentary not a drama – the loss I feel is less for the storied landmark on Fifth Avenue between 58th and 59th Streets than for a piece of my past.


    My cliquish world consisted of the ladies and gents from Manhattan’s exclusive private schools and preppies down from New England boarding schools who played bit parts on weekends and holidays. Walking anachronisms, we continued traditions handed down from previous privileged generations: we met under the clock at the Biltmore, kissed on the St. Regis roof, came out at the Waldorf-Astoria and married at the Pierre. Yet we did all that and much more at the Plaza, because the hotel was woven into the fabric of our upbringing, as seamlessly as the tartan plaids of our school uniforms.


    While children elsewhere went to the local malt shop or pizza parlor, our hangout had marble, crystal and gilt. The Plaza’s location was perfect for my scion set: a quick cab ride from Grand Central and Penn stations, where trains took us to the city from country homes and boarding schools; around the corner from Bonwit’s and Bergdorf’s, where we charged our wardrobes; the hub for all the parties and presentations that made up our pre-deb swirl.


    Our high school years culminated not with proms but with coming-outs at the Infirmary and International debutante balls. In my era these were still glamorous evenings filled with the music of Lester Lanin and Champagne, though a night of heavy metal and marijuana was increasingly alluring.


    I checked into the Plaza virtually at birth. It’s not an exaggeration to say the hotel filled my earliest dreams, since I’d fall asleep only after being read to about Eloise. Because of our family travels, I, too, felt at home in Grande Dame hotels – like the Biltmore in Palm Beach, where a toque-topped chef personally brought a glass of milk to my room every evening of my stay. My father always claimed that, like Eloise, my first words were “room service.”


    When I was growing up, my gang’s local diner was Trader Vic’s at the Plaza. A typical evening out meant going to the Paris Theater, across 58th Street, to see an art movie and then inside the hotel for a pu pu platter. (It would be years before I realized that most films didn’t have subtitles, or that this restaurant served entrees.) I can attest that Trader Vic’s was the ideal setting for a first date between two sophisticated teenagers. There was so much loopy Polynesian tiki décor to make fun of that we never ran out of conversation.


    My first make-out party was at the Plaza. The prep school boys would always reserve the same suite, on the same floor, so everyone would know where to go without too much fuss. It was during that unfortunate fashion era of hot pants. Mine were sienna suede, paired with a satin foulard blouse. This was the first and last time I and my Hewitt classmates summoned the courage to go out in short-shorts at night. When we saw the way those boys, from single-sex schools like Groton, stared at us and our outfits, we had the good sense to exit the Plaza as quickly as our Gucci’s could carry us.


    The Plaza played host to another rite of passage in my world: the pre-deb Gold and Silver Ball. Along with other elementary school graduates of Barclay’s dance classes, I segued into this annual formal dinner that kicked off the start of Christmas vacation for teenagers from every decent Northeast day and prep school. I recall the Plaza ballroom filling with our high-pitched squeals of delight as we greeted one another, no matter if it was 24 hours or an entire semester spent apart. Rumor always had it that after the Gold and Silver a few daring couples would make like Scott and Zelda and jump in the fountain in front of the Plaza.


    Speaking of drunk and disorderly conduct, in my day if you dressed like a grownup – Brooks Brothers suit and tie for the guys, Pucci head to toe for the girls – you were treated like one, complete with alcohol. At Trader Vic’s my dates and I ordered from a lengthy menu of drinks with crazy combinations of liquor and even crazier names. It was at the Plaza that I imbibed my first Samoan Fog Cutter. And my second. And my third. All I tasted was sweetened orange juice, not the mix of rum, brandy, gin and sherry sure to drop-kick me. But when I stood up to go to the powder room, I swayed. Thank God it happened at the Plaza. Just knowing I had to put one foot firmly in front of the other to make it through the lobby kept me from falling down or getting sick and thereby risking Social Siberia.


    There was the New Year’s Eve my boyfriend and I thought we’d have to spend apart because my family was going to Barbados, and his to Stowe, Vt. But bad weather and great timing got us together at the Plaza. I wore a long gown and full-length black velvet cape, and he a tuxedo and cashmere overcoat. We didn’t have reservations, but for a small cover charge at the Palm Court we had hats, noisemakers and a place to dance for hours. When we kissed at midnight, it was, and remains for me, the definition of romantic.


    The first time I ever stayed in a hotel by myself was also at the Plaza. My parents had always made my hotel reservations, but I needed to come down from Wellesley College for a weekend without their knowledge, and where else was there but the Plaza? I loved that the creature comforts were purposefully uncreative. The faux French furnishings were unremarkable. The bathroom nondescript. The room service arrived on silver trays with domed servers that made a comforting thunk when laid on the table. Butter pats were reliably imprinted with the hotel crest. And there were the familiar menu favorites like vichyssoise, sole meunière and pêche Melba.


    In 1973 my family had my sister’s wedding at the Plaza. Terry was no bridezilla who makes a wedding planner’s life miserable. That was my mother’s task, but even she couldn’t rattle the unfailingly polite man who organized every detail. Back then, before Donald Trump and Joan Rivers complicated the process, a Plaza wedding was supposed to be a simple affair, with everything done the way it had been for the last 50, even 75 years. At my sister’s wedding, a tasteful number of guests, never more than 125, spent Saturday night in the Terrace Room for a black-tie dinner. Now Terry has passed down to her two daughters the 14-karat miniaturized Plaza Hotel charm she received as a memento.


    I never had a big affair at the Plaza. I made my debut at the International Debutante Ball in the Waldorf-Astoria, and my wedding took place at the Pierre. (Though there was such a long wait before I walked down the aisle that I was later told guests placed bets on whether I had fled to the Plaza.)


    But I did have a small affair, my first assignation, at the Plaza in 1983. He was a well-known person and famously (if unhappily) married, so a certain amount of secrecy was called for. The Plaza proved the flawless demonstration of total discretion. No one ever looked you in the eye. In the lobby, the elevators, the hallways, the rooms, everyone cast their gaze downward, as if on constant alert to avoid tripping on a stray Louis Vuitton.


