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PERSON: LAWRENCE J ELLISON (52%); ALAN LAFLEY (51%); LLOYD BLANKFEIN (51%); RAY R IRANI (50%); MICHAEL MCMAHON (52%); STAN O'NEAL (50%) GEOGRAPHIC: CALIFORNIA, USA (79%) UNITED STATES (79%) LOAD-DATE: April 6, 2008 LANGUAGE: ENGLISH CORRECTION-DATE: April 13, 2008 CORRECTION: A table and a chart last Sunday with a report on executive pay misstated the change in total 2007 compensation of David M. Cote, chief executive of Honeywell International. It fell 2 percent; it did not rise 123 percent. (The error resulted from an incorrect treatment of his long-term incentive plan award in calculating the total change, according to Equilar Inc., the compensation research firm.) GRAPHIC: PHOTOS: A House panel discussed executive pay last month with, from left, Charles Prince, formerly of Citigroup Richard Parsons, a Citigroup director Stanley O'Neal, formerly of Merrill Lynch John Finnegan, chairman of Merrill's compensation committee Angelo Mozilo of Countrywide and Harley Snyder of Countrywide's board. (PHOTOGRAPH BY SUSAN WALSH/ASSOCIATED PRESS) (pg.BU1) Frank Blake, the new chief executive of Home Depot. The board tied his compensation package closely to performance. (PHOTOGRAPH BY HOME DEPOT VIA BLOOMBERG NEWS) (pg.BU7)
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Late Edition - Final Lindsey Pollak, Evan Gotlib SECTION: Section ST; Column 0; Style Desk; Pg. 21 LENGTH: 231 words Lindsey Pollak and Evan David Lamont Gotlib were married on Tuesday by Joanna Lindenbaum, a minister of the Sanctuary of the Beloved, at the couple's home in New York. The bride, 33, is keeping her name. She is the author of ''Getting From College to Career'' (HarperCollins Publishers, 2007). She graduated from Yale and received a master's degree in women's studies from Monash University in Melbourne, Australia. She is a daughter of Jane G. Pollak and Bernard E. Pollak of Norwalk, Conn. Her father retired as an English teacher at Byram Hills High School and as the chairman of the English department of Byram Hills Central School District, both in Armonk, N.Y., and is an owner of Carnegie & Pollak, a company that offers preparation courses for college entrance exams. Her mother is the author of ''Soul Proprietor: 100 Lessons From a Lifestyle Entrepreneur'' (Crossing Press, 2001). The bridegroom, also 33, is the advertising sales director in the New York office of Travelzoo.com. He graduated from Vassar. He is the son of Vivian L. Gotlib and Georges H. Gotlib of New York. His mother is an independent sales representative for Vanns Spices, a company based in Baltimore, and a freelance event planner in New York. His father owns a New York design company bearing his name that provides package design and consulting services to the fragrance and cosmetics industry.
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Late Edition - Final In a Land Still Missing Its Ball Club BYLINE: By KEVIN COYNE. E-mail: jersey@nytimes.com SECTION: Section NJ; Column 0; New Jersey Weekly Desk; JERSEY; Pg. 1 LENGTH: 968 words DATELINE: Bridgewater A baseball diamond is hard to resist in spring, and as opening day approached in the minor-league ballpark that was lumbering awake here, Steve Kalafer -- who owns the team, and didn't have to worry about anyone stopping him -- did what all fans long to do. He stepped out of the stands and onto the lush grass. ''It's like a fresh birth,'' he said, sweeping his arms to take in Commerce Bank Park, where his Somerset Patriots are about to start their 10th season. ''Who wouldn't want this?'' Baseball will soon be back here and in the other ballparks that have made New Jersey a minor-league mecca over the last decade: Trenton, Lakewood, Sussex County, Newark, Montclair, Camden, Atlantic City. Everywhere, that is, except in the swamp that has swallowed up so many other grand schemes: the Meadowlands. ''It's a very empty feeling,'' Mr. Kalafer said about the prospect of another season without the Bergen Cliff Hawks, the phantom team that is still awaiting a phantom ballpark that was supposed to be part of the sprawling Xanadu complex now rising between Giants Stadium and the turnpike. The Cliff Hawks exist now mainly as a logo (a raptor clutching a baseball in its talons); a mascot suit (a hawk named Homer); a post office box in Flemington (home to Mr. Kalafer's primary business, a group of 14 auto dealerships); some architectural