Monday, April 11, 2005
When Ex-Politicians Plug (or, PR across the Pond). Mikhail Gorbachev will be in town tomorrow as a keynote speaker at an event sponsored by the Massachusetts Software Internet Council and the Russian Software Industry Association. His topic of discussion will be: The Role of IT in the Global Economy. I'm thinking this is more likely a thinly veiled pitch to US software companies to outsource to Russia... Hey somebody has to bring home the vodka.
I did send the above link to my former company which has extensive software development ties to Samara, Russia. Thought it my be a good networking opportunity for the Russians given that the last time I visited my former work premises, the cash-starved developers in Russia were exporting really bad Russian art onto the premises of what used to be a fledgling, maybe-promising technology start-up.
The afore-mentioned, de-facto director of the Samara-based technology company has always had a soft spot for me. No let me clarify that. He has continuously cultivated a relationship with me in the hopes that my VP techie husband might one day decide that their little Russian company is just the right developer to whom his company might outsource work. In baroque English, the director emails me kind and flowery notes. And much to the chagrin of my former boss, he assigns trans-atlantic carriers boxes of Russian chocolate which he insists said former boss give to me upon arrival in the States (my former boss would rather rip my limbs apart than present me with chocolate I can assure you). In even-baroqueier English (because I can), I graciously thank the director, knowing well that my former boss (whom I send a blind copy) would like nothing more than to rip me further from limb to limb. Hey with no kids around anymore, one has to torture somebody.
I did send the above link to my former company which has extensive software development ties to Samara, Russia. Thought it my be a good networking opportunity for the Russians given that the last time I visited my former work premises, the cash-starved developers in Russia were exporting really bad Russian art onto the premises of what used to be a fledgling, maybe-promising technology start-up.
The afore-mentioned, de-facto director of the Samara-based technology company has always had a soft spot for me. No let me clarify that. He has continuously cultivated a relationship with me in the hopes that my VP techie husband might one day decide that their little Russian company is just the right developer to whom his company might outsource work. In baroque English, the director emails me kind and flowery notes. And much to the chagrin of my former boss, he assigns trans-atlantic carriers boxes of Russian chocolate which he insists said former boss give to me upon arrival in the States (my former boss would rather rip my limbs apart than present me with chocolate I can assure you). In even-baroqueier English (because I can), I graciously thank the director, knowing well that my former boss (whom I send a blind copy) would like nothing more than to rip me further from limb to limb. Hey with no kids around anymore, one has to torture somebody.
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