    Not that every experience I had at the Plaza was pleasant. My worst is still the time I was asked to leave the Oak Bar. A date had suggested it as a point of rendezvous. When I arrived, I took a seat at the bar as I waited and thought about ordering a kir royale, but asked for a ginger ale. A man from the hotel walked over and said: “We don’t allow unescorted females in here. You’ll have to wait outside.”


    I was shocked. I remember going to the front desk and asking to speak to the hotel manager. In a voice shaking with rage, I said something along the lines of: “Are you telling me that this hotel, where I used to go to tea with my mother, where I had all my dates and attended pre-deb balls, where my sister had her wedding, won’t let me have a drink by myself in the bar? Have you never heard of equal rights or women’s liberation?”


    I don’t think I waited for a response before I stalked off, vowing never to return.


    But of course I did. Though it wasn’t by choice. In 1984, during the New York presidential primary, I was a correspondent for Newsweek covering the Democratic candidate, Walter F. Mondale, when his campaign booked everyone traveling with him into the Plaza. Most of the entourage and press were wowed by the surroundings. Not me. I was stunned to find not just that Trader Vic’s glow was gone, but that the hotel and my room were in near disrepair. I realized then that mine was the last generation able to know the Plaza the way we were.


    Nikki Finke is a Hollywood columnist for LA Weekly.


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  • Maureen Dowd


    OP-ED COLUMNIST


    X-celling Over Men


    By MAUREEN DOWD





    Men are always telling me not to generalize about them.


    But a startling new study shows that science is backing me up here.


    Research published last week in the journal Nature reveals that women are genetically more complex than scientists ever imagined, while men remain the simple creatures they appear.


    “Alas,” said one of the authors of the study, the Duke University genome expert Huntington Willard, “genetically speaking, if you’ve met one man, you’ve met them all. We are, I hate to say it, predictable. You can’t say that about women. Men and women are farther apart than we ever knew. It’s not Mars or Venus. It’s Mars or Venus, Pluto, Jupiter and who knows what other planets.”


    Women are not only more different from men than we knew. Women are more different from each other than we knew – creatures of “infinite variety,” as Shakespeare wrote.


    “We poor men only have 45 chromosomes to do our work with because our 46th is the pathetic Y that has only a few genes which operate below the waist and above the knees,” Dr. Willard observed. “In contrast, we now know that women have the full 46 chromosomes that they’re getting work from and the 46th is a second X that is working at levels greater than we knew.”


    Dr. Willard and his co-author, Laura Carrel, a molecular biologist at the Pennsylvania State University College of Medicine, think that their discovery may help explain why the behavior and traits of men and women are so different; they may be hard-wired in the brain, in addition to being hormonal or cultural.


    So is Lawrence Summers right after all? “Only time will tell,” Dr. Willard laughs.


    The researchers learned that a whopping 15 percent – 200 to 300 – of the genes on the second X chromosome in women, thought to be submissive and inert, lolling about on an evolutionary Victorian fainting couch, are active, giving women a significant increase in gene expression over men.


    As the Times science reporter Nicholas Wade, who is writing a book about human evolution and genetics, explained it to me: “Women are mosaics, one could even say chimeras, in the sense that they are made up of two different kinds of cell. Whereas men are pure and uncomplicated, being made of just a single kind of cell throughout.”


    This means men’s generalizations about women are correct, too. Women are inscrutable, changeable, crafty, idiosyncratic, a different species.


    “Women’s chromosomes have more complexity, which men view as unpredictability,” said David Page, a molecular biologist and expert on sex evolution at the Whitehead Institute for Biomedical Research in Cambridge, Mass.


    Known as Mr. Y, Dr. P calls himself “the defender of the rotting Y chromosome.” He’s referring to studies showing that the Y chromosome has been shedding genes willy-nilly for millions of years and is now a fraction of the size of its partner, the X chromosome. “The Y married up,” he notes. “The X married down.”


    Size matters, so some experts have suggested that in 10 million years or even much sooner – 100,000 years – men could disappear, taking Maxim magazine, March Madness and cold pizza in the morning with them.


    Dr. Page drolly conjures up a picture of the Y chromosome as “a slovenly beast,” sitting in his favorite armchair, surrounded by the litter of old fast food takeout boxes.


    “The Y wants to maintain himself but doesn’t know how,” he said. “He’s falling apart, like the guy who can’t manage to get a doctor’s appointment or can’t clean up the house or apartment unless his wife does it.


    “I prefer to think of the Y as persevering and noble, not as the Rodney Dangerfield of the human genome.”


    Dr. Page says the Y – a refuge throughout evolution for any gene that is good for males and/or bad for females – has become “a mirror, a metaphor, a blank slate on which you can write anything you want to think about males.” It has inspired cartoon gene maps that show the belching gene, the inability-to-remember-birthdays-and-anniversaries gene, the fascination-with-spiders-and-reptiles gene, the selective-hearing-loss-”Huh” gene, the inability-to-express-affection-on-the-phone gene.


    The discovery about women’s superior gene expression may answer the age-old question about why men have trouble expressing themselves: because their genes do.



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  • SYRACUSE REGIONAL

    Villanova 76, Florida 65

    By THE ASSOCIATED PRESS





    Filed at 5:39 p.m. ET


    NASHVILLE, Tenn. (AP) — Basket by basket, rebound by rebound, Villanova’s Jason Fraser stirred memories of 20 years ago. The fifth-seeded Wildcats, back in the NCAA tournament for the first time since 1999, got a huge performance from their 6-foot-10 backup center and humbled Florida 76-65 Sunday in the second round of the Syracuse Regional.


    With leading scorer Allan Ray struggling and another of Villanova’s top players sitting out much of the game with an injury, Fraser and guard Randy Foye literally took the team on their backs and led the Wildcats into the round of 16 for the first time since 1988 — where they will face North Carolina.


    Twenty years ago, Villanova made an improbable run to their only national title. And with the star of that team — Ed Pinckney — on the bench as an assistant coach, the Wildcats look capable of getting back to the Final Four.


    Fraser scored 21 points and grabbed 15 rebounds. Foye had 18 points to help pick up the slack for Ray and Curtis Sumpter, who left the game after scoring eight early points and twice tumbling to the court and clutching his sore knees.