renderings of a stadium that nobody wants to pay for; the plaintiff in a lawsuit against Xanadu's developers; and the fond hope of a wide array of public officials and baseball fans who expect Xanadu to be something more than a giant shopping mall. After Xanadu's long and troubled gestation, its actual construction has proved jarring to turnpike drivers who wonder why a container ship with a 1973 color scheme seems to have docked beside the Exit 18W tolls. The Snow Dome, with the indoor ski slope, is taking shape . The giant Ferris wheel with the Pepsi logo will soon follow. But it's spring again, so what about baseball? ''Now we see it going up, and everyone is asking, 'Where's the ballpark?' '' said Dennis McNerney, the Bergen County executive. ''And the Yankees opened up and people are screaming about the prices there, so a minor-league stadium is becoming more and more attractive.'' When developers were pitching their plans back in 2002 to the New Jersey Sports and Exposition Authority, the landlord in the Meadowlands, one of them -- the original developer behind Xanadu -- brought along some players dressed in Cliff Hawks uniforms. ''Not only did it include minor-league baseball, but it was specific to the Bergen Cliff Hawks,'' Joseph Forgione, a sports authority commissioner, said about the original Xanadu proposal. He vows that ''over my dead body'' will the land set aside for the ballpark ever be used for anything else. But proposals are neither blueprints nor budgets, and as the Xanadu project floundered, and passed from the original developer to another, nobody could agree on who would pay the $20 million or so it would cost to build the ballpark. Would the state kick in? What was Xanadu's share? How much should come from Mr. Kalafer? Mr. Kalafer thought he had what he called an ''agreement in principle'' with the developers, and in 2006, with no ballpark on the horizon, he sued them. ''This has been an intentional deception,'' he said. Baseball, his lawsuit argued, was just bait, a way to convince the authority that Xanadu was not just a mall. ''The residents of New Jersey bought something different than what they were sold.'' A Superior Court judge in Bergen County dismissed the suit in January. Mr. Kalafer, Judge Jonathan N. Harris wrote, is ''an entrepreneur who thought that he could introduce minor-league baseball to Bergen County based upon a handshake''; the defendants are ''real estate developers who imagined that they could build and operate a world-class retail and entertainment lifestyle center in Bergen County on a constrained budget''; and what happened when they met left ''both sides' dreams in disarray.'' Mr. Kalafer is appealing the decision. Xanadu is scheduled to open in November, but no work has started at the ballpark site. ''We always wanted baseball, we still want baseball, we're going to have baseball,'' said Lloyd Kaplan, a spokesman for Xanadu. But the question of who will pay for the ballpark remains unresolved. ''We look forward to selecting an operator by the end of the year capable of operating a first-class franchise and moving forward with the development of the stadium.'' The Cliff Hawks, Mr. Kaplan said, remain a possibility, but Mr. Kalafer has not had any meetings with Xanadu. ''I get so angry when they say, 'Well, we're talking to teams,''' said Mr. Forgione. ''What do you mean you're talking to teams? You already have an anchor tenant in Kalafer. He has one of the most successful teams in New Jersey. What else are you looking for?'' Mr. Kalafer has also produced nine movies -- mostly documentaries, three of which were nominated for Academy Awards -- and he plans another one about Xanadu: ''It's New Jersey,'' is the working title, and the synopsis describes it as ''a case study in public and political manipulation.'' He brought a cameraman into the depositions for his lawsuits, and also to a recent tour of Xanadu by state officials and reporters. Homer, the Cliff Hawks' mascot, might make a guest appearance. ''It's being dry-cleaned,'' he said about the costume, as he made the rounds of a ballpark that does exist as more than a drawing, and that averaged 5,200 fans a game last season. A new scoreboard was coming to the Patriots' home (''the same as in Yankee Stadium,'' he said) and the last of the gray winter shadows would soon be power washed away. ''It will be perfect by opening day,'' he said, meaning here, at least.
