Hello everybody, we are live from the very heart of SAIber-Space; in Stefan's den of iquity, where the air is thick and stale with smoke, gossip, spilled G&Ts, and sexual frustrations. The shimmering computer screen throws a blue sheen over our pallid, grey faces, but the feeling of absolute power over the means of controlling our communal knowledge, identity and memories, (before Stefan comes in and edits this) puts a rosy glow in our cheeks, and makes us forget the nastiest hang-over of the year, John Uppington's just having left, having spent too much money in the best little jewelry store in the East Village, and the prospect of ten hours in the car on the way home to DC tomorrow.

And, by the way, we have a suggestion for the caption competition: [See the S@IS.gallery] "Too late, he realized the hamster was a pet", or "I thought you were coming out of the closet". [I don't get it--Stefan]

We were supposed to be out to seek air and remedy for all of these ills, but though Charles is in fresh from a healthy vacation with the family, the rest of us have not been. Sadly, it seems we are too old to have a four-day weekend and really take advantage of it. Vodka Gimlets are not good ideas after a lot of wine. On Halloween, on the other hand, they worked fine, and in DC most SAISers and quite a few others were at Tonje's for a bug-infested party. The theme seemed to explain the absence of any crashing Di and Dodi's or stock-markets, though we had a mother Theresa, a Mercedez Benz with random body-parts, many scantily clad flittering things, and our very own beetle licker. DC is otherwise much the same, San Francisco is great, and Stefan spends too much time playing Myth [a paradigm-shift in computer gaming and quite recommended--Stefan].

And that is who you really want to know about: Stefan. He appears on these pages mainly as the hyper-super text man rather than the omniunpresent Clark Kent. His life has picked up a bit from those days of nargy but popular editatrix from Bologna. Those of you yet to see the latest edition of Cigar and Cyberspace Afficionado will be surprised by the familiar face on the cover. What a few promotions at work will do for a guy (for which congratulations). We have been told that we can't make any jokes with saisological references, but you have to admit S. keeps up with the gossip well. South American dictators beware. Until the status boost, his life was one long round of surfing and heaving, followed by minute by minute control over the information flow to the world's financial markets. They called him Stefan Mahatir Soros Geens. The sex life has had its moments. They would have been more than moments, but you know his impulsive personality. But he can now play Tetris and Myth simultaneously. Otherwise, the hair is shorter, there's less of it, but he still looks the stud (had to write something nice, he was watching).

[Sorry to deflate the hagiography, but--just to set the record straight--I am now an economics reporter for emerging markets at Bridge News. Stefan]

Well, it's a done deal. Ms. Stanley is now Mrs. Jennifer Stanley Fleischer. yes, our buddy, Jennifer, tied the knot this past weekend. She and Peter married in Tiburon, California, overlooking the hills of Marin County and the flickering lights of San Francisco. They are now off on their honeymoon to Fiji and New Zealand.

She's very happy.

P.S. Check out the Sunday Nov 16 New York Times.

Just a quick update from Munich - we are happy (though exhausted) homeowners! We moved just around the corner from our tiny apt. to a townhouse so please note our up-to-date address:

Marilyn, Janos & Angelina von Hoenning O'Carroll
Adelsbergstrasse 11A
81247 Munich
Tel.:+49-89-811-2946 (still not actually operating but should be soon)

Our other big news - Angelina will be a big sister in April, 1998. Yes - we don't have a dull moment in our lives!

Hope everyone else from our class is well - it was great seeing Jonathan Sinclair on a recent business trip to London.



Hi, Stefan. How are you? It's been over a year since I was disconnected from the cyberspace. But finally I am back. I am writing to let you know my e-mail address and hoping that you can let sighers know. My work is as hellish as it always hes been as a correspondent for NIKKEI. It's mainly because of the time difference between here and Japan. Well, I have a lot to write about but I have to go as US seems ready to attack Iraq at any moment. Bye.

I am back to Bulgaria, and my e-mail address is back from teutonic s7paiv@etc to the usual ivailo@sclg.uni-sofia.bg

There is a friend who is very ill, and we're raising money for a kidney transplant. If you feel that some of us might want to throw some (small) money on the life of a perfect stranger, you may put a posting on the page. ING BANK, Sofia Branch, 7 Vasil Levski Str., 1000 Sofia, Bulgaria. Account 1100156914, SWIFT INGBBGSF, Telex 25156 INGSOF BG, Account holder: Mihail Borissov Yanakiev.

I will write when I feel more ... cheerful, bye for now.