    Ray went 0-for-6 from the field, but made 7-of-8 free throws in the final 4:03 to help Villanova (24-7) pull away after wasting most of a 14-point first-half lead.


    Fourth-seeded Florida closed the deficit to 44-43 early in the second half but saw its chances of getting past the second round for the first time in five years slip away during a seven-minute scoring drought that followed Matt Walsh’s first basket of the game.


    The Gators (24-8) were held to 38.5 shooting and got little offensive support for David Lee, who did his best to keep them in the game with 20 points, 10 rebounds, three blocks and three steals before fouling out.


    Walsh finished with 12 points, but was 4-for-13 after a horrible shooting performance in the first round. Anthony Roberson struggled for the second game in a row, too, going 1-for-8 and finishing with five points.


    Both teams were confident they would be able to shrug off poor shooting that nearly cost them wins over heavy underdogs in the first round.


    Florida squandered a 20-point second-half lead before Roberson rebounded Lee’s airball in heavy traffic and converted a three-point play to put the Gators ahead for good in Friday’s 67-62 win over Ohio.


    Roberson and Walsh were a combined 6-for-28 in the opening game, but felt they simply missed good shots that they normally make and promised to redeem themselves.


    It didn’t happen.


    Villanova looked like the superior team from the start, easily handling the Gators’ half-court trapping defense and taking command with a 20-3 run that turned an early deficit into a 23-10 lead.


    Roberson, meanwhile, wasn’t a factor after making his first shot — a long 3-pointer — and scoring five of Florida’s first seven points. Walsh was even worse, going 0-for-3 from the field and finishing the half scoreless.


    Just as surprising was Villanova’s ability to control the game without getting any first-half points from Ray, who also gave the Wildcats little offensively in the team’s first-round victory over New Mexico.


    The Wildcats made just three field goals in the second half of that game, yet held on for their first win in the NCAA tournament since 1997, the last time the Wildcats got beyond the first round.


    They did a much better job of finishing Sunday, pulling away for good with a 14-3 surge after Walsh’s 3-pointer drew Florida to within 44-43.



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  • TECHNO FILES


    To-Do List: Shop, Pay Bills, Organize Brain


     


     



    TECHNO FILES


    To-Do List: Shop, Pay Bills, Organize Brain


    By JAMES FALLOWS





    RUSH LIMBAUGH used to joke that he did his radio show “with half my brain tied behind my back – just to make it fair.” As best I can figure out, only half of my brain has ever worked at all. That would be the brain’s left side – the home of logic, lists and linear thought. What I know about right-brain functions, from intuition to graphic creativity, I know mainly from hearing them described, like the highlands of Mongolia.


    I don’t view this as a plus – 20 years ago, it led me to the fateful error of ignoring the “cute” Macintosh and sticking with the more “efficient” DOS-based PC – so I look for ways to expand my horizons. Every few months, I make another try at a visually mesmerizing program called Personal Brain ($79.95 from TheBrain.com), which displays facts, ideas and research elements floating in a mock 3-D space, with lines indicating the connections among them. Also, I keep trying Grokker 2 ($49 from Groxis.com), which organizes Web searches into visually intuitive groups. For instance, the subjects most related are bunched together, as at the center of a dartboard. More distant concepts are out near the rim. To some people they are indispensable, but for everyday use they are too right-brainy for me.


    Happily, I have found two programs that hold promise for bridging the brain gap. They are MindManager ($229 for the basic X5 version from Mindjet.com) and an add-on called ResultsManager ($145 for the basic version from Gyronix.com).


    Both programs grew from the “Mind Mapping” movement, which is more famous in Britain and other parts of Europe than in North America, and whose origins are usually attributed to Tony Buzan. Beginning in Britain in the 1960′s, Mr. Buzan popularized the idea that to learn new topics, organize thoughts and become creative, people should draw “mind maps” on big sheets of paper, ideally with crayons or pens of many different colors. Mr. Buzan’s theories, including his 10 strict “laws” for drawing such maps, are available in his many books and seminars and at his Web site.


    The Mindjet company, founded in Munich in 1993, moved these concepts closer to what Americans would consider the business mainstream. Its MindManager software offers a way to present familiar workaday information – research data, meeting notes, ideas for speeches or papers – in a flexible, easily changeable “map” format that even I, from a skeptical starting point, have come to like.


    Ever since high school, I have relied on classic I, II, III-style outlines to organize ideas. (The best computerized outliner, in my view, is still NoteMap, $149 from CaseSoft.com.) With MindManager, you create an outline not by writing out a list but by entering one main idea in the middle of the screen – and then having related ideas radiate out, with spokes. The subideas can have their own connections and nodes, and all parts of the maps can be easily linked to relevant side material – e-mail, Web pages, documents and so on.


    It sounds gimmicky but seems less so in practice. Here is important news: MindManager’s intellectual effect seems the opposite of PowerPoint’s. As any veteran of business briefings knows, the visual tools in PowerPoint can blur distinctions and impose an artificial sameness on ideas. At a minimum, MindManager doesn’t retard clear thinking, and it might actually help.


    “For me, there is a big difference between laying out ideas in this kind of map” and just writing them in a list, says Michael Jetter, Mindjet’s co-founder. “It’s like when you look at ads. The white space can be as important as the words. I find when I am able to space out the ideas in a certain way, somehow I can move around them easily rather than starting from the top. It’s the same information, but you look at it differently.”


    Mr. Jetter says he organizes all his personal and corporate projects this way – including the entire outline for his recent book, “The Cancer Code,” which describes his creation of the software in his early 30′s, while hospitalized with leukemia. Radiation therapy had left him unable to father children, and he hoped this program would be his legacy. MindManager has several fit-and-finish problems, like a tendency to hog the computer’s C.P.U. cycles and memory. Potential buyers are offered a 21-day free trial. I do not use a tablet PC, but to judge by reviews the tablet version of MindManager has met a particularly enthusiastic reception.