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Late Edition - Final Pamperers BYLINE: By KATE ZERNIKE. Kate Zernike is a national correspondent at The Times. SECTION: Section BR; Column 0; Book Review Desk; Pg. 8 LENGTH: 1162 words PARENTING, INC. How We Are Sold on $800 Strollers, Fetal Education, Baby Sign Language, Sleeping Coaches, Toddler Couture, and Diaper Wipe Warmers -- And What It Means for Our Children. By Pamela Paul. 307 pp. Times Books/Henry Holt & Company. $25. Before a baby shower for the birth of my son last year, friends insisted I had to register for gifts, and enlisted my mother to escort me to Buy Buy Baby -- two floors of everything you need for baby and a whole lot more you probably didn't know needed to exist. My mother, a child of the Depression, held her tongue while I pored over the store's list of must-buy products that she had somehow managed to do without while raising three children. We had spent 20 minutes trying to discern the difference between models of Diaper Genies when I came upon the Boppy Tummy Time pillow -- which you apparently need in addition to the Boppy breast-feeding pillow, even though both are half-moon-shaped pieces of foam virtually indistinguishable from each other -- and my mother began to giggle. We left without registering. As Pamela Paul chronicles in her occasionally frightening account, ''Parenting, Inc.,'' my generation of parents has fallen into the grips of Big Baby. Pushed by a host of factors -- the guilt and exhaustion of working parents, the dispersion of family networks that once passed knowledge from generation to generation, the pressure of admissions from preschool to college, and a culture that worships all things celebrity (including its offspring) -- we are intimidated or bamboozled into buying all sorts of goods and services that we not only don't need, but that may harm our children. Slaves to legions of professional advisers and predatory entrepreneurs, we are rendered unable to recall the advice Dr. Spock issued our parents: Trust yourself. You know more than you think you do. Paul has tapped a real concern. An entire industry preys on parental anxiety, and succumbing to it, we risk raising children who don't know what to do with ''free'' time and who will measure their value by what they can buy. Most parents will recognize a bit of themselves in Paul's introductory complaint: ''No matter what I do, someone else seems to be doing enviably more or improbably less, and either way, their child and family seem all the better for it.'' It's not just the $800 strollers and fetal-education gizmos of her subtitle. It's inventions like the Splash Shield to keep bath water in the tub or the TP Saver to foil curious hands before they undo the entire roll of toilet paper. There are baby ''faires'' to rival auto shows in convention centers around America and children's country clubs in Manhattan, styled by the people who design the upscale Equinox Fitness Clubs, where children's blouses sell for $380 and tots learn that it's best to be exclusive when choosing playmates. (Just when I thought Paul might be reaching a bit, the PoshTots catalog arrived, offering a two-story Tumble Outpost for $122,730 -- that is not a misprint -- featuring a wraparound ramp, a tube slide and, presumably, at that price, a six-burner Viking range and water views.) Clearly, there's a baby born to a rich sucker every minute. Paul, the author of books on the pornography industry and ''starter marriages,'' includes horrifying quotations from marketers. ''Everything we do is academic, even for toddlers and babies,'' boasts one producer of computer software for children under 2. ''There's nothing in there that's just purely for fun.'' My competitive anxiety surged when I read Paul's descriptions of the educational videos and software many parents buy, and it shot positively through the roof after reading the testimonials from those who insist that the ''Your Baby Can Read!'' videos allowed their child to read by age 1. But Paul nicely dismantles the claims of the ''edutainment'' industry, exposing the videos as little more than digital baby sitters. (Cancel my order!) Babies, one expert notes, simply filter out a lot of the stimulus from educational toys. Paul tries to lead us out of the catastrophization of childhood but too often plays right into it. ''It may sound like a leap to go from baby toys to the death of democracy, but it's a valid concern,'' she approvingly quotes a child advocate saying. ''A democratic populace relies on people who know how to think critically, who are willing and able to take action.'' She overreaches with statements like ''Any woman worth the cover price of InStyle fantasizes about an array of diaper bags to suit various outfits and occasions.'' Well, no. And, as she notes, the No. 1 registered-for item at Amazon's baby store is diapers. Paul is right that for some parents, children have become status symbols. ''Three is the new two when it comes to having kids,'' a Manhattan preschool admissions adviser tells her. (Or, as my