Ivailo Partchev Department of Sociology Sofia University, Bulgaria facsimile (+)3592 70 62 60

Whoever wants to trade their exciting urban lives for the quietness of the Swiss Alps, a tax free life with decent hours, and not much else than that, should consider to apply for the first junior level external vacancy of the WTO since I arrived there a year ago: It's a post of Junior Economic Affairs Officer in the Trade Policy Review Division, the division which writes comprehensive reports on members trade and economic policies. Qualifications: "Advanced university degree in economics or a related discipline, with specialization in international trade or finance, and some relevant experience. Knowledge of statistics would be a plus."

The vacancy closes on December 8. An official notice with more details is not yet on the wto web-page, but should be there any day. The address will be: http://www.wto.org/wto/vacancies/vcont.html.

In the meantime, I could fax the text to anyone interested.

Hey Stefan,

Don't have time for much, but here it is:

* Left Ericsson for a telecom start up in Manhattan called Arbinet (http://www.Arbinet.com)

* Job is great, but hectic, and the firm is growing at breakneck speed (we were written up by no less an august publication that The Economist (http://www.arbinet.com/5new.htm ))

* We do PC based telecom switching, with value added applications on a flexible platform

* We are on the second floor, a disco called Pulse is on the first - working late on Thursday or Friday can be a challenge in maintaining one's concentration. Thank god we are growing into a new office at 48th and 5th at the end of the month.

* I'm the account manager for AT&T Japan

* I'm off to Tokyo next week, and will be there through the end of the month.

* I've never been to Japan, never eaten sushi, and have never even crossed the International Date Line. I would appreciate any tips on anything pertaining to Japan from anyone (including Personaggio)

* If anyone from SAIS happens to be in New York, and for some reason is unable to find a place to stay, I have a lot of room (as Stefan can attest, having attended one of my parties), a hide-a-bed, and a decent location if you like the Upper East Side (it's a long way from the Village, but the best bagels in the city are made on the corner).



Jenny and I are now official, not only in Papua New Guinea, but also in the state of California.

We held the ceremony on August 31 in San Francisco. Everything went swimmingly--Jenny was breathtakingly beautiful, the weather was perfect, my fifteen-year-old brother got drunk, and the bank wore orange jumpsuits.

After the wedding, Jenny and I spent 4 days scuba-diving on the island of Little Cayman in the Caribbean on an extremely abbreviated honeymoon. The trip had to be cut short because earlier in the summer, Jenny was accepted to Stanford Business School and she had to get back for the start of classes.

I, on the other hand, had finished working for a federal judge in San Francisco and in no hurry to add to the late-night electricity bills at the law firm of Cooley Godward--my next employer. After packing Jenny's lunchbox and sending her to school, I left town for six weeks.

First, I followed the illustrious footsteps of Matthew Rose and Jonathan Sinclair by working as a bicycle tour guide for Butterfield and Robinson, in Umbria. I actually had one traveller who had been on a previous tour guided by Jonathan ("best guide I ever had"). Aside from the many seismic rumblings that brought down the ceiling in the Basilica of St. Francis in Assisi, the trip was fantastic. I ate and drank like a visiting dignitary, stayed in beautiful old Italian palazzi, saw the picturesque Central Italian countryside, and got paid for it.

After the tour, I roamed around Italy, visiting friends, and seeing new places. I made it to the Osteria Broccaindosso with Professor Row, but I cannot much remember what happened after we ordered the second bottle. I also found my way to London, where I found many a SAIS grad, including the now-legendary Jonathan, Matthew Rose (along with his consort, Kim), Glenn Manoff and Maggie Tomlinson, Matt Scott-Hansen, Aygen, Thanos, and David. Finally, I flew to Israel before returning to San Francisco, happy, rested and about five pounds heavier, to my lovely, but now overworked, bride. Jenny kissed me hello, then went to study for her Organizational Behavior midterm.

Now, the harsh reality of earning a living is upon me. My law firm works mostly with high-technology companies, but also with some retail and food service companies. I have a wonderful view of downtown San Francisco from my office, but I fear that I will get used to seeing all the lights come on (actually, what I worry more about is watching all the lights switch off at sunrise). I am quite sure that, after about 9 weeks of vacation, I don't deserve your pity, but the loss of leisure time is nonetheless a shock to my system.

In other news, Tricia hooked up on halloween night and Jay has figured out how, as CEO of a nonprofit organization, he can talk to all of the richest and most important people in the world.


Hello everyone! As of November 10, I'll have a new address and telephone number:

3715 Idaho Avenue, NW
Washington, DC 20016
(202) 537-8516

Please feel free to write or call. And ... I started a new job on October 6. I'm a research assistant at the Brookings Institution (yes, right across the street from our alma mater) working on conflict resolution in Africa with Dr. Francis Deng. After nearly a month I still really like my new job, although the pace is MUCH slower than it was at USAID.