    ResultsManager, introduced in 2003 by Gyronix in Britain, uses MindManager toward a different end: not organizing ideas but managing tasks and obligations. A guiding principle for the company is the work of David Allen, a consultant based in Ojai, Calif., and author of the book “Getting Things Done” (Penguin Books, 2003). Mr. Allen’s goal is to reduce the chronic anxiety of modern working life, which he says comes from having too many commitments to keep track of and to remember. This leads to his version of the half-a-brain problem: no matter what you’re doing, half your concentration is sapped by worry about the things you’ve forgotten to do. (For the full rationale, see DavidCo.com.)


    MR. ALLEN’S prescription includes systems for getting all obligations – for work, home, hobbies – collected and written down in one place. (Actually doing them, of course, is a different matter.) With ResultsManager, users are encouraged to create a MindManager “map” for each project or obligation they take on – planning a vacation, making sales calls, writing a report. The related activities for each project are thus grouped in one place, but the program can sweep through all the projects and produce a functional “dashboard” of tasks to be done today, tasks that can be done at a computer, tasks of the highest priority and so on. It works better than it might sound. With some difficulty, items in the dashboards can be synchronized with the task list in Microsoft Outlook.


    Both of these visually oriented and, therefore, right-brain programs take getting used to and require tinkering to bring out their best. That is why my left brain accepts them, too.



    James Fallows is a national correspondent forThe Atlantic Monthly. E-mail: tfiles@nytimes.com.


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  • Attack of the celebrity blogs
    From Rosie’s ramblings to Melanie Griffith’s cringe-inducing memos to herself, the rich and famous are increasingly exposing themselves online. Why?


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    By Stephanie Zacharek


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    March 19, 2005  |  There’s a theory that no one keeps a diary unless he or she wants it to be read, which is as good an explanation as any for the popularity of blogging. For the people who write them, blogs are a means of self-expression first and foremost, but they also reinforce an individual’s sense of being part of a community. Even more important, they’re a rudimentary form of validation: I’m being read, therefore I am.


    All that goes for civilian bloggers, regular, average types who would be invisible and unknown to us if we didn’t read their blogs. But it doesn’t begin to explain why Melanie Griffith, minor celebrity and, let’s not forget, at one time an incredibly charming actress, would feel compelled to share her tips on connecting with her inner self, complete with a form letter that goes


    Dear Inner Self,


    If it is your will, please reveal to me in a dream tonight the secret of my success in order to become closer to you.


    With love and respect,


    Melanie


    Celebrities are different from you and me, and their blogs are different, too, if only because they open additional windows onto people we already assume we know. You many not have wanted to know that Griffith writes letters to her inner self. (I wonder if she uses the good stationery?) But of all the things Griffith might choose to reveal about herself — from plastic-surgery denials to affirmations about the strength of her marriage to Antonio Banderas — what kind of balls does it take to post something as ridiculous and as embarrassingly intimate as a form letter to one’s psyche? For those who have become tired of celebrity overload (although the ever-increasing glut of big-pictures-no-text celebrity-poop magazines suggests that there might not be many who are), celebrity blogs are a welcome antidote — they put us, the consumer, in the driver’s seat. No one is flashing melaniegriffith.com in our face; if we find ourselves going there, it’s our own damn fault.


    There are as many different types of celebrity blogs as there are celebrities: We have blogs from celebrities who have fallen out of the spotlight and who want back in, at least in some marginal way (Rosie O’Donnell); blogs from celebrities who are too big to need blogs but who still maintain them, at least in some cursory faction, to maintain the illusion of intimacy with their fans (Gwen Stefani); blogs from celebrities who actually seem to enjoy recording their thoughts about mundane day-to-day activities and manage to do it in a conversational, entertaining way (Moby); blogs from celebrities who feel strangely compelled to lecture us on the meaning of the universe (Fred Durst); blogs from celebrities who feel strongly about politics (Barbra Streisand); and, most fascinating — and most readable — of all, a blog from an actor whom few of us have thought much about in recent years but who has become a kind of touchstone for many people in the readersphere who are simply attempting to do what they want to do with their lives and finding it more difficult than they ever imagined (Wil Wheaton, who appeared in “Stand by Me” as a child actor and in “Star Trek: The Next Generation” as a teenager, and then seemingly dropped off the Earth’s surface).


    In an era when celebrities already carry so much currency, and get so much ink and so many TV pixels, why should they want to bother to communicate with us directly? Sometimes celebrity blogs, updated lackadaisically if ever, feel like nothing so much as a publicity stunt. (Stefani’s blog is filled with boring stuff along the lines of “Thanks for coming out to our tsunami benefit” — falsely noble and eminently unreadable. A Stefani fashion blog would be much more fun, and more honest.) Some celebrities, like KISS’s (Gene Simmons,) are at least forthright about their intentions: “Appeared on CNN ShowBiz today with FABIO to shill for my MR. ROMANCE television series,” he writes with joyous crassness in his entry for March 15.


    But even though just about every celebrity blog is, to at least some extent, a publicity tool, some throw off surprising sparks of creativity and originality. Is it possible that, just as people who hold down dreary jobs by day blog passionately about movies, knitting or fish keeping by night, some celebrities feel that even their seemingly exciting, creative jobs don’t use every muscle they’ve got? Jeff Bridges’ blog is filled with wryly amusing John Lennon-style line drawings and scans of handwritten notes (as well as, of course, plugs for Bridges’ movies and appeals made on behalf of his favorite charities). And Ian McKellen, in the Grey Book, an online journal of his experience making and promoting the “Lord of the Rings” movies (it spans 1999 to 2001), proves himself an exceedingly charming and entertaining writer. The Grey Book feels like a precursor to a celebrity memoir that any of us might actually want to read. In a digression from his “LOTR” musings, circa December 2001, McKellen grouses good-naturedly about doing Strindberg’s “Dance of Death” at the Broadhurst Theater on Broadway with Helen Mirren and having to cross West 44th Street at the end of the evening: Parking isn’t allowed on the north side of the street, where the Broadhurst is located, but it is allowed on the south side, outside the St. James Theater, where Nathan Lane and Matthew Broderick were, at the time, starring in “The Producers.” Thus, Lane and Broderick had it cushy, but McKellen’s driver would have to wait on the St. James side, and McKellen would have to dodge post-theater traffic to get to him. “But then,” McKellen writes, “on really crowded nights when the tourist theatre district is belying the image of a New York City still in recovery, there’s often a friendly young cop who guides me over as if I were the President.” Anyone who can write that crisply and elegantly about crossing the street ought to be writing a memoir.