sister-in-law, an Upper East Side obstetrician, says, ''Three is the new Hummer.'') Paul also correctly notes that the frenzy she chronicles is most acute in New York City, where she lives. But she strains when she argues it exists beyond the coasts and in small-town America, and then identifies these places as Newton, Mass.; Bethesda, Md.; Falls Church, Va.; and New Canaan, Conn. -- hardly Peoria, where the median price of a house is less than that PoshTots Tumble Outpost. And she backs her case with poll and survey results that convey a breezy certainty, but on reflection can seem a little thin. One online survey of mothers, she tells us, found that ''18 percent wanted to spend less time doing housework and more time with their children.'' Only 18 percent? Paul says she talked to parents, but I would have liked to hear more of their voices and less from the news stories and experts she quotes extensively. My guess is that most parents would share my panic in the face of Buy Buy Baby and then discover, as I did, that even the product that friends insist you must have is actually an encumbrance (and that all your lovingly selected toys pale when the kid discovers he can pull the saucepans out of the cupboard). Most of us feel the pangs and then figure out some happy medium. We hyperventilate, we overbuy, and then we get a talking-to by a friend, a mother or a pediatrician (like the one who told me after we'd spent hundreds of dollars on a changing table that the only place to change the baby was on the floor), and we self-correct. Paul herself seems to come to this conclusion as she describes working out her son's feeding woes. She even finds some good in the parenting industry: Web sites have put experts and blogging parents at our fingertips, and make it ''a snap'' to buy toys from abroad or the latest baby gear from Amsterdam, Sweden and New Zealand. I, sanctimommy, raise an eyebrow at that carbon footprint. But then, Paul frowns on my Stokke highchair. So see? Not all models look the same, but in the end, we each figure out a way to, yes, trust ourselves.
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Late Edition - Final In Web World of 24/7 Stress, Writers Blog Till They Drop BYLINE: By MATT RICHTEL SECTION: Section A; Column 0; Business/Financial Desk; Pg. 29 LENGTH: 1301 words DATELINE: SAN FRANCISCO They work long hours, often to exhaustion. Many are paid by the piece -- not garments, but blog posts. This is the digital-era sweatshop. You may know it by a different name: home. A growing work force of home-office laborers and entrepreneurs, armed with computers and smartphones and wired to the hilt, are toiling under great physical and emotional stress created by the around-the-clock Internet economy that demands a constant stream of news and comment. Of course, the bloggers can work elsewhere, and they profess a love of the nonstop action and perhaps the chance to create a global media outlet without a major up-front investment. At the same time, some are starting to wonder if something has gone very wrong. In the last few months, two among their ranks have died suddenly. Two weeks ago in North Lauderdale, Fla., funeral services were held for Russell Shaw, a prolific blogger on technology subjects who died at 60 of a heart attack. In December, another tech blogger, Marc Orchant, died at 50 of a massive coronary. A third, Om Malik, 41, survived a heart attack in December. Other bloggers complain of weight loss or gain, sleep disorders, exhaustion and other maladies born of the nonstop strain of producing for a news and information cycle that is as always-on as the Internet. To be sure, there is no official diagnosis of death by blogging, and the premature demise of two people obviously does not qualify as an epidemic. There is also no certainty that the stress of the work contributed to their deaths. But friends and family of the deceased, and fellow information workers, say those deaths have them thinking about the dangers of their work style. The pressure even gets to those who work for themselves -- and are being well-compensated for it. ''I haven't died yet,'' said Michael Arrington, the founder and co-editor of TechCrunch, a popular technology blog. The site has brought in millions in advertising revenue, but there has been a hefty cost. Mr. Arrington says he has gained 30 pounds in the last three years, developed a severe sleeping disorder and turned his home into an office for him and four employees. ''At some point, I'll have a nervous breakdown and be admitted to the hospital, or something else will happen.'' ''This is not sustainable,'' he said. It is unclear how many people blog for pay, but there are surely several thousand and maybe even tens of thousands. The emergence of this class of information worker has paralleled the development of the online economy. Publishing has expanded to the Internet, and advertising has followed. Even at established companies, the Internet has changed the nature of work, allowing people to set up virtual offices and work from anywhere at any time. That