Word: minding
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Though no one talks of retirement (Grove considered it in 1987 but changed his mind), the CEO is building a management legacy. Last spring the company tapped Craig Barrett, a former Stanford materials-science professor and longtime Intel executive, as the new president and Grove's successor. And behind Barrett is a chain of bright, driven engineers all lusting for the top spot. Meet intense contenders like Intel V.P.s Paul Otellini and Sean Maloney, and you'll have little worry about a leadership vacuum. Chairman emeritus Moore sometimes comes to the office, looks around and says he sheepishly thinks...
Andras Grof was born on Sept. 2, 1936, in Budapest, the son of George, the dairyman, and Maria, a bookkeeping clerk. His father, a gregarious, easygoing man with a strong, logical mind, left school early and taught himself business and accounting--everything he needed to know to run a small dairy service. Grove's mother, a spare, lovely woman, raised him in their two-room 19th century apartment. From an early age Grove was marked as the son of a capitalist and as a Jew. His parents hoped that with hard work he could overcome the prejudices...
...admirer of high tech who nonetheless drafts speeches in longhand, a Republican who gets along better with the Clinton Administration than he ever did with its G.O.P. predecessors, Alan Greenspan has long been a man of surprises. But none is more startling than his recent transformation in the public mind. Back in 1994, when he was engineering a series of interest-rate increases, the Federal Reserve chairman was regularly assailed as a zealot willing to strangle economic growth in pursuit of a chimerical goal of zero inflation. Today those jeers have melted to mild sarcasm. ALL HAIL SAINT ALAN, read...
...mouth had, no nor mind, expressed What heart heard of, ghost guessed; It is the blight man was born...
...pronounce his blessing. Calmly, serenely, the pilgrims wait. By noon, the Patriarch has come and gone in a brisk flourish of gilded robes. There is no Ark, and the blessing is delivered swiftly amid a crush of baton-swinging soldiers and security guards. But the pilgrims do not mind, says a kneeling man. "Here, even just waiting is holy...