    While I’m only a moderately enthusiastic Moby fan, I’m delighted to report that his blog is a model of good grammar, spelling and punctuation (by blog standards, at least) and is marked by a casual, friendly tone (despite Moby’s notorious stridence about some of his favorite causes). He portrays the glamorous life of a musician in a way that’s stripped of artifice — and that may be the artifice right there, but no matter: “in other news, my days are now spent in hotel rooms and tv studios and airplanes. which is ok. the biggest negative is that i can’t remember the last time that my lungs were filled with non-recycled air. today, for example, i woke up in a hotel room, did interviews in a hotel room, got into a car, drove to the airport, got on an airplane, drove to another hotel, checked in, and now here i sit, in another hotel room.” The grandfather may have said it better in “A Hard Day’s Night” — “I was supposed to be getting a change of scenery, and so far I’ve been in a train and a room, a car and a room and a room and a room” — but the essence of the musician-on-tour experience (and, presumably, its isolation) isn’t lost on Moby.


    Rosie O’Donnell’s blog, formerlyrosie, is somewhat harder to comprehend. O’Donnell — who, if her blog is any indication, is still reeling emotionally from the legal battle she fought with Gruner & Jahr, the publisher of her defunct magazine, Rosie — is, to have her tell it, strident in her views. Also, as an openly gay woman and mom, she offends many people, as we’re reminded repeatedly. O’Donnell is outspoken about her political beliefs (she has plenty to say about Bush, the Iraq war and the prevalent knuckleheadedness on gay marriage). And while she probably does infuriate many people, she walks a strangely fine line between wanting to piss people off and wanting to be loved. In an entry titled “fat celebs,” O’Donnell blasted Kirstie Alley for telling Matt Lauer that she was 201 pounds at her heaviest. Apparently, O’Donnell believed Alley was underestimating. She wrote: “I almost choked on my yodel/ I am 220/ fess up kirstie – 201 my ass.”


    In her entry for March 17, O’Donnell notes that she received a phone call from Alley, who was stung by the remark. O’Donnell apologized halfheartedly and defended herself by claiming she was making a joke at her own expense. O’Donnell speaks first and thinks later, a luxury most civilian bloggers enjoy, but for a celebrity, the stakes are higher. And although O’Donnell claims to be widely reviled, her blog seems to spring straight from the heartwarming, scrapbooky Middle American values that so many on the left, rightly or wrongly, cringe from. Motherhood is extremely important to O’Donnell: She notes with beaming approval that her shrink takes calls from her two teenage kids even when she’s in the middle of a session. (Personally, having my shrink take personal calls on my dime would be enough to turn me into an angry lesbian, but maybe that’s just me.) And while O’Donnell clearly does her share of charity work, she isn’t particularly skillful when it comes to explaining what that work means. In one entry, she describes a trip to Somerville, Mass., to help raise money for beleaguered public schools. But her flowery musings — rendered in a kind of faux freeform verse — make for wincingly painful reading: “we live in dangerous times/ when our childrens childrens/ will ask us/’what was it like then – when democracy almost died?’”


    If you’re the type of person who often asks yourself, “Mommy, why do people fight wars instead of just giving each other big hugs?” formerlyrosie may be just the celebrity blog for you. For the rest of us, there’s WIL WHEATON dot NET, in which Wheaton, who is in his early 30s, writes freely about many subjects, including his home life (he’s happily married, with two stepkids), his pets (two of his cats have recently suffered from serious illness) and, most movingly, I think, about his career. Wheaton got the idea for WIL WHEATON dot NET after a Hooters waitress did a double-take and asked him if he “used to be” an actor. Horrified and dispirited, Wheaton started his own Web site to let the world know he was still alive and still working. The site evolved into a blog with a large, devoted following.


    Wheaton’s style is relaxed and convivial and often enjoyably silly. (On his FAQs page, a reader asks, “Is it true that you were really Ashley Judd’s first onscreen kiss, and you ruined her for the rest of her life?” to which he replies, “Yep. It is 100% true. Ashley Judd played Robin Lefler, in the ["Star Trek: The Next Generation"] episode ‘The Game’, and Uncle Willie went to bootytown.”) But Wheaton’s goofy charisma isn’t nearly as interesting as his take on what it’s like to be a professional actor who — the popularity of his blog notwithstanding — isn’t exactly a celebrity. Wheaton recently landed a small part as a drug-addled crazy person in an episode of “CSI,” which may not be that exciting to big-time celeb watchers, but which can mean the world to an actor who’s trying to make a living. In a recent blog entry, Wheaton writes of sitting down to watch that “CSI” episode with his family: “Around 8:57 last night, I had a brief flash of panic: What if they cut my part down? I’m going to feel like the biggest jackass in history!”


    Wheaton’s part wasn’t cut down, and he spends the rest of the entry describing how he “felt his face flush” when he saw his name on the screen, and how certain things he’d tried to convey about the character had, to his relief and pleasure, actually come through on-screen: “I thought I looked a little chubby in my face (thank you, Stone Brewing company) but the real volatility that I was hoping for was definitely there.” After Wheaton’s character was led off to the police car, one of his stepsons said, “Man, that was scary!” The other said, “It was cool, though.”


    The overarching point of that entry may be that celebrities aren’t like you and me, except when they are. WIL WHEATON dot NET is appealing because it’s written by a regular person with intelligence and a sense of humor. When he’s lucky enough to do the work he obviously loves, he also has a pretty interesting job. But while his readers leave lots of comments congratulating him on his “CSI” performance, there are plenty more who are eager to offer advice about the sick cats. In the end, that’s what writing — and reading — blogs comes down to. The Inner Self isn’t the stuff of everyday life: The cats with the kidney problems are.