flexibility has a downside, in that workers are always a click away from the burdens of the office. For obsessive information workers, that can mean never leaving the house. Blogging has been lucrative for some, but those on the lower rungs of the business can earn as little as $10 a post, and in some cases are paid on a sliding bonus scale that rewards success with a demand for even more work. There are growing legions of online chroniclers, reporting on and reflecting about sports, politics, business, celebrities and every other conceivable niche. Some write for fun, but thousands write for Web publishers -- as employees or as contractors -- or have started their own online media outlets with profit in mind. One of the most competitive categories is blogs about technology developments and news. They are in a vicious 24-hour competition to break company news, reveal new products and expose corporate gaffes. To the victor go the ego points, and, potentially, the advertising. Bloggers for such sites are often paid for each post, though some are paid based on how many people read their material. They build that audience through scoops or volume or both. Some sites, like those owned by Gawker Media, give bloggers retainers and then bonuses for hitting benchmarks, like if the pages they write are viewed 100,000 times a month. Then the goal is raised, like a sales commission: write more, earn more. Bloggers at some of the bigger sites say most writers earn about $30,000 a year starting out, and some can make as much as $70,000. A tireless few bloggers reach six figures, and some entrepreneurs in the field have built mini-empires on the Web that are generating hundreds of thousands of dollars a month. Others who are trying to turn blogging into a career say they can end up with just $1,000 a month. Speed can be of the essence. If a blogger is beaten by a millisecond, someone else's post on the subject will bring in the audience, the links and the bigger share of the ad revenue. ''There's no time ever -- including when you're sleeping -- when you're not worried about missing a story,'' Mr. Arrington said. ''Wouldn't it be great if we said no blogger or journalist could write a story between 8 p.m. Pacific time and dawn? Then we could all take a break,'' he added. ''But that's never going to happen.'' All that competition puts a premium on staying awake. Matt Buchanan, 22, is the right man for the job. He works for clicks for Gizmodo, a popular Gawker Media site that publishes news about gadgets. Mr. Buchanan lives in a small apartment in Brooklyn, where his bedroom doubles as his office. He says he sleeps about five hours a night and often does not have time to eat proper meals. But he does stay fueled -- by regularly consuming a protein supplement mixed into coffee. But make no mistake: Mr. Buchanan, a recent graduate of New York University, loves his job. He said he gets paid to write (he will not say how much) while interacting with readers in a global conversation about the latest and greatest products. ''The fact I have a few thousand people a day reading what I write -- that's kind of cool,'' he said. And, yes, it is exhausting. Sometimes, he said, ''I just want to lie down.'' Sometimes he does rest, inadvertently, falling asleep at the computer. ''If I don't hear from him, I'll think: Matt's passed out again,'' said Brian Lam, the editor of Gizmodo. ''It's happened four or five times.'' Mr. Lam, who as a manager has a substantially larger income, works even harder. He is known to pull all-nighters at his own home office in San Francisco -- hours spent trying to keep his site organized and competitive. He said he was well equipped for the torture; he used to be a Thai-style boxer. ''I've got a background getting punched in the face,'' he said. ''That's why I'm good at this job.'' Mr. Lam said he has worried his blogging staff might be burning out, and he urges them to take breaks, even vacations. But he said they face tremendous pressure -- external, internal and financial. He said the evolution of the ''pay-per-click'' economy has put the emphasis on reader traffic and financial return, not journalism. In the case of Mr. Shaw, it is not clear what role stress played in his death. Ellen Green, who had been dating him for 13 months, said the pressure, though self-imposed, was severe. She said she and Mr. Shaw had been talking a lot about how he could create a healthier lifestyle, particularly after the death of his friend, Mr. Orchant. ''The blogger community is looking at this and saying: 'Oh no, it happened so fast to two really vital people in the field,' '' she said. They are wondering, ''What does that have to do with me?'' For his part, Mr. Shaw did not die at his desk. He died in a hotel in San Jose, Calif., where he had flown to cover a technology conference. He had written a last e-mail dispatch to his editor at ZDNet: ''Have come down with something. Resting now posts to resume later today or tomorrow.'' Download 5,58 Mb. Do'stlaringiz bilan baham:
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