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  • E-Mail Shows False Claims About Tests at Nevada Nuclear Site

    By MATTHEW L. WALD





    WASHINGTON, March 18 – Internal Energy Department e-mail messages written in preparation for seeking a license to open a nuclear waste repository at Yucca Mountain in Nevada show that the department made false claims about how it carried out its work.


    For example, in 2000, James Raleigh, an Energy Department employee, pointed out in one message that records showed some instruments that were apparently used to measure conditions inside the mountain were certified as having been calibrated before the procedure was performed, and even before the equipment was received.


    Mr. Raleigh wrote that approving the completion of a procedure on a piece of equipment not yet in hand “does not appear appropriate.”


    Other instruments, according to the messages, were used for months without calibration.


    On Wednesday the energy secretary, Samuel W. Bodman, said an employee of the United States Geological Survey had written e-mail messages indicating that the employee had falsified some of his work and that others might also have falsified work. The messages further hinder the project to develop the repository, 100 miles northwest of Las Vegas.


    The Energy Department has not released the U.S.G.S. e-mail messages or said who wrote them. But on Friday, Joseph Egan, a lawyer for the State of Nevada, which opposes the project, provided The New York Times with copies of the messages pointing to problems in documents being prepared for a license application. The problems appear to involve documents on quality control and quality assurance required by regulators to back up studies and conclusions about the suitability of the repository to contain the wastes for eons.


    Mr. Raleigh, who is based in Las Vegas, wrote long messages to colleagues giving lists of anomalies and omissions.


    One, written on June 15, 2000, pointed out that for two instruments commonly used in laboratories, a digital multimeter and a mass flow controller, calibration was approved before the calibration occurred or the instrument was delivered. (A multimeter is used to measure voltage or other characteristics of electricity, and is often used to maintain or check the performance of other equipment. A mass flow controller can monitor the flow or content of gases or liquids.)


    The same e-mail message noted that another document, a record of procurement of equipment, “gives the appearance that it was falsified,” because the first part, identifying the equipment, was dated in December 1997, but the next three parts were dated six months earlier.


    Mr. Raleigh did not respond to a telephone message left on Friday. Anne Womack-Kolton, a spokeswoman at the Energy Department, said that Mr. Raleigh’s e-mails were a positive sign. She said that looking for errors was “the kind of quality-assurance procedures one would hope went on all the time.” She added that the department would look into the specifics of the messages.


    Ms. Womack-Kolton said that the investigation into the messages described by Mr. Bodman on Wednesday was still at an early stage. Those messages have not been released.


    A consultant for Nevada who found Mr. Raleigh’s messages, Allen L. Messenger, said in a telephone interview, “This appears to be smoke, and where there’s smoke, there’s typically fire.”


    “You can’t calibrate a meter you don’t have,” he added.


    Joseph Egan, a lawyer representing Nevada, said the scientific work now thrown into question had been used in the process of recommending the site to President Bush. Mr. Bush accepted the recommendation and sent it on to Congress, which approved. But the decision may have been based on fraud, Mr. Egan said.


    On Thursday the attorney general of Nevada, Brian Sandoval, asked the United States attorney general’s office to conduct an independent investigation and to secure the scientific database created by the department “to protect it from further manipulation.” A spokesman for his office said he had not received a response.


    At the Nuclear Regulatory Commission, Beth Hayden, a spokeswoman, said that the quality-assurance documentation was “supposed to give us confidence in the information.” But Ms. Hayden said that her agency had not started evaluating the information because the application was not complete.


    Even before the announcement Wednesday about the possible falsifications, the Energy Department was having trouble assembling the materials needed to apply for a license.


    Under law, the department is supposed to apply to the Nuclear Regulatory Commission, which will decide based on rules created by the Environmental Protection Agency. The department had intended to apply by the end of 2004, but under regulatory commission rules it must post supporting materials on the Internet six months earlier. The department said in mid-2004 that it had done so, but later in the year the commission ruled that it had not.


    Now the Energy Department says it will finish its application by the end of this year.


    The delay in applying may not make any difference to the project’s timetable, however, because at the moment the regulatory commission has no standards to use in judging the application. The E.P.A. had written standards, but a federal appeals court threw them out last year and sent them back to the agency for re-writing.



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  • Malaysian GP: Renault race notes









    Racing series   F1
    Date 2005-03-20

    A second win in two races for the Mild Seven Renault F1 Team at the Malaysian Grand Prix.


    Fernando Alonso led the race from lights to flag, on a two stop strategy that saw him visit the pits on laps 21 and 40. He managed skilfully his Michelin tyres over the race distance, and made full use of the performance of the R25 and its RS25 engine, which suffered no problems during the second race of its life cycle.


    Giancarlo Fisichella started third on the grid, a position he held during the first two stints of the race. However, after his first stop, damage to the front of his car saw him lose a significant amount of downforce, which caused high levels of understeer and slowed him by up to two seconds a lap. On lap 37, his race ended at turn 15 following a collision with Mark Webber’s Williams.


    The Mild Seven Renault F1 Team currently leads the world championship with 26 points. Fernando Alonso becomes the first Spaniard to lead the drivers’ world championship, on 16 points, while Giancarlo Fisichella now lies second on 10 points.


    Fernando Alonso, Winner:


    “Physically, it was a very demanding race and I really felt how hard it had been on the podium afterwards. But it’s a great feeling to win here, and the way I was able to do it demonstrates that we are competitive with our rivals this season, on every type of circuit.”


    “Everything went well from start to finish: the car, the engine and the Michelin tyres. A big thank-you to the whole team: they did a fantastic job this winter in Enstone, Viry and Clermont-Ferrand at Michelin. At this stage, I think we have a real chance to fight for the title.”


    Giancarlo Fisichella, retired, lap 37:


    “It was disappointing not to make it to the chequered flag, but I had a difficult afternoon. The car was not very well balanced at the start of the race, and after my first stop, I lost a lot of front downforce: I think something broke. I was up to two seconds slower than the race pace, and the car was understeering everywhere; so there was no grip at all.”


    “As for the collision, Webber got past me into turn 14, then I overtook him again on the straight afterwards. I was ahead, and he was on the outside when he took his line into the corner. As I was braking, the rear of the car slid and Mark had left no margin for error, so we collided. For me, it was a racing incident.”


    Flavio Briatore, Managing Director:


    “This was a great success for the whole team, and for Renault. We must thank Michelin for extremely good tyres, and all the partners who contribute to our success. We have shown that the team is competitive with both cars, and all the hard work until now is beginning to come good: I particularly want to congratulate my colleagues at Viry, as our engine had no problems at all during the weekend.”


    “Fernando drove a fantastic race from start to finish: he was very cool, and managed his lead comfortably, as Giancarlo did in Australia. As for Fisico, I feel bad for him: it is a shame he had to retire, but we don’t blame him. We are very happy to have two drivers like Fernando and Giancarlo; it makes Renault a very strong team.”


    Pat Symonds, Executive Director of Engineering:


    “Fernando drove a splendid race, just like in Australia. He made full use of the excellent equipment at his disposal: chassis, engine and Michelin tyres. We saw afterwards that it had been a long, demanding race, but he made no mistakes and this was a drive of somebody who has the makings of a champion.”


    “Giancarlo’s car was damaged after his first stop, and he lost a significant amount of front downforce, which allowed his rivals to catch him. As for the accident, I don’t want to make any judgement before taking a closer look.”


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  • Accident between Giancarlo Fisichella and Mark Webber
    F1 > Malaysian GP, 2005-03-19 (Sepang International Circuit): Sunday race
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    Accident between Giancarlo Fisichella and Mark Webber
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    Post-crash discussion between Mark Webber and Fisichella
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    Race winner Fernando Alonso celebrates
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    Race winner Fernando Alonso celebrates
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    Podium: race winner Fernando Alonso
    F1 > Malaysian GP, 2005-03-19 (Sepang International Circuit): Sunday race
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    Podium: race winner Fernando Alonso with Jarno Trulli and Nick Heidfeld
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  • Alonso victorious in tense Malaysian GP









    Racing series   F1
    Date 2005-03-20 (Sepang)

    By Nikki Reynolds – Motorsport.com


    Fernando Alonso scored Renault’s second win of the season, and the second of his career, in the Malaysian Grand Prix with a superb drive, leading from pole to chequered flag. The Spaniard finished 24 seconds ahead of Jarno Trulli, who took Toyota’s first ever podium finish. Williams’ Nick Heidfeld kept his head and came home third after his teamamte Mark Webber and the second Renault of Giancarlo Fishcella crashed out.















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    Start: Fernando Alonso takes the lead. Photo by xpb.cc.


    It was slightly overcast and hazy for the start of the race but the track temperature was around 50 degrees. Everyone got away cleanly, with Alonso, Trulli and Fisichella holding position at the front. Gainers at the start were Heidfeld, up to eighth from 10th and BAR’s Jenson Button from ninth to seventh. Christian Klien dropped down behind Red Bull teammate David Coulthard and there was a little bit of argy-bargy behind.


    Ferrari’s Rubens Barrichello and McLaren’s Juan Pablo Montoya scrapped for 11th and Felipe Massa got his Sauber in front of Michael Schumacher’s Ferrari. Massa’s teammate Jacques Villeneuve overtook the second BAR of Anthony Davidson and further up the field Button took the McLaren of Kimi Raikkonen for sixth.


    It was short lived for Button though, as within just a couple of laps his Honda engine started smoking. To compound BAR’s misery, Davidson’s engine also went up in flames just about at the same time and they both had to retire. Might as well not have bothered with those new engines, eh? Presumably BAR did not appreciate the irony.


    Button certainly didn’t: “Compared to last year we seem to have taken a step back in every area, it seems,” he remarked. “It’s got to change but I don’t think it’s going to change any time soon. I’m very angry.”


    Davidson was disappointed but philosophical. “Obviously it’s a shame for the team but the new engine regulations make it tough,” he observed somewhat strangely, seeing as his was a new engine this weekend. “It was not what I wanted for my first race with BAR, obviously.”


    Minardi’s Patrick Friesacher was a victim of oil from Button’s engine and spun off into the gravel to end his race. At the front, Alonso was leading Trulli and Fisichella while Webber and the second Toyota of Ralf Schumacher held station in fourth and fifth. Raikkonen was running sixth, followed by Heidfeld and Coulthard, with Montoya and Klien completing the top ten at that stage.


    Heidfeld challenged Raikkonen but the Finn held him off and meanwhile, defending champion Michael was already half a minute behind leader Alonso. Fernando was belting out fastest lap after fastest lap, evidently not concerned about his engine going the distance. Webber was hampered by one of the Jordans, allowing Ralf to close in, with Heidfeld doing likewise behind Raikkonen when they caught the Jordan.


    Klien was the first to stop on lap 18, and Ralf, Heidfeld, Coulthard and Tiago Monteiro’s Jordan followed suit on lap 20. Alonso and Trulli did likewise next time around, which left Fisichella in the lead until he too took his first stop, along with Webber. Raikkonen inherited the lead and Barrichello was harassing Webber when the Australian rejoined in front of the Ferrari.


    Raikkonen pitted and returned ahead of the battling pair but then he suffered a right rear puncture and went careering off over the grass. He managed to wrestle the car back onto the track and make it back to the pits for a tyre change, but all his and the team’s hard work in gaining an advantage was lost. A valve failure caused the puncture and there was a fair bit of debris on the track from his wrecked tyre.


    Barrichello took his first stop and rejoined in eighth and Montoya made his first visit to the pits work when he returned ahead of the Red Bulls in seventh. Alonso was back in the lead after the shakeout of pit stops, 12 seconds ahead of Trulli, with the rest of the top five still in the same places as previously, and Heidfeld up to sixth.


    Villeneuve was the next retiree when he spun off at turn one and beached the Sauber in the gravel. The Canadian had trouble with braking at that spot all weekend. “Just that corner, the front wheels locked all the time, but then the back ones did,” he said. “I’m having a hard time with this car.”















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    Mark Webber, Ralf Schumacher and Nick Heidfeld. Photo by xpb.cc.


    Fisichella was suffering from oversteer and losing time and Webber was homing in. Behind him, Ralf and Heidfeld waited for an opportunity. Webber attacked the Renault and got past and Ralf also went for it; Fisichella snatched third back from Webber so Heidfeld took advantage of the fight and leapt ahead of Ralf to go side by side with Webber. Ralf was caught in the middle but stayed calm.


    The Toyota got back in front of Heidfeld but Nick shot back ahead at the next corner — it was a bit of a mad few minutes and there was contact between Ralf and Webber. The result was Fisichella still in third, Webber in fourth and Heidfeld gained fifth from Ralf. Meanwhile, Coulthard overtook Barrichello for eighth at turn four and Klien also had a go, attacking the Ferrari but Barrichello held him off.


    Not to be discouraged, Klien had another try and passed the Brazilian at the last corner. Barrichello harassed the Red Bull down the main straight and tried his luck at turn one but Klien wasn’t having it. Feisty stuff from young Christian, who seems much improved after his rookie year. Michael was now behind Barrichello with Massa closing in as well.


    Webber was still hanging on Fisichella’s rear wing and Heidfeld was right there with them. Barrichello pitted for the second time and rejoined behind Michael and Massa but he struggled with his tyres thereafter and eventually retired. A piece of rubber had lodged in the rear wing which disturbed the balance of the car and caused excessive wear on the rear tyres.


    Webber launched a charge on Fisichella down the back straight and got the third place but Giancarlo fought back. Through turn 14 the Italian went up the inside and seemed to lock up and slide into Webber. The rear of the Renault went up over the nose of the Williams and they both went off track and out of the race.


    Who was to blame? It was by no means clear cut and Webber and Fisichella were not impressed with each other. Fisichella did appear to be ahead at the braking zone but was already struggling with his car. The stewards investigated the incident after the race and it seems Fisichella was given a warning but no further action was taken.


    “Unfortunately the car wasn’t fantastic and the grip was not good enough,” said Fisichella. “Then I lost a bargeboard over the kerbs and lost downforce. Mark was catching me then he overtook. I went back ahead then saw him coming from the other side and there wasn’t enough space. It wasn’t my fault.”















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    Mark Webber not happy with Giancarlo Fisichella. Photo by xpb.cc.


    Webber thought Fisichella was pushing his luck on worn tyres. “I don’t know how he was going to pass me again, his tyres were finished,” the Australian remarked. “There was zero grip on the dirty side (of the track) and I went to the clean side and he came right into me. I don’t know how he thought he could get through.”


    Alonso went in for his second stop and Trulli took the lead until he too dived into the pits. Ralf had a new nose and front wing put on when he went in and after the second shakeout it was Alonso back in the lead form Trulli and Heidfeld, who had moved up to third when Webber and Fisichella went out. Montoya rejoined ahead of Ralf for fourth.


    Raikkonen, who had been demoted to 13th after his puncture, got past Massa for 9th when the Sauber went off line at the end of the back straight. The McLaren then closed on Klien but there was not enough time left. Alonso took the chequered flag well ahead of Trulli and Heidfeld and it was a very deserving top three at the end of the race.


    Alonso hardly put a foot wrong and never let Trulli get any where near being a threat. “Physically, it was a very demanding race and I really felt how hard it had been on the podium afterwards,” said the Spaniard. “But it’s a great feeling to win here, and the way I was able to do it demonstrates that we are competitive with our rivals this season, on every type of circuit.”


    Trulli made sure he didn’t repeat his backwards effort in Melbourne and had a very good drive to take Toyota’s first podium. “I had an excellent start and was easily keeping my second position behind Fernando and extending my lead over Giancarlo,” he commented. “From there, I had an absolutely trouble-free race and could control those cars behind me.”















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    Podium: race winner Fernando Alonso with Jarno Trulli and Nick Heidfeld. Photo by xpb.cc.


    Heidfeld benefited from Webber and Fisichella’s retirements but could well have been on the podium anyway with his aggressive drive. “I am very happy, this was the most exciting race I ever had in F1,” he enthused. “I pushed hard from the start since I had to recover from my 10th grid position and I had a good race with some exciting overtaking. It was real fun.”


    Montoya had a fairly quiet time but from 11th on the grid to fourth was a good effort and salvaged five points for McLaren. After Raikkoenn’s puncture there was not a lot the Finn could do. Ralf started and finished fifth but showed good competitiveness in the race to give Toyota a points haul that puts the team second to Renault in the constructors’ standings.


    Red Bull proved that Melbourne was no fluke with both cars again in the points, Coulthard sixth and Klien eighth — enough to put them third overall ahead of Ferrari. “Both drivers deserve full credit, as does the team and Cosworth for their reliability,” said sporting director Christian Horner. “We just have to keep looking forwards and today’s performance endorsed the potential of the car.”


    Michael picked up two points for Ferrari in seventh and it was disappointing weekend overall for the team. “There can be no excuses after a race like this,” stated Jean Todt. “After qualifying, we knew the race would be one of fighting our way up the order and so it turned out. We were beaten by opponents who proved to be stronger than us.”


    Outside the top eight, Raikkonen tried his best but couldn’t claw his way back into the points. Massa had a difficult race to come home tenth and was never really in contention to score; it’s been a tough start to the season for Sauber. Both Jordans finished again, Karthikeyan leading Monteiro, and Minardi’s Christijan Albers scored his first GP finish with 13th.


    At the beginning of 2004, a close fought season was predicted after the battles of 2003. It didn’t happen — Ferrari catapulted into the distance and remained virtually untouchable. At the start of this season, Ferrari was anticipated to again be the team to beat, yet two GPs down the Scuderia has only managed to get one car to the end of each race. It’s far too soon to say crisis but it’s an intriguing situation.


    Renault, Fisichella’s exit from Sepang aside, is the benchmark for 2005 so far and Toyota suddenly appears to be a different team altogether. Red Bull is much improved from the Jaguar days, while Ferrari, Williams and McLaren, despite their mixed fortunes, are very much on a par. Roll on Bahrain! Final top eight classification: Alonso, Trulli, Heidfeld, Montoya, R. Schumacher, Coulthard, M. Schumacher, Klien.








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